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Set in postwar BND, dead!Andy, but not dead!Anarchy, where Merrick and Anarchy goes to live with Gidget and Nym
“Who the fuck do you think you are, you fucking fucktarded fuckface?!”
Despite the force with which Merrick had spun the computer chair around, Gidget remained calm, expectant, and Merrick was going to fucking kill him.
“You had no right to even look at him you goddamn shit eating piece of crap!” The words were panted out, the blood rushing through him strong and hard, like those great fucks they used to have in the bathroom with Andy pressed against the tile and Merrick’s hand working both of their cocks until And would groan and bite until he bleed. Only now the feel was reversed, the good for mind numbingly bad, quick screws for vicious, overwhelming loss, and orgasms for baby wipes. Anarchy was all he had left and Gidget had tossed him over to a bunch of strangers like it was nothing.
Merrick wanted to vomit with sharp feeling of being out of control, clueless as to where his son was and what he was doing and if he was dead and forgotten somewhere. He wanted to run out and find him, hold him and scream, but first he was going to punch Gidget in the face. Again.
But then Anarchy was running into the room, clasping his leg with one hand, a poorly colored walrus clutched in the other, proudly proclaiming his eternal love for Day care and could he please pretty please go back tomorrow because this really neat kid, Berick, and his brother Florescent were going to teach him to play this really cool game and he wanted to see Koki too because even though she was a girl, she was okay because her mom knows Wally the Walrus for real!
Merrick, pausing a moment to send a seething look towards his stupid, smartass brother as he smugly mumbled something about how being a ‘shiteating piece of crap’ would make him a cannibal, scooped up Anarchy, pressing him close to his chest and examined the paper and his son’s beaming face.
“Yeah, you can go back,” he allowed with a small smile of his own, leaving the room as Nym , grinning as fucking usual, deposited himself in Gidget’s lap and Merrick went back to hating them both and holding Anarchy tighter before he slipped away anymore.
“Who the fuck do you think you are, you fucking fucktarded fuckface?!”
Despite the force with which Merrick had spun the computer chair around, Gidget remained calm, expectant, and Merrick was going to fucking kill him.
“You had no right to even look at him you goddamn shit eating piece of crap!” The words were panted out, the blood rushing through him strong and hard, like those great fucks they used to have in the bathroom with Andy pressed against the tile and Merrick’s hand working both of their cocks until And would groan and bite until he bleed. Only now the feel was reversed, the good for mind numbingly bad, quick screws for vicious, overwhelming loss, and orgasms for baby wipes. Anarchy was all he had left and Gidget had tossed him over to a bunch of strangers like it was nothing.
Merrick wanted to vomit with sharp feeling of being out of control, clueless as to where his son was and what he was doing and if he was dead and forgotten somewhere. He wanted to run out and find him, hold him and scream, but first he was going to punch Gidget in the face. Again.
But then Anarchy was running into the room, clasping his leg with one hand, a poorly colored walrus clutched in the other, proudly proclaiming his eternal love for Day care and could he please pretty please go back tomorrow because this really neat kid, Berick, and his brother Florescent were going to teach him to play this really cool game and he wanted to see Koki too because even though she was a girl, she was okay because her mom knows Wally the Walrus for real!
Merrick, pausing a moment to send a seething look towards his stupid, smartass brother as he smugly mumbled something about how being a ‘shiteating piece of crap’ would make him a cannibal, scooped up Anarchy, pressing him close to his chest and examined the paper and his son’s beaming face.
“Yeah, you can go back,” he allowed with a small smile of his own, leaving the room as Nym , grinning as fucking usual, deposited himself in Gidget’s lap and Merrick went back to hating them both and holding Anarchy tighter before he slipped away anymore.