Later on that night, Billy heard typing in the other room. He went and peeked in. Johnny was hard at work, writing page after page of the manuscript the troll had tried to destroy.
Billy went back downstairs. He saw
Jenny smiling and holding her stomach, caressing her unborn child gently.
Then he looked outside. From far off, he saw the ocean of horrors and the robots trotting along, as well as the abandoned carnival and McDonalds. He had no doubt the troll would be back one day with his goonies. He then saw the blackened ships approaching closer now.
More typing coming from upstairs. Billy hoped Johnny wrote fast enough to restore the balance in this world once again.
If not, bullets could always write a little faster. There will be more struggles, but they would be ready.
A strong smell filled his nostrils then. The smell of goats. Billy hurried to the front door and looked out onto the street. He saw some goat men walking down it, seeming to look for trouble.
Billy turned and saw Jenny look up in alarm.
From upstairs, the typing stopped. The boy grabbed the shotgun nearby and loaded it up.
“Don’t worry” Billy said. “I got this!”
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