The Mortal Babysitter: A Dark Deception Fanfiction (Agatha x Reader)

Episode 4: Bring Your Mortal to School Day

Awkward.

That was the only way to describe it.

I had just arrived at La Casa Del Demon Girl, backpack nice and snug, assignments ready to be torn to pieces. (Spoiler alert: The dreaded beast known as the "Essay" flashed no fangs at me this time around, so my excitement rocketed straight into that star-packed sky.)

Unlike the other night, I had no trouble dimension hopping, finding myself on the front porch in actual record speed.

But I should've known: if the night seemed to be going swimmingly, then the plot twist would peek from just around the corner, ready to bop me right on the forehead.

Such a plot twist began when I lent the front door a trio of knocks. From there, as my call to enter was heard, it was not my employer I found on the opposite side of the doorframe but his duo partner for Fortnite Fridays.

My eyes went wide with surprise.

"Uncle Slendy?" I asked.

He wore his usual attire of a business suit and armada of flexible tentacles.

For a second, he just stared, before ushering me inside, shutting the door behind.

"It's rare seeing you here," I said.

He gave his signature nod.

And like circuits triggering in my head, I began to remember why exactly I had run into him last time.

Curiosity blossomed across my visage.

"Is it another pageant?" I asked.

Part of me was already preparing to pray and pray that Agatha would come out on top.

Fortunately, though, that wasn't the case, signaled by Uncle Slendy's shaking head.

My wonder quickly melted into confusion.

"Then why . . . ?"

To answer, Uncle Slenderman sent his gaze to the front, urging me to do the same. There, my sights slithered through the kitchen, and, more notably, onto two of the most recognizable characters.

The older, Malak, stationed himself before the stove, whose surface spat thin streams of sapphire flames as it heated a modest-sized pot. In said pot squirmed something of such grotesqueness that the stench lines seemed to stick to the ceiling above. Nonetheless, my employer didn't seem to mind, stirring that viscous, black goo with only half his mind. His expression appeared . . . nervous, as if any second now, a bomb would ignite, erasing the very fabric of this universe.

And being the Sherlock I was (maybe), part of me figured that explosion-to-be consisted of the little demon girl standing right behind him. She swayed from side to side, her claws held at her waist, her face twisting into a smile brimming with anticipation.

The two had yet to utter a single word to each other, let alone even notice my arrival.

What am I looking at?

"How long have they been like this?" I asked Uncle Slendy.

To answer, he held up all five of his fingers.

"Five minutes?" I translated. "That's not too bad."

I guess I just have bad timing.

He shook his head.

"Heh?"

He emphasized his five fingers.

My jaw dropped a bit.