User blog:MockingJester/Short story: It's just Gary 5

Gary meets someone.

Gary talks to that someone. A woman with shared interests in his profession.

Gary spends much time with that woman, talking about mundane things left and right. At least, until the rain sets in.

Gary bids farewell, yet the woman convinces him to follow with a promise of a closeby shelter. A home to spend the night in. The accelerated tempo of the rain makes that proposition much more enticing.

Gary enjoys a share of his host's supper, their conversation resuming.

Gary is presented to the guest's bed, in which he sleeps.

Gary takes a deep sleep.

Gary wakes up to a broken window and a little hooved girl sprawling about---wait...what?

"What?" Gary spouts, confused by his sleep interruption. The light of the moon is no illusion, nor a dream, justified by his inability to simply shrug it off.

"Ohh, thank goodness you're still unspoiled! Mister, we go to go fast!" The Baphomet sputters about, quick to take hold of his hand. The pull of the bed further grogs his senses, ushering in his already peaking in his exasperation.

He pulls against her, his voice sloppy in sleep deprivation "Who are you? What are you? Why are you? Why interrupt me while it's one in the morning?"

"Because, the woman who brought you here, she a heretic! She'll convert you to the grown-ups! Can't let that happen!" She pulls with greater force, forcing the man out of his bed.

"Come on, little girl, we can fix it tomorrow--? Wait, you're a Baphomet..." Gary's eyes widen out of the groggy state he hazed in, replaced by apprehension. His movement, sluggish at first, pulls fast and suddenly pries from the young one's surprised grip "Oh god, not another one!!" Why do I keep leaving my hammer at the inn?!" Gary shakes his head "Better yet, why do I keep listening to Fernando?! 'You're not going to run to trouble, he says.' 'You don't need to carry that hefty Polaris, he says!!'"

"Trust me Onii-chan, I wish no harm upon you, but we need to go now--"

"How bold of you to break here at the twilight, sister" speaks another voice. The voice he heard before. From the bathroom spurns a light, blinding in the den of darkness. A woman, the woman who extended her hand for a night in her domain.

Her body is wrapped in a towel, exuding the wetness over her skin...and fur? Horns? A horizontal slit for eyes? One of Gary's many nightmares now made manifest lies in a surrounding clad. Trapped in a den of monsters with nothing to arm himself with, he shoves his back to the wall "Oh lord! Oh god! Why me?! Why always me?!"

A cord of discord strings about between the siblings with contrarian appearances by the hostility of the small one pointing a fiery finger at her older "You! You stay away from Onii-chan!"

"Me?!" The older one scoffs as her fur claws clad around a dark ball of power, her other hand pointed at Gary "You think men like him want to sleep around with little girls? Do you think they want people staring at them weird with the poison you keep trying to filter through them? I certainly don't think so, what with all the men I had to save from life alongside the equivalent of their little sisters. So, unless you sudden step out of this make-believe and properly grow up, go on and play tag with your little friends and leave the adults".

"No! Not without him!" The younger one sprinkles embers of pink flames at her older sibling, only for the dust to growl and grow to a dangerous size of fire repeated in tempo. Explosions would rupture the place, were the older not prevalent at countering her sister's spell with her own, a dark well from her claws hungry for any burst of energy, be it mana or demon mana. It siphons the explosive power from the spell, rending its growl a complete whimper.

"Oh, quit throwing a hissy fit! That won't help your case!" The older Baphomet clenches her palm under the dripping dark orb slurping every ounce of heat from the mana before turning to the corned Gary. Her face turns to a warm smile, one discarding the disciplinary tone taken to a sibling "Don't you worry, handsome. I'll have this 'issue' resolved soon enough for the two of us to get a good night's rest".

"Damn it Fernando..." he whispers, only to be met with a responding voice "Hey Gary, what's up?"

Gary's head shifts to his side where his incubus buddy inexplicably appears with broken glass everywhere in his path. Fernando was slowly munching on crispy potatoes sprayed with ketchup, a glamorous invention from the local chef.

Gary's face is ripe with scolding as the two Baphomet feud still, wholly ignorant of his presence "What's up? Do you see what's up?! I'm in a monster's den right now, that's what's up!!"

"Impressive, Gary. A beautiful pair is in strife for you. And sisters, no less..." Fernando's senses easily catch the family blood running through their veins. His eyes catch the strain of effort put to avoid painfully injuring one another as they quarrel "...how poetic. That'll be the second time sisters wived for you. Maybe it's a sign".

"Is this what you see, man?! Because I'm seeing two magic psychopaths throwing magic willy-nilly with a complete disregard for close space--" He ducks as the dust of flame flickers in his way, rupturing the wall behind him in a beautiful blast of pink.

Fernando rolls his eye as he continues to eat unabated "Gary, relax. You've been under attack more than I could count. None of them have been close to hurting. Maybe you should enjoy the show--

"No way, dude! I ain't staying here longer! Did you bring the hammer?"

"Tsk, why would I bring--

"Oh my god! You cannot be serious!" Gary raises his hands in exasperation "Every time, you keep forgetting in these life or death scenarios!"

"Calm down, Gary, your crazy eye is popping back". Fernando snatches another chip from his mashed bag, to snap it between his teeth.

"Calm down?! There are monsters flinging magic in front of us as we're without arms!"

Fernando sighs as he crumbles the last chip in the bag before giving the now empty to Gary "Alright. Let Fernando hush two fancy ladies down. Watch and learn~

"I think I'd rather avoid and forget..." Gary stares at his friend with an expressionless gaze as the latter now stands up, exuding his powerful aura to the vilified women. His eyes subtly glow in a violet tide as he claps his hands once, washing the atmosphere in a more 'comfortable' tone of pink and soft fog ~Ladies, ladies. Let us not spurn bad blood among family. Surely the two of you can come to a compromise~.

"Ohh? Uhhaa~ The smaller Baphomet is tranced by Fernando's docile aura, easily conquered of heart and prompted to falter in her offensive spell "Onii-chan? When did you...~

"Ohh, don't you worry about that, little miss. Come to me, let us have a more appropriate talk". His marvelous hair amplified by his aura turns to the older Baphomet "Why don't you bring your lovely self near as well?"

"Why not, handsome~ She straddles to Fernando as her sister does, the latter washed in his miasma of sensuality, judging by her eyes mystified in the same color of the fog. Both of them sit at one of his laps, his presence nullifying the previous shade of hostility among the two.

~Now, I hear something about an issue about age-related romance. Speak your minds, my lovelies, let us bargain a compromise~

"Ohh, ok! For you, I will~ the young one speaks, an unbritted smile on her face. Gary listened to none of that, knowing where it was to lead up to. With his buddy's mastery of his new body, precautions were made to avoid the collateral 'damage'. Such as a cloth of arcane with the intention of filtering out worrisome influences.

He sneaks by the window as quietly as possible, making little of the shards of glass threatening to shatter his silence. His focus on exiting obscurs him from the glance the shapely Baphomet shoots at him even as Fernando and her sister spoke. Her eyes, devoid of the same colorant of the incubus' aura that afflicted her sibling. Her sight, an accepting one in a breath of second before her instincts would pull her interest back to the man whose lap she sat upon...