Once Grometheus reached his home, which was a large tree that he had hollowed out and filled with furniture to make it even more homely during his earlier years of his "escape"
He started making a sort of make-shift bed out of a blanket and his chair. Before they had even reached his home, the blizzard had calmed. Which he was thankful for.
The child had also fallen asleep on the way. It amused him; it seemed like the wind without the show calmed her. It relieved him, but he knew it wouldn't be long until she cried again. But for more of a hunger or changing reason. The latter of which he dreaded, but who didn't honestly.
But he was thinking ahead of himself. He still thought the parents were just doing something in the meanwhile. She must be a child of some human who had somehow wandered into the demon realm. He always wondered how those trash slugs manages to bring human objects into the demon realm. But there's also the possibility that this kid was abducted by some lunatic wanting to perform a ritual...
He sincerely hopes its not the last one even if it makes breaking their minds much more satisfying.
If its the first possibility then perhaps he could amuse himself. Of course, he wouldn't destroy their psyches with their fears . As unfortunate as that revelation was, he couldn't just kill a kid's parents. But he would make sure to mess with the next person who trespassed on his property. Ah yes, that suited this situation. And maybe make the kid's parents do a "task" or two for his mercy. He did want someone to get rid of that pesky haunted outhouse after all. Or perhaps eliminate some demon hunters who wouldn't leave him alone.
He settled the kid down into the chair, making sure she wouldn't fall off. He took off the scarf blanket, placing it in his closet. He then stepped outside, and snapped his fingers. Immediately a large, humanoid with a somewhat stocky physique and a massive head covered by a burlap sack tied around his neck with twine, with a single eyehole where his right eye would be, topped with a brown Gatsby cap. The rest of the person's outfit consists of a green overcoat, brown trousers, brown gloves, and black leather work boots. His coat is noticeably worn and crudely stitched together, with the seam of his right shoulder being the most threadbare, revealing a white cotton-like substance bulging out from between the stitches, appeared next to him.
He remembers that this particular one went by the name of "Hunter" and was one of his most reliable servant too.
"Yeah, boss?" Hunter asked while breathing heavily as he held a lamp style flashlight in his left hand and a weapon the he called "shotgun", which he obtained from a trash slug, in his right hand.
"I found a baby by the river. Since it is still day time outside of the forest, I want you to go to the town of Bonesborough and get some supplies." Grometheus produced a list and gave it to Hunter. "After you do, tell the others to keep an eye out for any man or woman missing a daughter. I want this baby out of my forest."
The Hunter cocked his head, most likely in confusion, before slinging his shotgun on his back and then nodding.
"Yes, boss!" The Hunter saluted and walked off. Grometheus sighed, going back inside his home. The child was still asleep, much to his relief. She actually seemed… quite peaceful, honestly. If it wasn't for the fact that he could still feel her dreams and she was breathing and occasionally moving, he probably would've thought she was dead.
"You were really tired, huh, kid?" he mutters. Opening the closet once more, he pulled a book out from the closet. Faust sprawled out in black letters on the worn spine, some of the pages torn. He sat down on the footrest, opening the book and starting to read from where he left off. Even after reading this many times before he still adored this book.
He glanced up awhile later, then looked back at his book. Only to do a double take.
The kid was awake.
Her hazel eyes stared at him curiously, and for a moment he thought she'd cry. Since she was a little older, he expected her to realize that no, he was not human. Or anyone familiar, for that matter. But no.
A little giggle escaped her lips, her hands reaching out to his face. Grometheus flinched back the moment her hands touched his face. But that did not deter the toddler. She pushed on her little hands, sitting up. Grometheus was a little surprised, but couldn't help but flash an amused smile at this kid.
"Awake, kiddo?"
She giggled again, babbling behind her pacifier. He had no idea how she could be so calm, happy even to see him. He was scary Grometheus ! The Fear Bringer!
"Boss! I'm back!" The Hunter called.
"Leave it by the door."
The Hunter did so, and then ran off to tell the others like Grometheus ordered. Grometheus began to stand, only for the kid to try to get off the chair. She slipped off, and with quick reflexes the demon caught her under the arms.
"Hey, stay here. The last thing I need is for you to get hurt," Grometheus huffs. He placed her back down on the chair, and then went over to the bag. 'It's a good thing I've babysat before.'
A long time ago, of course.
The kid watched with interest, her head tilting as she watched him. Grometheus pulled out a milk carton, pouring some into a sippy cup.
"I don't need you dying, and hopefully your parents already switched you to different food, so, are you hungry?" Grometheus asked. The kid reached out her hands, her pacifier slipping. She made little fussy sounds, and Grometheus headed over. Instead of grabbing the cup, however, she instead grabbed at his neck.
The kid laughed cheerfully, which made Grometheus wince at the sudden touch .
"Haha, glad you find this amusing, kid," He sarcastically remarked. She eventually let go, taking the cup into her hands. He knew he just had to be patient with her, she was just a toddler.
Even if it was annoying.
She took her pacifier out of her mouth, and began to drink from the cup. Satisfied with this, Grometheus picked his book back up and began to read once more on the foot rest. He glanced back at her once in awhile, seeing her look around the room or drinking from the cup. It was actually quite peaceful.
Until, inevitably, she threw the cup. And, he wasn't looking at this moment. The cup hit the back of his head, and he sighed.
How bothersome...
And another chapter done!When we first watched the grom episode we were really fascinated by Grometheus the fear bringer and his abilities of course the Grometheus in this au will be different but will still possess similar abilities and a few other new things like a backstory.
By the way Rothem would like to apologize for the lack of update on "Dark is not Evil" he's taking his time with and has even gone through 3 drafts of the next chapter which will hopefully be finished this month.
Also if one of you guys can guess where I got "The Hunter" character from then Kudos to you!
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