Monster of a Hero

Monster of a Hero

Based off Danish Slaughterhouse (link if you want to read it) https:/ /www.fanfiction.net/s/8744418/1/The-Danish-Slaughterhouse We own nothing of the theme of the story, but we do own this story line. It's basically a crack about what South and I would do in this situation

published on January 01, 201714 reads 3 readers 0 not completed
Chapter 1.

Packing

"Magic books, my his wand, bags of tea, clothes, ear plugs, and my books. That seems about it." I muttered as I zipped my last Union flag bag. Is that all I need? It is a month stay at Alfred's new house. Rubbing my temples, I let out a soft sigh. Why did I accept this? Hopefully, I will be able to stay in my room and not have to deal with everyone being a bloody idiot. By everyone, I mean Francis and Alfred. I looked up and blinked. Wasn't there someone else? No, I don't think so. My eyes stared at the three bags, wait...what was the date. Wasn't it April first? I checked the letter again to make sure that I had the time right. Slightly cringing at terrible hand writing, I thought I taught him better. The letter read;
Dear dude,
I totally bought this cool new home, you need to come and hang bro! Francis and Matthew (I don't know who the other dude is, Francis just told me to invite him if we're all going) are also coming over, it's going to be the whole family dude. You should totally come and hang out for a month!
From,
The HERO
I closed my eyes as I set the letter on the table. The first of April, this has to be a joke, right? Well...there's no harm in going. I mean, we were close. I went over to my bags as I sighed. Were close.


I took a small sip of wine as I reread the letter. Alfred wants to showoff his new home to us. Us as in Arthur, Matthew and I. He almost forgot Matthew...again. Luckily for him, I forced Alfred to add Matthew in the letter and invite him as well. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I set the glass down. The first of April, that would be tomorrow. It's only about eight hours to get there, to America that is. Did he have to send it so late? I only have one day to pack. Shame. "It takes that long to style my hair." I muttered sarcastically as I pushed myself off the white couch. I picked up my wine glass and slightly swirled the red liquid. I guess I better be started packing. It is only for a month, that isn't that long. So maybe about five bags? Non, let's make it seven. I need to pack my hair supplies as well as my clothes. That's going to take about four bags, and I also need to bring wine. I took another small sip of wine, and went into my room to start.


I curled up slightly as the letter was reread to me. "Well, are you going or not?" Alex asked as she held the letter with two fingers. "....I don't know." I whispered as I hugged my legs. "Oh come on, we'll go and it'll be fun!" She said waving the letter. I bit my lip, the letter said only Arthur, Francis and I. "I..don't think you can come." I said, she slightly looked at me. "Eh...oh...I see..." She slumped her shoulders and sadly smiled. "Well, you go off with your family and have fun." She said, I looked at her.  "Well, you're a part of the family too. Both you and Skylar." I said softly, she sighed. "No we just ruin everything, go on. I'll just be here alone with Kuma, oh wait you're going to take him too." I know where this is going..."I'll just watch hockey alone." Guilt trip, she always uses this. "And I'll eat alone." She handed the letter to me and sat back. "All alone, with no one to hang out with, and no-" I finally cut her off. "Just hide in the bag."
I tapped my fingers against each other. This was going well. I'm positive everyone was coming. I grinned as I clicked my blue pen and wrote down on a notepad. What was I writing? Notes of course, what else would you use a notepad for? I pushed my glasses up as I looked up at the computer. The screen showed documents of three people. Arthur Kirkland, Francis Bonnefoy, and Matthew Williams. The documents shows their traits, personalities, past, and other information that was necessary for my...game. A grin pulled at my lips as I imagined how things would plan out. Everyone would play my game, and everyone will- A loud thud interrupted my thoughts. I shot my head to the door and quickly turned off the computer. "Who's there?" I asked, and narrowed my eyes when I heard a laugh. "How the hell did someone get in here?" I muttered as I opened the door, and looked down into the living room. Only to get a football thrown in my face. "Boi! You were supposed to catch it!" Skylar shouted from the center of the living room.
I quickly changed my demeanor and grinned. "Oh yeah sorry dude! What are you doing here?" I asked, she made a confused face. "It's the weekend? Weekend football? Come on bro you should know this by now!" She shouted as she motioned to her football shirt, then pulled out another football, throwing it across the room. I caught it and smiled. "Oh yeah dude I forgot!" I said as I began to walk with her. This is going to be harder than I thought.
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