To Love A Monster

Chapter 3

Alright so, this'll probably be one of my last Author's notes until much later in the story. THIS IS A FOREWARNING: There will be smut. There will be kinks. We have Slender and his brothers here, so I shouldn't have to mention this, but the smut will usually include tentacles. Usually. That aside, if the kinks I include here get too freaky for you, then leave when they're mentioned. Simple as that. Don't go writing hateful stuff because I'll just ignore it anyway. Anyway, sorry about that, on to Chapter 3!

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Brina sat in the living room, chatting away with everyone. Though, beneath her happy appearance, she was itching for a fight. She wanted to try to bring it up casually, thinking for a while while others talked. Maybe one of them would agree. She silently felt everyone's presences, gauging how strong they would be. Jeff and Jane were only slightly more powerful than the average human, so not them. The next step up was The Puppeteer, which was unexpected, but thinking about it made sense. Next was LJ, then EJ, which was a bit strange but she didn't pay it much mind. Ben was next, her best friend being rather powerful made sense. Then it switched to the Slender Brothers... in order from weakest to strongest... Trender, then Offender... Slender was next... why was Splendor the strongest being here? Was he really that powerful?

Maybe her abilities had been changed when she had stepped through the portal... If they had, it was most likely to better suit her needs in this world. She should ask her friends...

"Hey, so... who's the strongest here? I took note of everyone's strength with my presence sensing ability... and Splendor is at the top."

"That seems about right. But that's only if you make him angry. Otherwise he's all about happiness and good vibes."

She sits back, thinking. So that would mean Slender was the strongest... most of the time. She couldn't picture Splendor angry, though. He was such a sweetheart. Maybe it was for the best.

"Why did you wanna know?"

"Well... I love a good fight. Never got to fight much in The Three Worlds, and I've never been much of a pacifist like the rest of my kind. I was just... different."

"Are you saying you wanna challenge one of us?"

"Yes! Let's go! Who wants to fight me!?"

Utter silence, save for the television, ran through the parlor.

"Eh... sure... I'll fight you, Brina. I'd like to see what my newest patient can do, and I'll be able to help you heal up quicker, afterwards."

Her excitement piqued, she zipped outside, hopping from foot to foot. Finally! Materializing her blades made from her parents, she gripped them tightly. EJ stood across the clearing from her, the old oak shimmering as it faded away. That got her attention. Trees didn't just disappear like that.

"A bit of Slender's magic. He took the mansion and all its property to a dimension where the tree doesn't exist."

She nodded at the blue-masked killer's explanation, and gripped her swords once more, readying herself. She didn't want to go all-out yet.

"Jack... don't hold back."

"Do I get your kidneys if I win?"

She huffed. "Yeah, sure..."

She saw something change in him, little pinpricks of light appearing in his black, empty sockets. Good, now she would see what he was capable of. She saw his scalpel, and switched to her dagger instead, deciding to even the odds a bit. Adrenaline began to pump through her veins, the thrill of a real fight getting to her. A cocky smirk grew on her face, and she motioned for Jack to make the first move. He was faster than she expected, knocking her to the ground. Rolling with the motion, she kicked him off, her tail stabbing toward his stomach. She could heal him after if need be. A tiny bit of black on her tail told her she'd hit her mark. But then he was at her again, digging into her right shoulder, and slicing open the skin easily. Hissing, she hopped back, her wings allowing her to retreat as she held her shoulder. She tried to use her healing, it was only slightly faster than when she had cut her palm with the knife, but it was enough. Her hand now covered in her blood, she let her hand fall from her cut shoulder... no longer cut. Jack was probably surprised, and charged her, knocking her down once more. He completely disabled her arm, his scalpel unbelievably sharp as it rendered her arm useless. She took her dagger in her left hand, still able to feel the slice going up her right arm as she stabbed forward with her dagger, getting him in the side. She was already starting to slow down.