Chapter 7

(Squee's house)

"THIS IS THE LAST THING I THOUGHT YOU WOULD DO, YOU WRETCHED CHILD! AND YOU!" Squee's dad pointed at Pepito. "GET OUT OF HERE!"

"(Expletive deleted)YOU!" Pepito countered. "I WILL DO AS I PLEASE! I WILL KILL YOU ALL (except for Todd) ONE DAY! YOU MISERABLE (expletive deleted) PILE OF HYPOCRITICALNESS!"

"Um...Pepito..." Squee said blushing and trying not to cry. "Could you leave please?...I need to talk to my dad alone..."

Pepito was still pissed off, but he didn't want to make Squee more upset, so he picked up his clothes and walked out. "Fine..."

10 minutes later of talking with his dad, Squee walked out to where Pepito was waiting outside Squee's house.

"So..." Pepito said. "What happened?"

Squee looked sad. " ..."

"Hmm? What–"

Squee took out his key to Pepito's heart. "Here."

"Huh?" Pepito looked down at the object with confusion. "Why are you giving it back?"

"He said I can't see you AT ALL anymore...so, here...I'm giving it back."

Squee turned and started to walk back inside his house. "...I'm sorry..."

Pepito grabbed his arm. "W-WAIT!"

"..."

"Please..." Pepito begged. "Don't...PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME! I LOVE YOU, TODD!"

Squee turned to ask him once more to leave, when the words caught in his throat as he was met by an astounding sight. "Y-you are actually...c-crying..." He'd never seen Pepito cry before. Squee was so overcome with emotion at that point that he almost gave in and took him back. Almost...

"I'm sorry..." Squee sniffled. "But I can't go against my dad... I have to do what he says..."

"GRRRRR!" Pepito growled. "RAAAAAH! THAT SON OF A (expletive deleted)! GRAAAAAH! HE CAN'T KEEP HURTING YOU LIKE THIS!"

Pepito turned a dark red that seemed to suck in all life and his hands became long, sharp claws. Bat wings shot from his back and he grew hooves and a spiked tail, then fire spewed from his mouth and hands.
"HE WILL SUFFER THE WRATH OF HELL!" Pepito's voice had become deep and booming. "HEE HEE HEE HEE!"

"NO! PLEASE, PEPITO, DON'T KILL MY DAD!" Squee tried to block the entrance to his house with his tiny body. "LET ME TALK TO HIM! I'LL STAND UP FOR MYSELF AND FIX THIS OKAY?"

Pepito looked down upon the freaked out face of his favorite mortal. The one always so full of fear. Could he really stand up for himself?

"...Fine." Pepito grudgingly reverted to normal. "I guess...I'll go home then...bye..."

Pepito gave Squee a quick peck on the cheek before he left. Squee watched him leave until he felt a pair of eyes watching him. He turned around and went back into the house where his dad waited for him.

"Dad..." Squee began. "I'm sorry... I..."

"SHUT UP!" his father snapped at him. "I WANT YOU THE (expletive deleted)OUT OF HERE!"

Squee's jaw dropped. "WHAAAAAT?"

"You heard me you little (expletive deleted)! I've always hated you and now I hate you even more! NOW GET OUT!"

"B-b-but..." Squee couldn't think of what else to say. His mind went blank for a second, before he was overcome with sudden anger.

"GRRR! YOU (expletive deleted) I'M ONLY 12, FOR GOD'S SAKE! YOU (expletive deleted)! FINE! I WILL LEAVE! YOU ARE A (expletive deleted) AND A HORRIBLE FATHER!" Squee flipped him off while grabbing his backpack.. "GOOD-BYE!"

Squee's dad stood shocked. Never had his son ever had the gall to talk back to him. "WAIT!"

He called to his retreating son's back, leering evilly. "ONE MORE THING, TODD!"

"WHAT!" Squee cried, as he was picked up and carried back into the house. "AHHHHH!"

End Chapter 7