The invasion

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One of his middle children came running up to him. "D-dad.. the liv-..living r-room is on fire- a-and..." he choked on his tears. "I-I just wanted to say... in c-ca-case we d-die... I'm g-gay..!" He sobbed uncontrollably. "Um... that's great. Which one are you again?" Dirt asked.

"C-Cephalexin.." Cephalexin did that weird softie 👉👈 thing with his paws.
"Ok Cephalexin, I need you to go grab one of old grandpa Juan's kodachi's from off the display on the wall, and stab any guys with the letters S W A T on them." Dirt smiled and patted his son proudly. "D-dad... I'm dyslexic....." he sobbed louder.

"Oh. Um.... GOOD LUCK!" He shoved Cephalexin away and proceeded to create a hole in the wall to hide in.
A random swat member tackled him and Dirt made this weird moaning noise. "What the fu-" he shoved glass down the member's throat before he could finish his sentence."

More swat people surrounded their now destroyed home. "Shit..." Dirt looked down. He wished he knew what to say, or do. All that played in the endless abyss of his mind was Funky Town by Lipps, Inc; 0n loop.

This looked like the end for him and his humble family. He thought about his wife, and the children (only the ones he could remember) before closing his eyes.

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