Daves fist collided with Dirks face making the older mans stupid anime glasses fly. In the confusion he had dropped little Cal the haunted doll that had destroyed both his and Johns life without neither of them knowing it. Dave quickly slid past the older and stabbed the doll in it's eyes. Green smoke trickled out of the cracks and away into the night carried with fiery wind. Dirk looked up at it.
"What the hell have you done?!" he snapped, striding towards the teen. He had gone so far as to draw his sword.
"I can fix new eyes for him." Dave said matter of factly, taking on a fighting stance. "It was only necessary to free those souls"
The first swing of the Striders sword split Daves scarf in half. The fabric fell to the ground. "Explain yourself" Dirk growled angrily. The teen wrapped his arms around the older mans neck.
"I will tell you everything once we've gotten rid of some spies." he said quietly, leaned in the last inch and kissed him square on the lips. The sound of running feet was heard behind Dirk. "Good now let me explain myself and that goes without crushing me to death Mr Strider" Dirk heard the venom in his voice when he uttered his name. "Follow me."
Dirk glared at him as they walked in silence. "So..." he started. They had reached an overgrown structure of steel. Dave led him into it, it looked like some sort of lab. "What is this?"
"Have you calmed down enough to listen properly?" he stopped before a monitor.
"Yes, I'm still pissed off though"
"That's fair." Dave pushed some buttons. "A long long time ago before this universe was created a being called Lord English was born. Our gods had no chance to stop him so they created our universe in order to stop him, however they didn't count on him filling that doll with bad energy and angry spirits. It would possess anyone in it's grasp urging the worst out of them." he stopped when all coordinates were set.
"What are you doing?"
"Making babies"
"What?"
"Listen, Lord English will be pretty pissed off at me for destroying his Juju so I want you to take care of my friends for me"
"So, you plan on fighting this Lord English by yourself"
"There's nothing you can do prince of doom"
Dirk pushed the last button in the process making the babies appear from thin air. "... It's like teen mom up in here" He picked up little baby John. "You destroying Cal was a wake up call for me. I feel awful for everything I've put John through"
"It was not supposed to be this way" Dave sat down against one of the wall, holding up baby Dirk. "We were all swapped up. You and mom was never supposed to be playing in this session. If I change it back though everyone will die and we will fail"
"Do you hate me?"
"No, I don't, I did before."
"So um... Sorry about your scarf" Dirk said, sitting down besides Dave.
"Do you want me to fix the doll since it's empty now?"
"Nah I'd rather Cal my baby" Dirk said flatly hugging John.
"Hahahaha" Dave started laughing hysterically.
"It wasn't that funny..."
"The big bad Strider makes puns? Of course" he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. "Do you know what happens to people who makes puns?"
"No"
"They get..." Dave emptied his sylladex, dropping all of the pillows in it. "Cotton!"
Dirk hit him with one of the pillows. "Let's strife"
"You'll lose old man!"