A day in an attic . . . with dust bunnies

"Are you [Y/F/N] [Y/L/N]?", the cop said. You stood there, frozen in fear. You slam the door shut and run to John. "John! The cops are here! They're looking for me!", you yell. John walks out of the kitchen and walks past you, not saying a word. Before he opens the door, he looks at you and says, "Get Izzy and Chi-Chi. Go to the attic. Stay there until I tell you to come out." He says. You nod and walk to the backdoor. You open it and say to Izzy, who is playing with Chi-Chi, "Come on Izzy. John told us to go up to the attic and stay there. Bring Chi Chi." Izzy gets up and follows you into the house. "Why? Are the cops here, looking for John?", Izzy asks, holding Chi Chi. You say, "I'll tell you when we get to the attic. Wait, do you know where it's at?" Izzy says, "Ya, follow me." You do as you're told and follow her up the stairs to the master bedroom. You wonder I hope John is ok . . . Izzy leads you into the closet of the master. She points up a square in the ceiling with a string attached to it. "That's the trap door up there . . . " You reach up and pull the string and a ton of dust falls into your face. You suddenly sneeze and say, "If I see one spider . . . . Ima smash the little devil to smithereens before it can even think about glaring at me." A ladder slides down with even more dust. You give a gesture to Izzy and say, "Little ladies first." Izzy giggles as she climbs the ladder, holding Chi-Chi carefully. You go up after her and look around. "I just imagining an army of 10 feet tall spiders crawling towards us, ready to feed on our flesh and eat out brains. And then, If they eat our brains, they will become intelligent and rule the world.", you say to Izzy. Izzy gasps and says, "Your worse than John!" You laugh as you close the trapdoor shut. Chi Chi wiggles out of Izzy's arms and runs around, being a goofball. "Hey! Get back here, you little chubby living ball of fur!", Izzy says as she gets up and runs after the puppy. You stand up and look around for the little demons. You see none. You let out a sigh of relief and sit on a wood crate. You smooth back your hair and watch Chi-Chi chase her tail, get dizzy, then do it again. You slide down the crate and lean against it. You say to Izzy, "Hey, come here. We should go to sleep to past time." Izzy shrugs and crawls over. Chi Chi follows. Izzy cuddles up beside you and closes her eyes. Chi Chi lays on your thigh and puts her chin on her paws. You look up at the ceiling and close your eyes, thinking, Get home safe, John. Please . . .