Blue Nights At The Starlight

11: Epilogue

 A few months had passed from the drama with a demonic god, as Emma came walking back in the house, a few grocery bags in hand. "Hey, what did you get us?" John asks, taking a minute to turn and face her, with him and Henry practically glued together. "Ha. Nothing, you know I went out for all of us!" Emma responds, setting the bags on the table, using her free hand to flip off the two of them. John rolls his eyes sarcastically, as Emma pulls her thick coat off of her. As she hangs it up on the small, dark coat rack, Paul comes running in, covered in snow. "What the fuck happened to you? It's not even snowing—never mind it is in fact snowing outside." Emma remarks, her attention going from the large window in the kitchen, and then back to Paul. "I had to take the garbage out, it's February, shouldn't this be over by now?" Paul asks, not really expecting an answer. He pulls his coat off and turns to the TV that was left on.

"Ugh, if I hear that god damn jingle one more time I will personally burn every single one of those dolls in manufacturing." He sneers, grabbing the remote off the armrest and turning off the TV, which is displaying yet another commercial for the dumb new toy of the year. "So, how did it feel to finally go shopping on your own?" Henry asks, adjusting his body so he can just barely see her. "It honestly felt pretty good to just be alone," Emma confessed, "sorry Paul." Paul just dramatically turned his back to her, fake offended. As she finished her small laugh, Emma noticed the snow outside turning as blue as the contents of the water bottle that was now being displayed on a shelf, labeled, "THAT BITCH IS DEAD!!!" and instantly knew something was wrong. "Hey john? Is that normal?" She asks, pointing a hand at the weather outside. "What the fu—" he starts, but is cut off by a shrieking chorus of screams outside that soon turns into a cursed harmony, and they instantly know.

Pokotho wasn't going down without a fight.