A full week had passed, I just woke up on a new Monday. Lory and I have been spending some extra time together, after everything that happened. When I got to the bathroom, I freshened up while thinking about the events that had taken place. Visiting the soda factory was fun, it turns out they put alcohol in the soda. That turned out to be a great hit on the New News online page. I once again met with Megan, she told me about the guinea pigs.

They are indeed wandering around. Things cannot get much stranger, Olive turned out to be a nice woman, she is excited about Wednesday. That will be my wedding day, we had a great time when playing Dungeons and Dragons. Bob and I have been bonding quite a lot. It is quite strange to have five black vans surrounding your house.

Bob walked in with his tail straight up, “Hello boss.”

“Hey Bob.”

He jumped on the sink, “Where is your mind?”

“I am just thinking about last week.”

“Oh, have you told Lory yet that you have hidden a shotgun in the wall behind the television?”

I sighed, “No, I haven’t. Do you think, the emperor is going to crash our wedding?”

“No, he would not dare to send his men to a highly guarded event.”

“Thanks, Bob. Can you, please, stick around Lory and keep an eye on her?”

“Of course, boss.” I petted him and he started purring.

Lory walked in, “Hey darling, it is almost our day.”

I smiled, “Yes, it is, and things have calmed down. Did we wake you?”

She shook her head, “No, I just woke up.”

“Alright, should I go make some breakfast? No guns.”

Lory grinned, “Guns would be so difficult to eat.”

I chuckled, “Yeah, unless it is a waver paper gun. You want the usual?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright darling.”

I went to the kitchen, Bob stuck around Lory. I made our regular breakfast. For some reason, I still cannot believe she eats this many damn pickles. After a while, breakfast was served. Lory walked in with her favorite blue nightgown on. I smiled at her, “You are free today, right?”

“Yes, that is right, I am going to pick out a wedding dress.”

Bob jumped on her lap, “I am coming with you. You are not leaving my sight.”

Lory petted Bob, “Yeah, I think Steve might have asked you to keep an eye on me.” Bob just stared at her.

I smiled, “That is love, just staring at someone.” Lory kept staring at me. I let out a sigh, “I love you too.” Lory took a big bite from her wrap, and a pickle launched onto my half-eaten sandwich.

Lory laughed, but my sandwich had just become a fatality of a pickle war. I shoved my plate towards Lory. “I am going to feed Bob.” After filling a bowl with cat food, I had to put it next to Lory before he started eating. It is insane how attached I got to the fellow in such a short time. Lory finished my sandwich, and she got up to get dressed. She gave me a kiss before getting dressed.

I looked at the secret drawer under the fridge. I just hope, there will be no more violence. There has been so much violence in the past, I just want it to be over. We are getting married. They will either come here or not.

While waiting for Lory to come back, I opened the laptop to check my email. “Honey!?”

Lory walked into the room, half dressed, “What is it?”

“They are saying Moon Fantasy is probably going to have a sequel.”

Lory smiled, “That would be wonderful. But, almost everyone is dead, how are they going to make a sequel?”

I pointed at her, “Maybe a time travel sequel where we prevent the secret ending from happening?”

Lory shrugged, “Kind of lame, but if it has Wolfy, then I am game. Is there more news?”

I shook my head, “We just need to keep an eye on announcements, I guess.”

Lory stretched, “What are your scoops for this week?”

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“The guinea pigs are joining forces with the cats.”

Lory laughed, “Nice one, and now for real?” I turned the laptop and Lory looked at the email.

“Holy fuck, you are not kidding me. You are not going to look for them, I am fine with Bob stalking me, but we are not ending up with a guinea pig.”

I laughed, “I will just check with Megan for some news. I promise, I won’t look for a wild guinea pig. We all know how that ended with Bob.”

He jumped on the table, “Meow, motherfucker.”

I sighed, “That is bad language.”

Bob sat down and put his paw on my empty cup. “Do you dare to repeat that?”

“Yes, that was bad language.”

Bob put his pawn down, “You win boss, today, not tomorrow.”

Lory pointed at Bob, “That is what I mean.”

While Lory went ahead to continue getting dressed, I checked the other scoop. The soda factories are dumping alcohol in the nearby lake after they have been found out. “Oh, that is nasty.” I can take some samples of the water in the lake, go speak with them, this all has to be done by tomorrow evening. I want to have Wednesday free. We do have a honeymoon planned, but for later. After the first echo of our baby. I had already discussed with New News, and if needed, I can send in my article on Saturday as an exception. It is not like I plan to get married a second time.

Lory walked in, she was wearing her flower dress, I looked at her, “Darling?”

“Yes?”

“I have made reservations for tonight, we need to be at the Spaghetti Tiger at six PM. Surprise.”

Lory ran over and hugged me, “Oh, that is great! You better get me an extra large spaghetti tiger!”

“Of course, my love.”

She smiled and grabbed the keys, “I will see you tonight.”

“Good luck in finding a dress, darling.” She waved and nodded as she left. After she had left, I went to get dressed, some sweatpants and a comfortable shirt. Somebody knocked on the door. It had been only fifteen minutes since Lory left. Maybe she forgot something. It would not be the first time either of us forgot something.

I opened the door, and nothing. As I looked outside, I saw the black vans guarding our house. It could be some kid pulling a prank.

I walked into the living room and wanted to turn on the television. The remote is not in its usual spot. I went over to the television. As I tried to turn on the television, I grunted, the button was jammed again. I felt a breeze behind me, as I turned around, a portal of some kind had opened. Before I could even react, the same guy from the tunnel, the commander, jumped out and pushed me against the wall.

He wore more armor now, and a lot more weapons, including a helmet. His neck has been protected, there is a slight gap under his helmet, near his neck.

He spoke up, “Surprise, you will die, before your guards come inside, and then we can take Lorraine!”

He pulled out a dagger and put it against my throat, “Do you have any last words?”

“Yeah, do you know what a spaghetti tiger is?”

“What?”

While he was confused about that, I smashed my right fist against the wall and grabbed the loaded shotgun out of it. Before he knew what happened, I looked at him, “Two things, one it is surprise motherfucker, secondly, there is a hole under your helmet.”

I fired the shotgun right under his helmet. His head blew up into a billion pieces, redecorating the ceiling, furniture, and everything else with blood, fur, and organ pieces. I think some of his armor landed on the lamp.

After a few minutes, the guards ran in. They looked at me, F was with them. He walked over, “What is going on?”

“They sent their commander to take me out.” I showed F the shotgun, “Nifty thing.”

We both looked at blood raining down from the ceiling. F nodded, “Yeah, from how close did you fire?”

I smiled, “I fired point-blank. Do you mind, getting these things back in original shape? I don’t want Lory to see brain matter on our couch.”

F smiled, “No worries, X said to cover you with anything that you need.” F threw me a shell, I reloaded the shotgun and put it back in its hiding spot. I really need to tell Bob, it was the perfect hiding spot. The commander could have pinned me down anywhere else, but I am fairly sure I could have reached one of the other 51 guns hidden in this house. Maybe Lory has a point, I have too many guns.