Like Father Like Son, they played project m all day. It was a spectical, No matter who won or who lost, it was fun. True clean genuine fun. How they laughed while playing, both knowing that whatever the outcome, it did not matter. The father had more skill but allowed his son the chances of winning, and the son gladly took them. Laughing, having a good time they decided to play classic mode and take turns. The father had just completed the third match while handing his controller to his son when suddenly a new challenger appeared on the screen. The father shuttered, imobalized by the sight that appeared before him, it was metanight. "Oh boy!" shouted the son, but right as the match started the screen froze. They both sat their in silence. "Dad?" The boy asked," what happened to metanight?" " he's gone son," replied the father, he took a deep sigh. "What was he like dad?" His father removed his glasses, a tear drop rolling down his face. " only those who played brawl competitively remember metanight,he was amazing. He was like no other." "Will he come back dad?" The father put his hand on his son's shoulder, now with multiple teardrops rolling down his face,"I don't know son, I don't know." The father walked outside and lit a cigarette. He took a deep long breath of smoke and exhaled slowly. He gazed into the sky. "Will he be back dad?" His son's voice rung through his head. He took one last big smoke and tossed his cigarette on ground and stepped on it. He gazed into the sky one last time. "He'll be back," he said to himself,"he'll be back."
