Your father comes to drop something off

You hear a knock at the door. You weren’t expecting anyone to come over today. You walk to the door and to your surprise, it’s your father.

“Hey son,” your father says, scooping you into a hug. You’ve always respected your father. He’s what the girls at your school would call a “DILF”. When he was younger, he was a ladies man. After he married your mother and had you and your sister, he slowed down and did his best to support you.

“Hey dad. What are you doing here?” you ask, backing away from the broken hug. “Am I not allowed to see my son?” he jokes. “Nah, I’m just kidding. I wanted to drop off your mail.” He then hands you a pile of mail and you place it on a nearby table. You motion for him to come in and he proceeds to do so. He sits on the couch and you sit next to him.

“Damn. This place is a pigsty,” he says, scanning the space. “What is this?” he asks, his eyes staring at the gun on the table. “Oh it’s just a toy. I just got back from a flea market,” you say, quickly picking up the gun. You read the label on it and show it to your father. “Just think and shoot, eh? Why don’t you test it on me? I mean, it’s just a toy, right?” Your father asks.

You are slightly taken aback, but decide to do it. You aim at your father and close your eyes. You shoot and instantly his body is engulfed in a beam of light. The light fades way and in his place is...