Right when Annette entered the second scene, she was besieged by a loud torrent of terrible homophobic slurs. They contrasted heavily with the surprisingly calm-looking park she was now in.
As much as she didn’t want to, Annette followed in the direction that the jeering and insults were coming from. They only became louder and more crude.
“Catch Grandpa the stick, puppy!” Dennis could be heard shouting as he played fetch with Sagebear. “Catch Grandpa the stick!”
The others watched as Sagebear dashed across the yard, all the while eating the hot dogs Dudley had grilled for them. Dennis himself held one in his hand as he waited for Sagebear to get back.
“He certainly loves that dog, it seems,” Alma said when her mouth wasn’t full. Next to her, Dudley nodded.
“Come on, Sagebear!” Shark said as he tried to keep her still for a brushing. “Don’t you want to look nice for Great-Uncle Dudley?”
Dennis and Blaise had left the house after breakfast, to pick up Alma after deciding on plans for the day. Shark himself decided to get Sagebear ready in his own way, to little success.
Sagebear only seemed to be trying to roll onto her back. It was being made clear what she wanted him to do.
(Warning! Implication of threesome!)
When Sinbad came to, it was to a near-blinding amount of pain. He sucked air through his teeth, trying to hold back the torrent of curses that threatened to spill from his mouth.
Next to him, Marc sat quietly. He didn’t say a word to let Sinbad know that he’d been hog-tied with a bedsheet.
(This chapter, it uh…It got longer than I thought…)
(Warning! Suicide is attempted, a character has a seizure, and more icky Builder antics!)
Alma drummed her fingers on the table, contemplating what Dennis had just asked of her. Dennis himself was becoming increasingly nervous the longer he went without an answer.
“I see,” was all she said when she did speak, before properly resuming. “Are you sure about this?”
The next morning, Sagebear was tearing through the snow in the front yard, causing it to fly in large quantities. She was that determined to find the tennis ball that had been thrown for her.
“Come here, puppy! Give Daddy the ball!” Shark stood in front of the porch steps, patting his large thighs to get her to come back over.
Immediately, Sagebear ripped back towards him, her tennis ball in her mouth. When she got close enough to him, she stopped and dropped it at his feet. Continue Reading
(Warning! Yet another tantrum/meltdown)
Dennis sat alone on the fountain at the town park. He dreaded going home, knowing what awaited him. He knew he could try stating that it wasn’t part of their lives anymore, but he didn’t know exactly how true that was.
Behind him, there were still remnants of a New Year’s Day celebration. Though they once promised a joyous occasion, now the decorations hung limply throughout the park.
When his phone suddenly rang, Dennis almost fell backwards into the fountain. Grabbing onto the edge to prevent doing so, he answered. “Hello?”