“Father- Father Cartoonz! What are you doing?!” One of the villagers comes running into the church, seeming panicked at what Cartoonz was doing. He ignores them, continuing to do what he was doing beforehand.

“Father Cartoonz! Please, please, let me help you!” Upon looking up, Cartoonz was met with Brock, one of the village boys. Brock gave him a worried look, placing a hand on the priest's table. Cartoonz scoffed, then continued pushing the table towards the back wall. “I got this, ‘aight Brock? You go make sure the dogs out back are fed.”

Brock hesitated, but did as he was told anyways. Now left on his own, Cartoonz found himself regretting not taking Brock’s offer and getting help with moving the (kind of) new table into the church. It was big, and Cartoonz’ back hurt from trying to move the heavy, heavy table.

The carpenter, a kind man by the name of Evan, had given the church this table when he heard that Cartoonz broke another table. It was used, yes, but it would do the job.

All it was going to do was hold up some candles, anyways. Maybe a donation box? It depends on if those damn- those dang kids didn't try to pick stuff out of the box.

Kids these days were hard to put up with. Always sinning, sinning, sinning and hardly ever showing up to church. One of these days, Cartoonz was gonna have to go out there and drag them to church, one by one. Hold a nice, long sermon and give them some light.

These kids can't run from Jesus Christ. They better know that.

“Father Cartoonz? There's a female dog outside giving birth…. What do I do?” Brock peeked his head into the main room of the church, face barely visible from the growing darkness inside the church. He looks up at the ceiling of the church, seeing the sky covered in pinks and yellows from the sunset.

“You go on home, Brock. I better see you here on Sunday, y’hear that?”

Brock nods, then scurries off to wherever it is that he lives. Cartoonz went to the back room, gathering a few old blankets and going out to the back, where he, sure enough, found a dog curled around newborn pups.

Cartoonz spent a lot longer than he should've with the pups. So when he heard footsteps, during the middle of the night at his church, Cartoonz knew that it could only be one thing.

Those damn kids back again to mess with the garden, probably. He wasn't sure if it was a teenage thing, or just something kids liked doing these days, but for whatever reason, people kept messing up the garden outside the church. And now that he had a chance to catch them in the act?

These damn sinners were gonna get their asses sent straight to hell if Cartoonz caught them.

He went through the church, stopping to grab the biggest, fattest copy of the Bible he had. And some holy water, just for fun. When he got to the front door of the church, he felt delighted to see a couple of teenagers whispering and laughing in a group, standing at the front of the church.

“Y'ALL KIDS NEED TO GET THE FUCK OFF MY CHURCH! ALL Y'ALL KIDS NEED JESUS!” They all began to scatter, clearly startled by Cartoonz’ yelling, and even more so when Cartoonz chucked the Bible at them. It landed with a loud thwap on the ground, the teens all running in different directions.

“IF YOU GUYS THINK I WON'T REMEMBER THIS, YOU KIDS ARE FRICKIN’ STUPID! I BETTER SEE YOU LITTLE SHITS IN CHURCH ON SUNDAY, YOU HEAR ME?!”

The teens all gone now, Cartoonz sighed to himself as he began to walk back into the church.

He'll deal with the mess in the morning. He had some praying to do for these kids.

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(i wish i had an explanation for this but i really don't. Well, i do, but it's not very good xD)