A/N- Sorry for my not updating this story. Here is the next chapter.
"Well, now look what you did," Indrid stated, gesturing to the prone man on the kitchen floor. Seeing as his friend was not about to help their guest, the cryptid groaned in annoyance and picked the man up, slinging said man over his shoulder. The human-cryptid looked to his so-called friend. "Try not to disturb anything else in the house. It was hard enough getting him to let us even stay here." That said, he left the room. He planned on depositing the human in the family room.
Had he eyes Slender would have rolled them. How irritating it was to be treated like a child, and by Indrid of all people. Still, he would take the cryptid's words to heart. If he were to regain his strength, he would need somewhere to hide where Ellaina and her demonic Master could not find him. But…what was he to do after he did heal? Was the best plan to go and try and take his Little One back from the demon and hope she would go back to normal? Or, would the better plan be to simply…kill her? That was the last thing that he wanted to do, but if he had no other choice, then perhaps he would have to end up taking her life.
These thoughts of death and demons were quickly interrupted for the Slenderman when the backdoor opened and was slammed loudly. A small child came racing into the kitchen, yelling that she was home from school. The child, apparently planning on going to the refrigerator for a snack, stopped in her tracks. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that there was a nonhuman in her home. Or, maybe it had something to do with the fact that Slenderman was in the way of the fridge.
"Hey, what's up?" the girl greeted, smiling brightly. "Are you a friend of Mothy-Man?"
Mothy-Man? Slen questioned. Is that what you call him?
The little girl nodded her head. "Yep, but don't tell him I told you. He doesn't like it when people call him funny names. So, what's your name? Are you friends with Daddy too?"
Slender could not understand how this child was not afraid of him. This, her reaction, was completely and utterly alien to him. No one ever treated him like a normal human, ever. It had been that way since he was a little child. Maybe this child was so accepting because she knew of the Mothman. It was a possibility. But here he was, doing it again-thinking so hard and long. Forcing thoughts from his mind, der Ritter held out his hand to the child, I am the Slenderman. We share a mutual friend, child.
The little child furrowed her brow. "What's mutual mean?"
Slen had to remind himself that this was not Sohn. This child did not just inherently know everything. She had to learn like a normal human. Maybe that was how it was supposed to be, but Slender found himself spoiled by his boy's inborn knowledge. Mutual means common, shared, joint. In saying we have a mutual friend, I meant that Mothman is also my friend. He knelt down to be at the child's level-Raine had said this was the proper thing to do with children. Now, what is your name?
"You gotta guess my name. I'll give you a hint; it starts with a 'G' and it's German," the child replied, smiling all the more. Clearly she was a happy child. She was not entirely certain what to make of this entity, but he seemed to be nice enough. Sure, he was scary, but so was the Mothman. Still, him being scary did not mean that she had to run away from him. Maybe that was foolish, but she did not really care. He was here, and Daddy knew about him. That meant he was a cool dude.
Slen knew that he did not have time to be playing with children, but there was something about this kid that was hard to resist. He figured that he could indulge her to some extent.
Indrid thought that he ought to stay with his host until the man would wake. It seemed like the only polite thing to do, though he would not know. He never was the guest in a person's home. Still, following his escape from the demon and his little creation, he had found himself with very few options. Staying in the old TNT factory was not possible. They would have been found almost immediately.
He regretted trying to make a deal with the demon. He had been promised his entire humanity in return for taking little Ellaina. At the time he had thought nothing of it. The chance of having his humanity had seemed too good to be true, and he had been willing to do just about anything to get it back. Still, it should have been obvious that the offer was too good to be true. Instead of getting what he wanted, he had merely been tortured and had brought harm to the Slenderman.
Thoughts were interrupted for the Mothman when his host began groaning and coming to. The cryptid looked down on the man, who was currently stretched out on the couch. The man looked up to the human form of the Mothman and simply groaned again. "You never said anything about having a friend stay here," the host muttered.
"Apologies, John Klein," he replied, unconsciously snapping into his formal voice. "We will not be here long. After Slenderman heals his wounds-"
"Slenderman?" John questioned, sitting up and sounding none too happy. "Look, I understand that you don't kill people-well, maybe-but that thing is not welcome here. It could end up hurting-oh, god no. My daughter came home, didn't she?"
Before Indrid had the chance to say anything, the human was on his feet and running into the kitchen, calling out his daughter's name. Indrid merely sighed, and sat down on the couch. He knew that his friend was not going to take well to John's reaction. Still, there was no way to avoid this upcoming confrontation. It was bound to happen.
A/N- I know that this is a VERY short update. Please, do not hate me. Also, I have a little poll going. If you readers could please participate in it, I will forever love you…and give you cookies.
