What happened to my dad?

Abby The Abortionist

One night I was milking my eel (if you know what I mean) When all of a sudden I heard a loud bang outside, I went to hurry and see what it was. It was pouring really hard, and as soon as I stepped outside I was soaked. I saw a dark shady figure huddled by my trashcan that happened to be on fire. there was a really foul smell in the air, but it's one I'm familiar to and I enjoyed it very much.

"What the hell are you doing to my fucking trash can?!" I say approaching slowly. The figure turns it's head, but doesn't answer.

"I SAID WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING" I loved the smell but I didn't think it was what I thought it was.

"Shut the fuck up and let me burn my fetuses in peace." the figure said

I was a little surprised that it was exactly what I thought it was. I like doing this very much, but this person was using my trashcan without my permission and didn't seem to give a fuck. wouldn't you be mad? what do you think I did? I joined in roasting the fetuses.

That night we discussed some things. I learned that she had been living off of dead fetuses for the past month, and had been living in a shed made of dead babies. I brought up how my house was a former abortion clinic. I decided it was getting late and I was tired, So we exchanged names, she said her name was Abby and she gave me a weird look when I told her my name was Tittyfuck. I went back inside and went to bed.

The next morning I woke up and she was still outside. I went out and asked if she wanted some breakfast. She came inside, claimed the place as her own, and she's lived here ever since. And that's the story of Abby.