Hugo, PTS 101 - Not so LuckyHugo, PTS 101 - Not so Lucky by WhatIsInTheDark
God, what a stench… Hugo scrunched his nose in dismay. It smelled like a crematorium in here… Professor Helmy had warned them about the plant’s awful smell, but Hugo hadn’t thought that it would be this bad. He wondered if it had something to do with the fact that it was almost fully grown? He stared sceptically at the plant. All of the abnormal things that grew in here bewildered him…
The demon jotted down a few notes, including a very badly drawn sketch of the Oozeleaf before deciding that it would do. He’d spent a few hours in the Bad Greenhouse already, and was starting to feel rather tired. Hugo hummed happily as he skimmed through his notes one last time. The man was so preoccupied (not being able to do two things at once) that he didn’t notice the vines that began to slither in front of his feet, covering the narrow path on which he walked. Completely oblivious, the demon stepped right on them.
And then he fell.
The man let out
Hugo wasn’t really sure what their professor wanted them to achieve with this. He knew that they were supposed to find themselves a familiar. But how?
The pale demon tugged on his ears, agitated. Just what qualified a familiar?
“Curious that kelpie is… very curious indeed.” The man shook his head and sighed. He’d been feeling rather weary lately, and it was not a pleasant feeling to have.
Hugo didn’t know where he should look for his familiar, so he just strolled further and further into the forest, rather unaware of his surroundings. During his walk he’d seen many varieties of magical creatures, but none in particular that had caught his interest.
“This is tedious,” he muttered to himself, and was just about to turn back when it hit him.
Hugo fell abruptly and landed on his back, the creature hovering just above his face. Its breath stank horribly, and he had to turn away his head to prevent a coughing fit. He glared at the creature out of the corner of his eye.
It was massive. Unlike anything he’d ever seen before.
“You should not be here…” it growled at him maliciously.
He wasn’t really in the mood to yap with this one, but when Hugo spoke he was polite nonetheless. He didn’t wish to be eaten, after all… “Forgive me,” he said. “It was never my intention to infuriate it.”
The monster frowned. “Then you should leave...”
Hugo wanted to do nothing more, he was very tired. But something about this creature did spike his interest. “What is its name, if I may ask?”
It peered at him, sharp teeth bared in a snarl. “I do not share my name with low-like creatures such as yourself.”
“There’s no need to be rude about it,” Hugo huffed and the monstrous thing let out an unpleasant sound, which the man guessed was supposed to be a twisted version of laughter. “I do not think that you are in the position to question my manners, bloodless one,” it said with an amused gleam in its pearly eyes. The demon raised a brow at the peculiar nickname, but said nothing. “Say, why are you here?”
Hugo gazed at it cautiously. Should I tell it what it is that has brought me here?
The monster thought that he was taking too long with his answer, as it pressed down on him. Hugo winced as he heard his ribs crack. “Speak up, boy,” it demanded.
“I am here to find a familiar,” Hugo hurried to answer. He let out a thankful sigh as the pressure on his chest eased a bit.
“A familiar, you say?” It seemed intrigued by this, its blood red eyes staring down on him. A grim smile spread across its features. “Then you can stop looking, little one...”
“I shall be your familiar,” it said. “You need one, and I am bored to death. So it is settled.”
“Hold on a minute… it wants to be my familiar?”
The pale man stared at it in disbelief. It made no sense. Why would it actually want to go with him? Boredom seemed like an insignificant reason… Maybe it just wanted access to the academy’s grounds, so that it could roam about and terrorize students however it liked?
“Give me one good reason to trust you,” Hugo said.
It smirked and pressed down on him yet again. “I have not eaten you yet, white imp… I could if I wanted to, surely.”
He debated with himself whether or not to bring the creature back with him. Finally, he nodded.
The monster let out another nasty laugh before getting off him. Hugo carefully sat up and checked if anything else besides a few ribs was broken.
“Now, come, little one. The day will soon arise,” it said smugly. The dark haired man regarded it with unease.
What had he gotten himself into?
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