One that's making Max panic inside.

Max was still trying to figure out what the hell was going on while suppressing the need to panic (that he was slightly losing).

Aunt Alison from before the machine was a fairly mild woman who just liked reading detective novels, hitting the occasional escape room, and had slipped him his first porno magazine back in high school. She'd have a date every so often with some shmuck before kicking him to the curb for eying one of her daughters. Nothing terribly out of the ordinary.

Now, Aunt Alison, still heavily pregnant, apparently had a hidden armory of non-lethal shotguns (seriously, what the fuck were those?) and was currently standing in a frilly little maternity sundress, red hair flapping in the wind, in the middle of the driveway, dangling (and occasionally just tapping every so often) an apparently active taser over that mouthy guy who'd come into the house, who'd fallen over. All while staring down three cop cars that had pulled up in front of the house.

Maybe the machine changed more than Max had thought...

Officer Dessa Barr pulled up a bit into the driveway of the Skye house to a scene she wasn't expecting, but wasn't surprised by. Alison Skye standing over some poor bastard, dangling a taser over his nuts, and staring her down with a smile that honestly scared the cop. A smile of gleeful wrath that Dessa had only seen a few times. The last time was when the Skye matriarch had been found with a barbed whip and Father Harry from the local church bound, gagged and looking like bloody hell. To be fair, Father Harry had been trying to form a little cult that would have let him fondle underage girls.

Looking around the scene to see what fresh hell had surfaced at the Skye residence, three empty white unmarked vans were being blocked in by the other cops, apparently already emptied out as four men had already been zip tied and laid out on the front lawn. Calls for reinforcements were already being sent out as the front door to the house opened up. Alison's sister, Britney, was carrying some man by the shoulders, and some unknown short woman was carrying him by his feet, lugging him towards the pile of men on the lawn, already having apparently tied his hands and ankles together. Alison's blonde neighbor and her daughter came out right behind them carrying another tied up man. After dumping the two shmucks, Britney gave a wave hello before following the other three women back inside.

Glancing at her partner, she could see the same confusion on her face that she was feeling. Especially as Britney and her cohort of ladies started hauling another two men out to the growing pile of probable criminals. Dessa opened the door and started slowly approaching the pregnant home owner.

Why was the this the one house where a woman openly getting pregnant by **** was the least weirdest thing happening?

Alison Skye enjoyed smiling down on her latest victim for one last moment before fully focusing on the two cops coming up to her. Dessa Barr and her new little protégée who was just as delicious looking, standing just a little taller and blonder than her senior partner but the bulky uniform not doing enough to hide the impressive curves hiding beneath it. They would be delightful additions to the family now that Max was starting to look a little further afield than what was at home. Especially once they were nice and heavy with his babies.

But, first, appearances must be maintained, and there was this little bitch under her that had been dumb enough to try and invade her home. Moron didn't know that the beanbag loaded shotguns had been loaded and starting to be passed out before they'd even turned onto the street.

Alison decided to speak up first, just to get this moving along as Britney open the front door behind her, another pair of little dicked fucks being hauled out to the growing pile on her front lawn.

"Well, Officer Barr, I'm glad you were able to make it on such short notice. I hope you don't mind if my family and I keep cleaning up. We had a rather rude guest make a little bit of a mess." She said with a smile as she lowered the taser onto the fallen man's crotch, lighting him up with a fresh electrical flow, making the man scream and howl into a silver duck tape gag.

Officer Barr knew better than to interrupt a busy Alison, and waited for her to pull the taser away.

"Hello Alison, can you tell me what happened? I want to know why you seem to have a bone to scorch off this man." Dessa said calmly, keeping an eye on her while her partner, Dee kept an eye for anyone else approaching and the gagged scrawny man on the ground.

Alison laughed for a moment before continuing, "Well, this little maggot decided to gather his little friends up and chased three new friends of Maxie's around. They came here for a little rest, but this little boy decided to follow them in, without permission, and decided he wanted to play with my family too. "
Alison's eyes flashed dangerously, "You know how I feel about something like that."

Dessa seemed to get what she was saying, there was nothing that got her angrier than someone messing with her family, and this little shit-stain had done just that.

"Was there anyone hurt? Why they were chasing Max's new 'friends'? The names of anyone? Who might be in charge?" Dessa asked, now knowing this wasn't something that Alison had organized and gone sideways, she wouldn't be actively getting in the way. They didn't have nearly the manpower to deal with an angry Alison who'd had her fun spoiled.

Alison smiled as she spoke up, glad that Dessa was reading the situation well. "Well, no one from my house was hurt, but Max's friends seem like they got a little roughed up on the way here. Everyone's survived on their side, to my knowledge." tapping the lightly smoking man at her feet. " I don't know why they were being chased, and I don't really care. I think one of them named a 'Dante' was chasing them, I'd assume to start with him." Alison gave a little kick to the moron below her, "This little boy was a bit mouthy and seemed to be leading them, I'd start with him. He stopped being fun awhile ago."

Dessa breathed and felt tension she hadn't realized she'd been holding release. This was going much, much easier than expected. Last time someone had set hands on one of Alison's daughters, the church had almost burnt to the ground and they'd found a solid hundred pounds of cocaine. This was just some overconfident idiot with friends charging into a dragon's den.

"Any chance we can come inside and help sort things out?" Dessa asked, knowing the probable answer.

"Give us a minute to finish cleaning this little boy's friends out from under our feet and get decent, then you can sweep and make sure everything is clear." Alison spoke up, a mischievous light in her eyes and smile. Dessa knew the matriarch was starting to plot some scheme, but this was going much better than expected, no one was generally allowed without a warrant into the house, so this was a good chance to get a look around and see how the apparent victims were doing. This was going much better than expected.