The suits reached Spanks in the blink of an eye. I mean, what do you expect when they're literally made of clothes?
Just when they were about to tell him what had been happening, Spanks ordered them to prepare Maria, who was currently chained to a wall, for her execution.
"Make sure to get her real prettied up, boys! I want her daddy to see her from a mile away as she loses her head!" Spanks said to his suits as they got Maria into a straitjacket.
She could have resisted; she could have killed them all effortlessly. That's what the voice was telling her.
The voice that had plagued her all her life. The voice no one but her knew about. It was yelling at her to kill this asshole and end all this...
But she couldn't.
Or else her dad would die.
She needed a distraction from that voice...
Or else it would happen again...
"Why are you doing this? What did my dad do to you that makes you want to torture him and his people so much?!" she asked Spanks, trying to find out why this guy was going through all this trouble for some little town in the middle of nowhere.
But Spanks was silent.
He looked at her with emotionless eyes, just like his suits had, and grabbed her head, bringing her close enough for her to feel his breath, which she couldn't thanks to his mask. The suits let go and backed away immediately.
"You don't get to call him 'dad,'" he whispered into her ear and then...
DAM!
He slammed her face onto his knee, and since her guard was down, it hurt like hell, which came as a shock since this guy was way shorter and leaner than her.
He let her fall to the ground and regained his composure, turning away toward the nearby window and noticing something coming his way.
CRASH!
"What the hell is that?!" Spanks shouted at the object that would have crashed into him if he hadn't gotten out of the way in time.
It was Number 2, or what was left of him.
He was reduced to a bloody pulp and barely breathing. But his most prominent scar was a giant bite mark on his left shoulder.
"Number 2! Number 2! What happened?!" Spanks asked, feeling extreme worry for his friend.
The visions came back to him as he stared at Number 2's broken body. Visions of wreckage and a bald figure pulling him out of it.
"The... d...dog..." Number 2 said, barely holding on.
"Dog?!"
Come to think of it, Spanks did notice your's truly back when he took Maria but didn't really pay any attention to me. He had never seen me in the town before, so he thought I was probably some stranger.
That begs the question: What the hell is some strange dog guy doing here? Well, Spanks wasn't going to wait around to find out. If he was going to punish Farmer for all those years ago, this dog guy needed to go.
Maria, however, looked at the bruised man with confusion... "Dog?" Was Spike helping her dad? Why? Didn't he refuse them already? What did her daddy promise him that would make him help them?
Well, she was going to find out soon enough.
"Let's get her out of her suits! It's time these foolish people learn not to fuck with Warden Spanks!" Spanks ordered.
And in the blink of an eye, Spanks's suits got Maria off the wall and took her outside but stopped immediately they were out.
"Hey! What the hell are you guys doing?! Get her to town square! I want all those fools to see this!" Spanks shouted. Once he got out, he got the answer to his question.
It was that bastard Farmer leading his people, who looked at him with intense fury, and, of course, me! I was a little scraped from the fight with Number 2, but come on, a couple of stab wounds were nothing to the invincible Spike Dogtooth!
"Well, what a pleasant surprise! I didn't know y'all were so eager to see this green little girl get her head chopped off," Spanks said, amused at the crowd before him.
"Head chopped off? No! Why do you want her dead! I thought you were going to sell her off, you monster!" Farmer said as he dropped to the ground in horror.
"Oh, your daughter and I made a deal, you old fucker! I'll let your town go if she agrees to let me execute her for you all to see!"
"What, Maria! Why would you...!"
"To save you, Daddy... I'm sorry... All of you. You took care of me despite me being a green-skinned monster. I can't bear to see you all hurt."
"So watching you die won't hurt us?!" one man said.
"Yeah, you're one of us! Not some sacrifice!" another said.
"Don't worry! We'll get you out of here!" one more said as the people began to gather and approach Spanks.
"No one is getting their head chopped off, Spanks! Now, despite all you've done to us, I'm still giving you the chance to leave before things get nasty!" Farmer warned Spanks as the mob got even closer.
"Nasty? How so?" Spanks asked with a sarcastic gesture.
"Is being eaten from your balls to your brains sound nasty enough for ya?" I said, licking my lip. Damn, I just realized how hungry I was at that point. Although he was a little too scrawny for my taste, he'd do just fine.
"I'm sorry, and who invited you here? Last I checked, you're not even a citizen of this town. So how does this affect you? Or is it that that bastard Farmer asked for your help?"
"Oh, he did, and I refused him, thinking he was just some weakling who couldn't handle his own problems. But now I see he's just a man ready to protect his people."
"So you decided to help him then, huh? You're one of those 'helping the strong' types, eh? Just like that damn what's-his-name. Actually, now that I mention it, you look a lot like him too, well, except the whole dog thing..."
"This ain't the time for you to be reminiscing, asshat! You heard the old man! Leave, or else I make you a part of my lunch plan!" I shouted. But the prick wouldn't budge.
"Actually, this is good! Really good! Now I can show these assholes why I'm still a threat! SUITS!!"
And in the blink of an eye, two of his suits appeared from inside the base and stood behind him.
"TAKE CARE OF THE DOG!"
And just like that, the Suits began to attack, but then they stopped moving.
And began to multiply like rabbits.
Soon two became four.
Four became ten.
And now there was a whole army I had to deal with.
"HEY Y'ALL! GET BACK! NOW!!" I yelled at the people, and they promptly followed as Farmer led them away from the scene.
"Hey, Spike... uh..."
"I know. I know. Thanks. I get it."
"No... please keep Maria safe, alright?"
I looked into his eyes as he said that. They were so familiar... Why do they make me feel so nostalgic?
No, this wasn't the time for that!
"Don't worry, old man! I got this!" I said joyfully and faced the army of living clothes heading toward me.
They were a lot, I guess, but I have a special way of dealing with armies.
I opened my mouth wider than I ever had and sucked in all the air I could, along with all the suits. Since they were made of clothes, getting them stuck in my giant whirlpool was a piece of cake.
I sucked them all into my mouth in the blink of an eye, and although it tasted like, well, a bunch of clothes, I wasn't a picky eater anyway.
Now, you're probably wondering how I managed to fit an army of over a hundred men made of clothes into my belly, and the answer is simple...
Dude, this is a story of a half-man, half-dog fighting someone who can make soldiers out of clothes. Do you really expect me sucking them all into my mouth to be so outlandish? Now stop questioning the stupidity and enjoy this shitty story, you beautiful idiots!
After sucking them all in, I needed to make sure Spanks got his money's worth for all those clothes I ate.
I spat the giant ball of clothes right at Spanks, and at such a speed, it was going to rip him in half.
"STOP YOU IDIOTS!"
And they stopped. The giant ball of clothes stopped midair right in front of Spanks. Then he looked at me dead in the eye, and although I couldn't see it, I could sense the little smirk the asshat gave me...
He was planning something.
"Hey, Maria," he called her, which got Maria to look at him in extreme hatred...
"Watch as I kill your last hope at survival..."
He began to absorb the clothes into his own, growing in size by a few feet... Okay, a few meters... Now he was the size of his base, the largest building in town. Twenty meters of clothes... Not what I was expecting, but I can work with this...
"You really think that little spitball was going to do anything to me, dog? I am Warden Spanks! I control this town, these people, and now... I control these clothes!" He roared, his voice booming across the town square. He looked down at me, a towering figure of stitched fabric and fury. "And you, you flea-bitten mutt, you're going to be the first to witness my true power!"
He raised a hand – or rather, a massive sleeve now – and the ground trembled. The air crackled with some kind of energy. I could feel the hair on my back standing on end. This was different. This wasn't just some clown with scissors anymore. This was a walking, talking, twenty-meter-tall clothes monster.
"I need a new plan damnit." I muttered, my voice barely a whisper against the wind whipped up by his sheer size. I knew I couldn't take him head-on like this. I needed a different strategy.
I dropped to all fours, my senses heightened. I could smell the fear in the air, the desperation of the townspeople huddled behind Farmer. I could feel the vibrations of Spanks's every move, the almost unnatural energy radiating from him.
He brought his hand down, and a wave of force slammed into the ground, sending cracks spider-webbing across the square. I dodged just in time, the wind from his attack whipping past me. This guy was fast for his size.
"Running away, dog? Is that all you've got?" Spanks taunted, his voice echoing.
I wasn't running. I was strategizing. I needed to find a weakness, something I could exploit. His size was his advantage, but it was also his disadvantage. He was slow, cumbersome. I was small, agile.
I darted around his legs, nipping at the fabric, trying to find a seam, a loose thread, anything. But the clothes were tightly woven, almost like armor.
He swung his arm again, and I barely managed to avoid it. This was getting nowhere. I needed something drastic.
Then I saw it. A small tear in the fabric near his neck, where the clothes joined his mask. It was a long shot, but it was the only shot I had.
I waited for another attack, and when he swung his arm, I dodged, then leaped, using his momentum to propel me upwards. I sank my teeth into the tear, tearing at the fabric with all my might.
"What the...?" Spanks gurgled, his voice distorted.
I kept tearing, the fabric ripping, until finally, I had pulled a large chunk of cloth away from his mask.
And then I saw it.
Underneath the mask, it wasn't a face at all. It was just more clothes, stitched together haphazardly. And at the very center, a tiny, shriveled head, barely bigger than my fist.
It was Spanks.
He looked up at me, his eyes wide with terror. "No... you can't..."
I didn't give him a chance to finish. I snapped my jaws, and that was the end of Warden Spanks.
The giant clothes monster collapsed, the fabric falling to the ground like a deflated balloon. The townspeople cheered, their fear turning to relief.
Farmer rushed over to me, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Spike, you did it! You saved us!"
I just nodded, panting. That was a close one. Too close. I was about to say something when I felt a familiar tugging sensation. My vision blurred, and I stumbled.
"Whoa, Spike, you okay?" Farmer asked, his voice full of concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, trying to shake off the dizziness. "Just a little tired."
But I knew it was more than that. The same déjà vu I had felt before was back, stronger than ever. I looked around, and the town square seemed to shimmer, the edges of reality blurring.
And then everything went black.
The end... FOR NOW.