Free Spirit | Slender Brother's X Reader

Chapter 27 ~ A Mother's Touch

Third Person Perspective

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Her vision was fuzzy as she began to sit up. A view of green and gray surrounded her like a globe, otherwise the surroundings she awoke in was a garden. Rising onto her feet, (Y/n) realized the pain was gone. She smiled at the flowers and nuzzles her hose between the petals, inhaling deeply.

A dose of serotonin blasted into her brain and she giggled happily. (Y/n) turned and began to follow a trail, admiring all of the flowers that brushed against her ankles. She saw a bee and stayed clear of it, but admired its work from afar.

It's been a while since she's seen a scene so beautiful. The last time she saw something so lovely was when they lived next to an elderly church goer with a giant garden in her backyard. (Y/n) soon found a bench and took her seat.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" A familiar voice asked. Turning, (Y/n) saw her mother, sitting there in all her grace. Her long brown hair still as shiny as ever, but not her dress was gray and her wrists were cuffed. (Y/n) frowned at the sight of the cuffs, but a smile quickly took over, her arms wrapping around her mother.

"Y-yes... it is." She swallowed uncomfortably, the entanglement of realizations made her feel dizzy and sick. Her mother was alive, yes, but imprisoned. Judging from the injuries on her body, it wasn't as nice as a prison as the garden made it seem.

"My apologies for bringing you here unannounced, but I needed to tell you somethings."

"Alright." (Y/n) turned her full attention to her mother. Her lips stayed in a straight line, not very prepared for what seemed to be the inevitable. She stared at her mother, absorbing the new look of her that resided in front of her. Her skin was now pale, her eyes dull, small bags underneath her eyes. Her hair was longer than before and her dress was filthy from years of abuse.

"Alright. We don't have much time, so I'm going to tell you this quickly." Her mother sucked in a deep breath before listing off things quickly. "An ice pack will help sooth your heat, don't go outside for a week, don't fret over your appearance when you begin to change, don't upset yourself, your father is dead, he committed suicide, tell your brother I love him, when you're able, kill your stepmother, she put me here and she'll try to do the same to you."

(Y/n) blinked quickly. Her body frozen and mind trying to consume all the information it had just been fed. Her mother gave her a gentle smile before her body and the world around her disappeared. (Y/n) looked down at her hands, her vision slowly going black. However, before the darkness took over, she saw her mother's hands get placed into her own.

"I love you, (Y/n). Be strong for me. I'll see you again."

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A yawn escaped (Y/n)'s lip as she arose from her bed. She blinked, glancing around finding her room empty. She couldn't quite remember what happened before her dream, but all she cared about at the moment was sealing the dam and finding Splendor and his brothers.

(Y/n) started with searching the mansion, not finding anyone or anything to tell her where they were. She would've continued to look if the burning passion between her legs wasn't continuing to drip the gasoline that was keeping the fire burning. The young girl just went back downstairs and got the ice pack.

She laid down and thought about everything her mother had said. (Y/n) had never felt so sad and confused before. She had no idea what was happening to her and what was going to become of her. Maybe her confusion would be a little more bearable if she hadn't learnt her father was dead. Perhaps it was the deep craving she always had for her father to be the loving parent he once was.

'Why would he kill himself?' (Y/n) pondered, messing with her (h/c) hair. She thought back to everything cruel he had ever done to her, then she remembered his eyes in those moments. In the beginning, they held pity, and slowly that pity turned  into a deeper rage. She always wondered if that rage was meant for her or himself. 'Maybe he felt guilty for everything he'd done...'

(Y/n) could only hope that was the reason why, but no matter what, he was still dead and no amount of regret could change that. She squeezed her eyes shut, imagining all the ways he could've done it; all the ways she once wanted to put out her light. Maybe he used a gun, a rope, a knife, or maybe he jumped. No matter the circumstance, (Y/n) was only trying to imagine what his face looked like when he did it.

Perhaps his eyes were watery and squeezed shut, hesitating to do such a reckless act. Maybe he had been wanting to do this and was only waiting for (Y/n) to leave before he did so. A flutter of joy grew in her chest at the idea of her father smiling as he pulled a trigger that would wipe that smile away forever. She'd only seen him smile once, and that was when her mother sang to them.

"Oh (Y/n)! Thank goodness you're ok!" Splendor's voice cried, causing (Y/n) to flinch before she was lifted up off the couch. He held her tightly and to her shock, a soft set of lips were placed on hers.

When she was set back down, her face was burning and the heat between her thighs could burn down a forest and probably melted the ice pack. (Y/n) stammered in confusion, flustered and nervous. Her red fade was easily brushed off however as an angry Slender snapped at her.

"Where were you?! You disappeared right in front of us!" The angry was laced with worry, the worry laced with fear. (Y/n) stared at them confused. Offender sat beside her before pulling her onto his lap, nuzzling into her neck, not wanting to let her go.

"And why do you have an ice pack shoved against your clit and flowers in your hair? We didn't see you outside." Trender asked, clearly the most observant slender and the moment.

"What...? I visited my mom again, w-was it not a dream?" (Y/n) asked, the kiss still fresh in her mind.

"No! You were gone! Something could've happened to you!" Slender was next to join the cuddle group, a strong grip on (Y/n), his chin on her head. Trender and Splendor looked at each other before nodding. All of them clearly had the same idea as the teleported into Splendor's room (it was the biggest bed in the house). All four brothers were now cuddled up with the girl they cared so deeply about.

(Y/n) felt a strong sense of tranquility as her eyes began to close. There was just a comfortable wave of warmth that caressed her body from every angle. Splendor gently sang "Soft kitty, warm kitty" as she slowly fell asleep. (Y/n) soon went limp, a small smile on her lips.

"Why were you singing that?" Offender asked, sounding confused.

"After watching a few movies with her, it was clear to see she likes the pet kink. Not to mention she likes praise." Splendor responded, earning a laugh from Offender, a groan of annoyance from Slender, and silence from Trender.

Despite having other things to do that day, the brothers fell asleep cradling the girl they've grown to crave.