A/N: This first chapter includes SinisterMan or SlenderFather and his wife. Also, there is a lot of debate about who's the oldest brother, Slendy or Splendor? To be honest there is no legitimate age for either of them but I choose to go with Splendor being the youngest. So no commenting about that, ok? And no, Serena is NOT a self insert for my crazy fantasies. Also, story inspired by the amazing people from Deviantart who make wonderful pictures. Also the cover image! All credit goes to Gothicraft. You should totally watch her.
Chapter 1: Mr and Mrs. Sinister
"Monster!"
"Freak!"
"What is that?"
"Leave, devil!"
Oh, those overly used phrases that he knows by heart. Well, they're getting old and tired and stale for his taste. They just don't work anymore. They never did. Not after what he's been doing to all these spiteful people who called him names or ever questioned his appearance or existence. It's his job to victimize, after all. And this job, be past down to the generations to come.
That generation starts with finding a mate.
Slipping on his dark classy trench coat, SinisterMan left the small stone cottage which he labelled home and went to go find a mate, or if she didn't love him, slave. Not like she would. It's not normal to love a a man with a half ripped face. Also who's extremely tall and has tentacle like appendages growing from his back.
Walking down the dirt and stone road in the middle of the cool night is a hobby. A very nice one too.
The soothing dark color scheme in the sky secludes everything but him.
He slowly creeps into the forest- a lot of girls sneak out here, he doesn't know why. Maybe to get a piece of mind. Or rebel against stupid rules and have 'fun'. Well, aren't they going to have fun tonight. It made him drool imagining what he would do to them. He continues to stroll through the thick, twisted forest.
The path clears slightly, and in his sight is a creature. A perfect specimen.
Her dark blonde hair braided into a crown around her head. Her dark long lashes and her porcelain face. Beautiful.
Cadbath pulls out his large black tendrils and increases his height by a few feet. Slowly creeping closer to the vulnerable girl as she sniffs an sad little white flower. Wilted, but she seems to cherish it like its fresh and not browning. He walks at a faster pace, smirking at his innocent victim. She hears the crunching of dried up leaves and twigs and on instinct jumps up from her crouching position.
"Who- who is there?"
No one answers her shaky question. Who would care? She's just a peasant girl, after all.
Cadbath appears in front of her in a menacing way. The moonlight showering on both of them, shadowing their features.
The dark blonde girl shrieks in horror.
"Calm yourself, girl." He purrs in his usual deep, scary voice as his tendrils wrap themselves around her wrists and ankles.
She gasps and screams, he slams her against the rough trunk of a tree.
"You are my possession, now-"
He did not expect this to happen!
Suddenly, her human tissues and face sheds off of her, revealing a very fair tone of under layer skin. Her face, is so different. It bears a mouth, only black with no teeth nor tongue. Her eyes are duplicates of a dark abyss, her blonde hair still neatly braided around her head. But here's another surprise: she pulls out four white tendrils and shoves the beast off of her.
But seeing them now, trying to tell who is the actual monster is hard.
Cadbath is in a state of shock as he lies in the ground.
"You-"
She gasps, her eyes widening to compliment the emotion.
"Oh no." She repeats frantically in a worried voice.
She turns away and runs fearfully from the small, empty part of the forest.
"No wait!" Cadbath calls for her wistfully. His large black tentacle captures her ankle once more. She screams again, but looks at him in surprise and worry. "What.. Leave me alone!" She hisses in obvious anger, but he does not pull back. Instead, he drags her towards him. "No!" She protests but she can't really fight it. He keeps his tendril entwined around her ankle like ivy, but stares at her wordlessly.
"What? Shocked, are you?" She huffs angrily.
"You-you are similar to me..!" Says Cadbath in wonder.
The once human girl sighs and gives him a look, nervously biting her lower lip. "Who are you?" Her expression is even more nervous. She turns her head to face another direction and takes a deep breath. Her arms delicately fold across her small chest. She taps her foot- her free one- in a little anxious rhythm. This eventually leads to her chewing down on her bottom lip because of pure stress.
"If I tell you-Will you let me go?" She asks, still not bothering to look at him and his bloody, torn up face.
He nods, still not able to process a single thing to say to her.
"My name it's, um, Serena. Serena Harvard." Says the so called beauty shakily.
"Now will you please let me go?" She begs.
"Serena." Her name rolls on his tongue like something sweet. Is he in love?
"You're so beautiful.." He says on impulse. But it clearly comes out as an accident.
Two light red patches of color grace both her porcelain cheeks.
"Thank you." Says Serena earnestly.
"I should be thanking you." And so, that night. He did the impossible.
He fell in love.
It's a stupid thing, really. So he doesn't know why he feels.. butterflies in his stomach. He's unfocused and just so excited today. He can't explain it- but the anxiety is just bubbling up inside of him. He's so het up he can hardly breathe. He tucks in his white scarf properly down his jacket so that it looks right. Cadbath also straitens out his dress shirt before buttoning the black velvet waistcoat he loved so. With two tails running down the back and golden buttons and cuffs, he really looks like a gentleman.
Only with a demonic face and you know.
But it doesn't matter. All that matters is today and the things he will say!
He stares anxiously at the small, red box that sits tauntingly on his dresser. He bites his lower lip before lifting up his right hand in an imitation to pick it up.
His long bony fingers twitch in anticipation as cold sweat slips down his forehead.
"Hello!"
She swings in like a ray of sunshine. A ray of sunshine that didn't knock on the door and kicks him in the face with her sudden presence without an explanation.
That kind of ray of sunshine.
He shrieks his head off. Serena awkwardly stands there holding both her hands behind her back.
"Bad timing?" She questions silently, shrugging her shoulders.
"ASDFGHJKL." Or at least, that's what it sounds like as he covers the small red box on his dresser with his large palms.
Serena smiles at him. She looks so happy, "Sorry." She apologizes sweetly. Cadbath swallows and moves the small box into his pant pocket. He returns a cheesy and nervous smile. If she can even see his lips, then she would know. She walks slowly towards him and stands directly in front of him.
"Let's do that again," says Serena, "Hello."
"Uh.. hello."
She immediately throws her arms around his neck. "What is with the outfit?" Cadbath can hardly contain himself. "Well, Serena. I just- We've been together for a few years now. And I just want to. To ask you something personal- I want to.."
Serena un hooks herself from his tall being. She gives him a quizzical look.
"Serena, what I'm saying is. I- I love you."
Her eyes widen, "Cadbath.. I love you too. But we both know this." She blushes shyly.
"Well..."
"Yes?"
He takes a deep breath and exhales before taking the small red box out of his pant pocket. But he keeps it in his clammy palm behind his back, god why can't he just be a man about this? He awkwardly keeps silent as Serena looks at him in concern. "Cadbath.." He slowly gets onto his knee and looks up at his bride to be.
Serena has a million thoughts rushing through her head. What's happening? Is he... He pulls out the small red box and opens the offering.
"Serena, you are the only one for me. And if you will take me, then I'd be so happy. So... Will you marry me?"
She had a million thoughts rushing through her head and a thousand plus things to say. But now the question is out and she's just brain dead. What does she say? How is she suppose to react to this. He stays there, his shoulders almost sagging. Serena wants to scream 'Yes' in every language possible that she knows. But her mouth fails to move and her voice is trapped in her dry throat.
So, it isn't special. So it isn't a thousand languages.
"Yes."
But the one word is just enough for both of them.
A/N: Aww! So sickly sweet. I've never really been good at romance so I hope this is sappy enough for you! Please review and lookout for next chappy.