Well everyone, I'm back once again! And I'm back with chapter 11 of this brand new creepypasta story of mine. In this chapter, Edward's best, David, will be going back over to his house to speak with his father, Mr. Watterson, over last night's incident. Let's all hope that David's father is very supportive of his son, and cares about how traumatized he is from the scary "Kids Next Door" episode he watched last night. David will explain to Mr. Watterson what happened last night, and what Edward and David did to try an resolve the situation with the 911 call to the police. Will David's father, Mr. Watterson, be very caring and help his son with the recovery from the incident? Well, you'll all have to just read this chapter to find out what happens next. So, let's all begin chapter 11 of this brand new creepypasta story of mine...

Normally when a person sleeps, they experience what's called a dream. If you don't know what I dream is or haven't had one in a very long time, allow me to explain to you all what a dream is. The definition of a dream is a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep. Most of the time, dreams are wonderful and even magical experiences. However, there are times when the sleeping person experiences a bad dream, or in more proper terms, a nightmare. The professional and proper definition of a nightmare is an unpleasant dream that can cause a strong emotional response from the mind, typically fear but also despair, anxiety and great sadness.

Nightmares can be triggered by a variety of real-world circumstances including teasing and bullying from others, emotional problems, ongoing family issues, scary images from a scary TV show or movie, or even worse, traumatic events. In the case of Edward and David, they had experienced nightmares while they slept that night, after witnessing the horror that was the lost episode of "Codename: Kids Next Door" on TV on Halloween night. Every time a nightmare woke them both up and they fell back asleep, another nightmare would just occur, repeating the cycle over and over again. Their nightmares were either of them getting hanged by Mr. Boss or by getting brutally murdered by them by either a gunshot, axe, pickaxe, or even by a chainsaw.

By around 10:45am that morning, they had both woken from nightmares up at night a total of 8 times, but still managed to get a decent amount of sleep to have energy for the whole day. It was now Sunday, November 1st, 2018, and both boys had a huge day ahead of them. After getting out of bed, brushing and flossing their teeth, using mouthwash, gathering their belongings such as their cell phones and wallets, and getting dressed, both boys went downstairs, and into the dinning room. However, both of them were more quiet then usual and Edward didn't start making breakfast right away, all due to the traumatic events of the previous night. Edward sat down at the dinning room table, while David had other plans for himself...

"Dude, I'm going to head on over to my house to speak to my dad." said David, as he walked towards the living room area of the house, "I think he should know about what's going on since your mom won't be back home until tomorrow."

"Do you really have to go now, bro?" asked Edward, concerned for his friend's well-being, "You could go after we get back from the police station..."

"Nah, I'll be fine." said David, being firm with his idea, "You can meet me outside my house after you finish breakfast, dude. I'll see you later, man."

"Oh...okay..." said Edward, heading into the kitchen to make himself some breakfast, "I'll meet you outside your house after I finish breakfast. Bye, man."

"Bye..." said David, "I hope my dad handles news very well."

And with that being said, David opened up the door, stepped outside the house, and shut the front door behind him. He then exited the driveway, and walked down the sidewalk to the right, walking past several houses and one whole block towards his home. 5 minutes later, David arrived at his 2-story house, walked up to the front door, and knocked on it. After a few seconds of waiting, David's father, Mr. Carson Watterson, answered it and opened the door. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt, brown boxer shorts, and white socks, as he had just woken up since he didn't have to go to work today. He smiled upon seeing his son but that smiled immediately changed to a look of concern since David looked very tired and non-expressive at the same time...

"David, what's the matter?" asked Mr. Watterson, clearly concerned for his son's well-being, "Come on, come inside and you can tell me what's wrong."

David said nothing in reply and simply stepped into the house. Mr. Watterson closed the door behind him, and locked it. He then lead his son to the dinning room, and sat down at the dinning room table with his David. Mr. Watterson hugged his son, trying to comfort him and get him to explain what was going on. David gave a slight smile and hugged his father back, all before letting go. After Mr. Watterson stopped hugging him, he then began to speak to his son again...

"Son, you look much...different than usual." commented Mr. Watterson, "What happened? Is everything alright?"

"To be honest dad..." said David slowly due to his tiredness, "I-I don't know what to think anymore..."

"W-What do you mean?" asked Mr. Watterson, putting a hand over his son's shoulder, "What happened to the point where you can't think about anything anymore?"

"Well, yesterday night, my f-friend Edward and I watched some horror movies while having some Halloween snacks, but then we came across something that I'm not very proud of..." explained David, "You s-see, we found this DVD for an old Cartoon Network show called Codename: Kids Next Door and...you remember that show, right?"

"Yeah, I do..." said Mr. Watterson, nodding in reply, "I remember that I used to watch it with you when you were very young. What does that have to do with anything?"

"You see, the Codename: Kids Next Door DVD had an episode on it...but it wasn't the most...age appropriate episode..." said David, recounting all of what happened last night, "It was so...gory and bloody and...well, so horrifying to watch..."

"Horrifying?" asked Mr. Watterson, "Bloody? Gory? Why would a children's cartoon episode have all of that? It d-doesn't make sense, son. Can you please explain all of the details, please? Son, I need to know so I can help you..."

That was the LAST thing David wanted to do, explaining every single little detail of that gruesome lost episode of "Codename: Kids Next Door" to his father. But, without much hesitation whatsoever, David did it. Yes, David explained EVERYTHING to his dad on what he had witnessed. Everything from Numbuh 86 getting killed by hanging, to Mr. Boss murdering all of the adults of "Evil Adult Industries" and the evil children, and even the onscreen chainsaw murder of the real girl tied to a chair in an unknown place. As David explained everything to his father, Mr. Watterson either widened his eyes during the gory descriptions or scoffed at the telling of many of the animated characters swearing onscreen.

When David told his father of the live-action murder of the young girl at the very end of the DVD, Mr. Watterson not only widened his eyes with a look of realization that this information his one was telling him is true, but also a look of disgust, and a final look as if to say "Holy crap, all of what you are telling me is real!". When David finally finished telling his father everything about the DVD, Mr. Watterson not only now believed his son's very detailed testimony, but also was feeling bad for his son for witnessing such terrors from an old children's cartoon...

"Oh my gosh...are you going to be okay, son?" asked Mr. Watterson, "I mean...watching something has horrifying as that can traumatize a person for a long time...heck, maybe even for the rest of that person's life!"

"Yeah...I guess..." replied David, "So, after watching the entire DVD, my friend Edward called 911 and a police officer was sent to our house. And then..."

"Woah, hold on there. The police?!" exclaimed Mr. Watterson, gasping at David's friend Edward's decision, "E-Edward called the p-police?! Why the Hell would he call the police!?"

"Dad, Edward called the police because of not only what happened during that episode, but also because of that live-action onscreen murder at the end." explained David, "But it all went well, dad. You see, the police officer, Officer Rodriguez, was very nice to us. He watched the DVD footage again and took in the DVD as evidence. Then, he asked Edward and I to head over to the police station today so we can both give our statements about it for the record. And while we're there, he's giving us each a police report on the incident, as well as copies for you and Edward's mother."

"Are you serious?" asked Mr. Watterson, sighing over Edward's choice of action, "Man...son, are you sure this is the BEST idea?! I mean, a police investigation is a serious thing and is not to be treated as a joke! Are you sure you want to go through all of that?"

"Yes...I'm sure I want to go through with it, dad." replied David firmly with persistence, "Dad, you don't understand. Last night, I've had not one, not two, but SEVERAL nightmares about this DVD, and there's no telling of how many more nightmares are to come to me when sleeping tonight or any other upcoming night! These nightmares are about our conscience with not only what we saw on TV, but the closure we need for this incident. We need closure to find out who created that DVD and why he or she did it in the first place. All we need to do help out in the police's investigation, and the perpetrator will be found and arrested, and justice can finally be served! Dad, its not just me, but my friend Edward and I need this closure!"

At that point, Mr. Watterson went silent but had a look of hard thinking displayed on his face. He rubbed his chin and stood up from his chair, thinking very hard about if he approved of David and Edward's idea or not. David remained sitting his chair, nervous about what his father would say once his mind was made up. David was never one to talk to his father that persistent or firm before, so he had no idea how his father would react to it all. Mr. Watterson stepped out of the dinning room and into the kitchen for a moment, needing even more personal space to figure out his final decision. After about 5 minutes of nothing but pure silence, Mr. Watterson walked back into the dinning room, sat back in his chair, placed a hand on David's shoulder, and began to speak as he made his final choice...

"Well son...I guess since y-you've made up your mind over what to do, I'm not going to be the father that gets in your way..." replied Mr. Watterson, "But, Edward's mother better be onboard with the idea, too. I'm sure Edward will explain everything to her when she gets back from her business trip, so you'll find out her opinion on the matter very soon. Deal?"

"D-Deal..." replied Edward, shaking his father's hand before letting go, "I understand, dad."

"Alright, its done..." said Mr. Watterson, as he proceeded to stand up from his chair, "Oh, and you look like you have no energy. Son, did you have any breakfast this morning before coming over to see me?"

"N-No..." replied David, still with some tiredness in his voice, "Honestly dad, I didn't eat anything yet..."

"Well, be hungry no more." said Mr. Watterson, as he walked into the kitchen, "Stay right there while I go in and make you some breakfast."

And with that being said, Mr. Watterson disappeared into the kitchen, opened up the fridge, and grabbed some food items to make David a nice breakfast. He grabbed a loaf of white bread slices, 2 eggs, a cartoon of vanilla milk, a small bottle of vanilla extract, a package of bacon strips, a cartoon of orange juice, a stick of butter, and a bottle of maple syrup. Mr. Watterson closed the fridge, placed everything on the counter, and opened up the pantry. From there, he grabbed a metal tin shaker of cinnamon powder, and a small Ziploc bag of chocolate chips. Mr. Watterson then placed everything onto the counter, and then got a small bowl, a large frying pan, a metal spatula, a pair of metal tongs, and a metal whisk, placing them both on the counter next to the pile of ingredients.

After mixing together the vanilla milk, 2 eggs, some vanilla extract, and some cinnamon powder into a bowl and whisking together well, Mr. Watterson took out 6 slices of bread, and dunked each slice into the mixture. He then cut a slice of butter and placed it on the frying pan, which by then was already on the pan, heated up from one of the stove's burners. After spreading the butter all around the surface of the pan, Mr. Watterson placed the dunked bread slices into the pan, and cooked each slice evenly, making sure to flip them over parodically. Yes, Mr. Watterson was making French toast for David for breakfast. Once that was done, he placed the golden brown and crispy French toast slices onto a serving plate. Mr. Watterson then tore open the package of bacon, and grabbed 6 slices out of it.

He then turned up the stove burner heat to a much higher setting, and placed all 6 slices of bacon into the trying pan. It took about 2 minutes for the bacon to cook all the way through and turn out nice and crispy. After flipping it over once or twice with the tongs, the bacon was finally cooked and good for human consumption. Mr. Watterson picked up the bacon slices with the tongs, and placed them on the serving plate along with the French toast slices. He then poured syrup all over the French toast slices, topped it off with some chocolate chips, and got out a drinking glass. He then poured orange juice into the glass, filling it up. Mr. Watterson then picked up the plate, placed a fork and knife onto it, and grabbed the drinking glass in the other hand. He then carried everything into the dinning room, and placed it all down in front of where his son was sitting...

"Here you go, David." said Mr. Watterson, "A nice breakfast of French toast, bacon, and orange juice...your favorite!"

"Oh...thanks dad!" said David, giving his father a thumbs-up and a slight smile, as he began to eat his breakfast, "This really does cheer me up!"

As David began to consume his breakfast, Mr. Watterson went back into the kitchen, and proceeded to put all of the dirty cooking utensils, the frying pan, and the bowl into the dishwasher, before closing it back up. Once that was done, Mr. Watterson put the rest of the bacon package, the vanilla extract bottle, the carton of vanilla milk, and the bottle of orange juice back into the fridge. He then put the metal tin of cinnamon powder and the Ziploc bag of chocolate chips back into the pantry. Once that was done, Mr. Watterson turned off the stove burner, and turned off the kitchen light. He then walked outside of the kitchen, sat down with his son at the dinning room table, and watched his son eat up his breakfast, making sure he was alright while eating it...

"You alright, son?" asked Mr. Watterson with great concern in his voice, "You enjoying the breakfast I made for you?"

"Yes dad, I'm fine." said David, as he ate another strip of bacon, "This breakfast is great. T-Thanks for making it, dad."

A while later, David finished up eating the massive breakfast his father made for him, and Mr. Watterson took the dirty and empty plate from his son, and placed it into the dishwasher, all before closing it back up again. Just as David was getting up from the table, "DING DONG!", the doorbell rang. David walked into the living room/entry area, opened up the front door, and saw none other than his friend Edward, standing in the doorway, with his car parked on the side of the driveway...

"Hey man..." said Edward, a little anxious as he wanted to get goin, "You f-finished talking to your dad yet?"

"Uh yeah, I'm done." replied David, "He even made me some breakfast."

"Oh, hi Edward." said Mr. Watterson, as he appeared in the doorway beside his son, "David here told me about your investigation plans, and you see, I'm cool with it and all, but you should let your mother know what's going on when she gets back from her business trip. You got that?"

"Y-Yes, Mr. Jones." replied Edward, nodding in reply as well, "David, you ready to go to the police station?"

"Woah, hold on there, Edward. Want me to make you some breakfast before you go?" asked Mr. Watterson, I can make you some French toast like I did for David, here."

"Nah, no thanks." said Edward, "I already ate, Mr. Jones. David, let's go before traffic gets bad out there."

"Okay dude, I'm ready..." said David, as he quickly turned to his father, "Bye dad. I'll see you later tonight."

"Bye son!" said Mr. Watterson, giving his son a slight wave, "Make sure you have dinner before you come over tonight."

David just nodded in reply before closing the door behind him, and walking down the driveway with Edward to his car. Edward unlocked the car, opened the door, and sat down in the driver's seat before closing the door, and buckling up. He then started up the ignition system, and put the car's gearshift into "Drive". David then got into the front-passenger seat of the car, closed the door, locked it up, and buckled his seatbelt. As Edward proceeded to drive down the street to exit the neighborhood, they didn't notice Mr. Watterson standing at the edge of the driveway of David's house, smiling and waving to both of them as they drive away and head towards the police station to start this investigation...

Well, that's all for chapter 11 of this creepypasta of mine! Yep, it sure seems that David's father was very supportive of his son, and cared about David's trauma from what he saw. Yes, he wasn't happy about it at first, but David did explain everything about he and Edward calling 911, and what the police officer did and said to them. Mr. Watterson even made his son some breakfast, and approved of his and Edward's plan to go over to the police station and give statements to the detective. He even waved goodbye to both Edward and David as they drove away in the car towards the police station. In the next chapter, Edward and David will arrive at the police station, get copies of the police reports, and give their statements to the detective. So, its time for all of us to move on to chapter 12 of this creepypasta story of mine!