The End of Yardale Part I

The Guy

When everyone was ready, Dogpoo led the group to a location none of the others had ever seen before. The place he took them to appeared to be a very run down and dirty house. 

Confused, Damien asked, "Is this your house?" 

"Yep." Dogpoo replied. "I haven't been here in a while. I bet my roommate is gonna be surprised to see me." 

"Hold on." Mark interjected. "We could've stayed at your house instead of Damien's this whole time?"

"Rude." Damien whined. 

"Ehh.." began Dogpoo. "I figured you guys wouldn't want to stay at my house. It's kinda messy." 

Once they had all walked into Dogpoo's home, they all quickly realized that 'kinda messy' was a severe understatement. There was mud on the walls, cockroaches on the floor- about any gross thing a person could think of. No one was sure if the place was like that because Dogpoo hadn't been home for years due to his death, or because he simply didn't mind the mess. 

"How can your roommate stand this?" Mark questioned, stepping around carefully and plugging his nose from the house's odor. 

"Oh he doesn't live up here." Dogpoo replied. "He lives in the basement. It's a lot cleaner down there." 

Mark sighed. "I certainly hope so." 

"It's really not that bad here." said Mole. "You guys are overreacting." Mole received a few confused looks from some people in the group, but shrugged it off. Neither he nor Dogpoo cared about cleanliness, and it was a big part of why they were friends. 

They had finally reached the staircase leading down to the basement, and Dogpoo decided to quickly make an announcement. "Just so you guys know, my roommate doesn't like strangers. Please be nice to him." 

"No promises." said Damien as they all began to descend down the stairs. 

"Oh man, I hope he likes us!" Gary exclaimed.  

Just then, a guy with a blue coat and a blue hat with a yellow rim stood in front of the stairs with some sort of large gun. "Who are you all, and what do you want?" he sternly asked. 

"Brimmy, it's just me and a few of my friends!" Dogpoo said calmly, not at all scared of the gun Brimmy was holding- he was the only one who wasn't scared. 

"Dogpoo?" Brimmy asked. "No. You must me some kind of imposter. Dogpoo is dead." 

"I came back!" Dogpoo replied.  

"Then prove it." said Brimmy. "What's our code word?"

Dogpoo whispered the word "Bologna" into Brimmy's ear, ensuring that nobody behind him heard, and Brimmy's expression quickly brightened. 

"It's really you?" Brimmy asked. Dogpoo nodded, and the two immediately hugged each other. After a few seconds of hugging, Brimmy then asked, "What are you all here for?" 

"We've got an intense rescue mission we're about to go on, and we need some assistance." Dogpoo answered. 

Brimmy immediately seemed to understand, and said to the group, "Follow me." 

Brimmy led them all into what appeared to be a secret room in his basement. He pushed a secret button in a bookcase and suddenly a hidden door opened, leading to a large room in which Brimmy kept equipment. 

There appeared to be a large wall of weapons and tools, and the whole group was appalled. 

"Can we take some of these?" Estella asked. 

"I guess." Brimmy replied. He didn't really like other people touching his things, but he understood that they all were in a desperate situation.

"Oh, great. This is very fun." said Estella, immediately gravitating towards the wall of weapons. "It's like shopping but for people who are actually interesting." 

As everyone else went towards the wall in hopes of finding something useful for them, Mole and Damien stayed put. "I don't need anything." Damien said. "I literally can just burn peoples' faces off." 

"I don't either." said Mole. "I have my shovel." 

Suddenly, Damien felt weird. He knew something was off, but he couldn't figure out what is was. 

Mole quickly noticed and asked, "Are you okay?" 

"I'm just gonna- go outside for a second." Damien replied. Mole and Brimmy were very confused, but no one else in the basement seemed to notice Damien running out of the room and outside. 

Once Damien had left the house, he simply stood in front of Dogpoo and Brimmy's house and looked around. He felt as if someone was watching him. 

"Who's there?" Damien asked, eyes darting everywhere in attempt to find out who- or what- was watching him. He had a feeling whatever this was was the same thing he saw in the window a while ago. 

After receiving no response and having no clue what was going on, Damien got scared. What was happening? Was someone going to attack him and everyone else he was with? Was he going insane? 

Before Damien could even form another thought, he suddenly saw before him what appeared to be the ghost of someone he thought he'd never see again: 

Herbert fucking Pocket.