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The young dalmador padded down the hallway and over to the front door, eager to see his father again. After his parents split up, Dante rarely ever got to see his father, being stuck with his screaming mother and apathetic stepfather. It was nice whenever he was able to see his father, who seemed to really care about him.
The door creaked open, and a lanky dalmatian stood over his son. Dante practically pounced into his father's arms, who was surprised yet grateful for the act of affection.
"Hey, Dante! It's so good to see you!" The older canine piped up, pulling his son close. "How've you been?"
"Not good..." Dante quietly said, nuzzling into his father's fur. "I'm so glad I get to stay with you this week."
"Trust me, I'm going to turn your life around this week!"
Soon enough, the puppy was in his father's home, sitting on the couch while his father talked to him. However, the conversation didn't stay light-hearted for long.
"Well, we better spend as much time together as we can down here, so that we're ready when we have to go up there."
"What do you mean?" Dante tilted his head quizzically, not quite understanding what his father meant.
"Ah, I guess that means I haven't told you yet. Well, someday, the light will come, and everyone here on Earth will be united in Heaven."
"Wait, but doesn't that mean we'll all die?" The young pup's eyes widened in shock, not believing what he was hearing, and hoping there had been a miscommunication.
"Yes, but don't worry. When it comes, you'll be happy!"
The pup just couldn't get it out of his head. Everywhere he went, every second of his life, he was expecting the end of the world to come. Whether he was sitting at home or playing with his friends, he knew that at any second, all of them could die.
'It's okay... when it comes, I'll be happy.' He thought, trying to convince himself it would all be okay in the end, as he anxiously rocked back and forth by himself in his mother's basement. When suddenly...
BANG!
"IT'S HERE!!! THE END IS HERE!!!" The pup huddled into a ball on the cold stone floor, shivering in fear as his fur stood on end.
"What's all this about the end of the world?!" Called his mother's voice as she padded down the stairs, who had been the source of the bang as she slammed open the door.
"Daddy told me everything! He said that at any moment, the light will come, and it will be the end of the world!" Dante grabbed onto his mother's front leg and started shaking it to emphasize his point, eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Dante, quit being a freak and go to sleep!"
"But Mummy... I want to sleep in my bed..." He protested, not wanting to have to spend another night sleeping on the cold, hard stone, especially not with the consideration that it may be his last sleep.
"Tough luck! And I'm your mother, not your "mummy". What are you, an infant? This is why nobody will ever listen to you." The labrador hissed, promptly opening the door and walking back up the stairs, shutting her son into the cold basement.
"...when it comes, I'll be happy."