Merryweather stood in the center of the room door slammed behind him slowed and blindfolds unrolled covering windows and all light inside. He looked at his son's desk and took a flashlight out of the drawer. He turned it on, flashing around, child laughter sounding off through the room. He heard footsteps coming from the ceiling, he looked up but didn't see anything. It slid behind him, before slicing his left arm. He groaned in pain before shouting ''SHOW YOURSELF YOU FUCK!''. Finally, he stood in front of him. His head lowered. It was a child roughly 10 years old, with brown messy hair, his eyes were filled with madness. Merryweather knew him, he saw him back in the furry convention. There he seemed to be joyful promoting his group "Accelerating The Future!" It was time to end this chaos and kill that annoying child. Merryweather launched forward with a punch but the kid swiftly dodged causing the sergeant to hit the wall, his knuckles cracked yet, he didn't give up.

Filled with anger and sadness, he wanted to kill that bastard. Unexpectedly, the door to the room was kicked as another visitor joined the fight.

''What on earth are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be dead?'' General Olivia spoke, standing with her revolver aimed at Merryweather.

''And here I am again, alive more than ever.''

''Go fuck yourself, if you didn't want to die there, you'll die here. Now where the fuck is that child?'' Olivia asked, Merryweather looked directly in her eyes before looking behind her. Ollie was there, planning something. Merryweather could see his expression, Olivia was their enemy.

''I don't know where he is. He killed my fucking family.''

''And as I can see, you killed your own son? Aw, how sad!''

''So you completely lost your mind?''

''Perhaps, why do you think outbreak happened? SCP Foundation had the site under their view, so what happened?'' As soon as she said that, Merryweather was left confused. That's true, SCPF had it all monitored, how did it breach?

''Huh.''

''SAPPHIRE has their agents there too, those people from Sierra-88. They were our agents, all S-88 mobile task force units got killed and swapped by our operatives.'' She said, smirking.

''Billions of people lost their fucking lives because of you and your stupid power hungry feelings.'' He stood up, holding his fists and ready to punch her.

''Your family was killed by accident, we didn't plan that. Eh, they weren't that important anyways.''

''You're gonna pay for that, I'll make sure to slit your throat. Fucking snake.''

''And who's gonna let you do that? It's just you and me.''

''Not only me.'' Merryweather said, smiling.

Suddenly a book behind her fell, catching her attention. As soon as she turned, Merryweather rushed forward grabbing the revolver and pulling it up as gunshot fires. He headbuts her into the snout before tossing her to the other part of the room. Her left ankle is scratched by the child as she screams in pain. Once she opened her eyes, she was met with a rear hook to the jaw, tossing her onto the ground. He front kicked her as she attempted to crawl out of the room. She fell down the stairs, unconscious. Merryweather turned just in time to catch Olliefox attack on his back, he grasped him by the neck.

The child scratched his arm making him drop him before climbing on his leg and biting right into it. Merryweather knocked him off before tossing him across the room. It launched back at him but disappeared mid-air. The creature climbed on his back biting right into his right cheek. He grabbed the child's hair and tossed him above his shoulder before slamming him against the wall. Before he could give a hit, the kid disappeared. He could hear him running off. Merrryweather followed, looking for a second at Olivia's body before continuing. They reached the kitchen as his wife's corpse was tossed into him, he swiftly dodged but got hit with a table leg instead. He fell on the ground before rolling out of the way when it was smashed on the ground.

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He boosted himself to get on his back before kicking the table leg off his hands then boosting himself back on the hands. He went on with a rear hook and a jab, yet he blocked it easily before giving a kick to his stomach. Merryweather's vision blurred and he had trouble with breathing, he looked around noticing a knife and pack of flour. He backed off keeping his arm covering the face, Olliefox slashed his arm tearing the shirt up and cutting the arm. Merryweather grabbed the flour and used it as a block, blinding the fox child before snatching the knife. He pushed the kid against the wall, lifted mid-air and stabbed the knife right into his chest, piercing through. The kid looked at the knife, grabbing the man's hand and attempting to pull it out.

He ripped it out. Merryweather fell on the ground, exhausted, and the child fell badly hurt. The kid's shirt soaked in blood, as he was coughing blood out.

''You ruined everything, stupid soldier guy.'' Olliefox said as the words were split up due to constant coughing.

''Fuck you and your games, Ollie. It's over.'' Merryweather answered, exhausted and too tired to get up.

''I just wanted to be loved-''

Suddenly, Ollie stopped moving, his eyes remained open as well as his mouth. His skin quickly turned pale as temperature lowered. Merryweather breathed heavily as the door to the house opened. The Global Occult Coalition units arrived, they secured the whole house and quickly rushed to the sergeant, providing first aid. Yet, Olivia was missing. He was escorted to the ambulance, law enforcement clearing out the area. He was rescued, the hell was over.

***

After a couple of days, he arrived back home, staring at the place where his wife's corpse lied. He walked up to the stairs, noticing dried out blood on the floor and a revolver which he picked up. Seemed like a trace. He followed it outside and to the edge of the landscape not far away. ''She jumped?'' He couldn't believe that, it must've been a joke. There was a forest at the bottom of it, no way for him to see if a corpse is there. He looked at the revolver, shiny and brand new.

***

The next morning, he was sitting at the edge, holding the revolver and his fursuit head. He heard a footstep behind. He didn't turn, there was no point.

''Good day, Sergeant.'' A mysterious man said, taking a seat next to him. He wore a black trench coat with a fedora, his face was covered in various anomalous ways.

''. . .'' No response.

''Good job on solving the case and defeating Ollie. I didn't expect you to finish it that quickly.''

''. . .''

''Look, I'm sorry for your family. It had to be done, there was no way to stop it.''

''There was, if I'd be quicker.''

''Trust me, there wasn't.''

''. . .''

''The Global Occult Coalition is thankful for your service, if you wish to stay you can be promo-'' He didn't finish and received an answer.

''No, I quit.''

''Fair, I must tell you before I go that your wife was one of the best agents which we ever had. You can be proud of her.''

''. . .''

The figure stood up and walked to the side. Merryweather knew who that was, he saw him a couple of times but this time without his guards, it was something else. More emotional? It was the Global Occult Coalition's Acting Director. One above everyone else. The figure bended the reality and walked through the rift, disappearing. Merryweather looked down on the revolver and at the sunrise. He placed his fursuit head on before taking a deep sigh. He clocked the revolver, and the bullet was in the chamber. He aimed at his forehead, at a perfect angle. He pulled the trigger. Everything blacked out, he felt so light. All his memories ran through his mind, family, his son. All great memories, his friends, wife. Whole life went past his eyes. His corpse fell on the bench, gunshot sound echoing through the area. Blood dripped from the bench as he finally could rest to the sunrise, forever. . .

~~ Moral of the story ~~

~~ Quit it before It's too late ~~