To Love A Monster

Chapter 1

Alright. Quick thing before I begin. If you haven't read Guardian of The End, GO. READ. IT. Most of the stuff here will not make sense if you don't. If you have read it, great! Carry on. Also, Slender The Arrival got a 10-year anniversary remaster about a week ago, I think (at the time I'm posting this chapter that is). I still have yet to play it but I'm going to. Heaven and Hell, I'm scared shitless thinking about it but damn do I wanna play the game that made our favorite urban legend famous! Anyway, enough of me talking until the end note. Here's the first chapter of the newly revamped No Way Back!

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He sat at his desk, filling out a document with his signature and victims' names. This felt like the millionth time he had done this... perhaps it was, considering how long he had been around. The chaos he assigned for his mansion's residents to carry out was critical for the delicate balance, which was precariously teetering towards the problematic situation of all humans knowing they exist. Such a situation would lead to disaster, and all of the residents - including himself and his brothers - being hunted for sport. That thought left an unpleasant, bitter taste in his hidden mouth. Despite this thought, he kept calm and continued filling out the remaining documents. It was done soon enough, leaving the eldritch entity some time to relax. Every resident was asleep by now; those besides himself that may be awake would be his brothers.

Despite the floor being wooden, his practiced steps silently led him to the kitchen. Only a hunter such as himself could tread soundlessly. A gentle hum from his wine chiller greeted him as he entered, the small fridge-like device keeping the bottles from turning to vinegar with a controlled temperature.

An inky tentacle extended from the center of his back, its innumerable brethren staying behind while it procured a wine glass. The faceless creature took his time selecting a wine that was best enjoyed on its own. Finally, he took a bottle from the chiller, poured himself a serving, and wandered down to the parlor. He never enjoyed television, so he simply listened to the nightbirds and their soothing song.

The presence slowly enveloping his mind was noticed only once it had a firm grip.

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The soft fwip, fwip, fwip of the paper as he counted the cash was lost among the deep bass of the music in the club. The patrons were cheering at the women on stage, and more money was put into the tray at the edges of the raised platform. A smirk worked its way onto his face. Lust and the musk of men impregnated the air, the eldritch being breathing it in and enjoying the cheers of the patrons. With all the tables being filled tonight, he was feeding easily from the carnal thoughts that everyone in the crowd had. His brothers didn't cross his mind more than once.

He stood behind the bar, his usual trench coat looking too heavy, were it not for the conditioning unit that kept the air around him at a comfortable temperature. A small group of three women walked in, sitting and batting their eyes at the monster. His grin widened, they had no idea who he was. He asked them what they'd like and pulled the respective glasses from storage, making their drinks and serving them to the women with his signature smile.

The music changed from a low, thumping bass to higher pitched risque song. The strippers on stage moved faster to please the patrons before a different group took their place. They couldn't dance all night, but their shows were always well-received. Once all the patrons left, he headed backstage to congratulate all his employees, giving the women a kiss on the cheek and the men a pat on the back. He noticed a few of his female employees acting strangely, and made a mental note to bring in the doctor he knew best for a check up.