Caillou was playing with his toy cars in his room.
"Vvvvvrrroooom!" He shot a toy car at the wall, crashing it into a pile of other cars that he'd crashed into the wall, pretending to be a Godzilla-like monster. He cringed and hugged his knees. He wasn't supposed to be up at this time; he was supposed to be in bed. If Daddy heard him playing with his cars, Daddy would be mad.
He waited for a moment, fully expecting Daddy's heavy work boots to begin thudding down the hallway, but he heard nothing. He breathed slowly, remembering how Daddy's anger could get out of hand sometimes. It was rare, but sometimes Daddy drank the "bad drinks," as Mommy called them.
He strained his large, round ears that still paled in size in comparison to his head. He heard something he hadn't heard before. He didn't often stay up late because he always felt tired and sleepy the next day, but he just couldn't get to sleep tonight.
"Hmm," he said in his annoying, high-pitched voice. "I wonder what that is." He heard a faint gurgling noise coming through the wall. It sounded like trickling water with emphatic grunts, occasionally breaking it up.
He stood up and quietly opened his door, poking his giant head out the door and listening to the sound down the hall. It was louder here, but only slightly. It sounded more like someone gurgling water now, and then—
"WWWWAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNUULLLGGHIIIEEEEE!" The horrifying sound echoed inside his watermelon-sized head and seemed to echo throughout his thoughts (what little there were, surprisingly—considering the size of his head). Caillou shuddered and peed himself a little. Little tears formed at the edges of his eyes.
"Mommy?" He croaked. "Daddy?"
The sounds became more intense.
After a minute of listening to these cosmically scary sounds, he finally gathered the courage to step outside his door and into the dark hallway, lit only by the pale moonlight. The closer he tip-toed to his parents' bedroom door, the louder the sounds became. He would back-step every other step, becoming more scared and unsure of the sounds. If Caillou had the life experience to comprehend this—and didn't live in the worst country on the planet (Canada)—he would have compared the sounds he now heard to a coyote fucking a meat grinder while gargling a bottle of bleach.
He grabbed his parents' bedroom door handle, his small (tiny in comparison to his abnormally large head) hand gripping the cold metal. He was softly sobbing now, imagining the only horror his little mind could happening behind this door: his parents having a mild argument over a petty incident. He sucked in his lower lip to hold back the flood of tears that were about to break free from his tear ducts (that probably held at least two gallons of tears apiece). He turned the doorknob and opened the door. His mind promptly collapsed on itself, his fragile existence now brought into question, and the perfect image of his plain-ass, picture-perfect parents, shattered into a million reflective shards that ravaged his minuscule psyche.
His Mommy and Daddy were naked. Caillou had no idea how to process what he was seeing. Not only were they naked, but Mommy was on her hands and knees with Daddy slumped over her. He appeared to be putting his peepee inside his Mommy's butt—but no! His Daddy wasn't putting his peepee inside Mommy's butt; Daddy was melting into Mommy! His chest was against her back, his skin and peepee a part of Mommy. His body shuddered, his mouth hung open at an abnormal angle, his tongue hanging down the floor, eyes rolled back into his head. Mommy was vibrating too, her eyes looking in opposite directions as her teeth separated and bent outward into her lips. A cosmic, ethereal sound echoed out of their mouths like megaphones projecting fear into sound. Blood poured from unseen orifices, cascading to the floor in waterfalls from saggy folds of skin. Tentacles burst from Daddy's back and began to tremble in the air, spraying blood in all directions like a dog shaking water off after a rain shower.
Blood spattered on Caillou's face, and he screamed in sheer terror as the cosmic cry of terror crescendoed, and a bloody, gory polyp full of bone shards and half-formed eyeballs squeezed its way out of Daddy's bum-hole.
Caillou then lost consciousness.