Hey all! Here is the next exciting chapter of Home for Horny Monsters!
New to the series? You are going to want to start at chapter one. The cast of characters is huge and the mysteries of the house are many.
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Enough from me. It's time to face the Rat King!
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Breakdown in Negotiations
Mike pulled his shirt on in front of the bathroom mirror, Naia watching him from the tub. He could see the look of concern on her face, knew that the question was coming, and he had no idea how to dodge it.
"Are you okay?"
He let out a sigh. "No."
"Tell me."
He didn't want to. He never wanted to talk about it with anybody. Yet, when he turned to face her directly, he remembered that she was the other part of his soul. She completed him in a way he couldn't quite comprehend, and the fact that he wanted to hide his feelings filled him with shame.
"The fast version." He stood right in front of her. "Cecilia took the souls of the poltergeists with her."
"That I know."
"When she did, I saw... things." Even now, it was a fading memory, a dream not meant to be remembered. Something about the light had called to him in a primal way, a way that surpassed even his love for Naia and the others. It had been terrifying just how close he had been to simply giving everything away just to step into its warm comfort. "It was a place of pure peace, just a shoreline on the waters of eternity, I guess. And I wanted to go, but I heard a voice. My dad's voice. I knew it was him, but I couldn't explain to you how I knew, and all he did was say my name. I wanted so badly to meet him, to ask him all the questions I had, but..."
Naia grabbed him, hugging him tight against her. "Death comes for us all. You got to see what awaits after we pass, but only a piece of it. The terrifying part of dying comes from letting go of this world and still not knowing what comes next."
"I guess."
"Your father will wait for you. I need you here now." She fixed him with those deep, penetrating eyes of hers. "When you die, you go beyond those shores. What you saw was just the doorway. Don't let that experience fool you into suddenly knowing what comes for any of us."
"Why was my dad there?"
"Often we find those we miss the most waiting for us on those shores. It is no big surprise that you would hear from him. You will walk those shores one day and find out for sure, but today is not that day."
"I just..." He put his forehead to hers, unable to voice it aloud. A swirl of complex emotions ran through him, everything he had been forced to experience at the same time. When the light had washed over him, he had been forced to confront his entire life, condensed down into mere moments. Once Cecilia had vanished, those thoughts and feelings unpacked like a can full of spring-loaded snakes, overwhelming him.
It's okay, lover. Naia's voice echoed in the back of his mind, her arms squeezing him tight. He took a deep breath and let it go, the emotions flowing out of him. Give it all to me. My waters are deep.
He stood there for a few minutes, his emotions rushing from him like the tide going out. When he finally let go, she kissed the tears from his cheek.
"Better?" she asked.
"Once I get Jenny back." He wiped his face on his sleeve.
Outside his room, he heard one of the planks squeak. When he walked out of the bathroom, he saw Sofia duck her head to walk through the doorway.
"Is this a bad time?" she asked.
"No, I'm good. What's up?"
"Tink came and got me just now. She said you're going after the Rat King again and I wanted you to have something first." She held out a piece of fabric. "I'm not done with the rest of it, but wanted to give you what I had."
"What is it?" He watched her unfold it. The fabric shimmered oddly beneath the light, both purple and black. Once unfolded, he realized he was looking at a vest.
"Do you remember when we were in the Labyrinth and found Ratu's skin?" She handed it over to him. "Naga skin is notoriously durable. I used some to make a nice pair of oven mitts, but had plenty left over and decided to make you some clothes from it."
"That's... does Ratu know you made me a vest out of her old skin?"
"She does. It was her idea when she found out I had taken some. She even helped me preserve some of its magical properties. It's strong against fire and earth magic and is very hard to puncture. You can't wear anything under it though, it has to be against your flesh. It was supposed to be a full tunic, but I ran out of time, so this is what I have.
"Thank you, Sofia." He took off his shirt and slid the vest on, covering up his scars. Once against his skin, the fabric tightened, molding itself to his torso. It was uncomfortable at first, but the cool fabric warmed up to match his body heat and became a bit more pliable. He realized that he could see no seams and wondered how she had stitched it together.
Sofia looked at him oddly, then let out a sigh. "Try not to die."
He thought briefly about Cecilia. Someday, she would take him to that shore. For now, he could wait. "I'll do my best."
"Good." She leaned over him to check the fit, then gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Put your regular shirt on over it. That way nobody will suspect you're wearing it."
"Good idea." He slid his shirt back on, chasing away the chill of the room. "Are you coming with us?"
