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Ch. 49 // I’ll Help Set Up, Regrettably // Day 42
Contents (Warnings): Lynette debates whether this was a good idea or not (vore mentions, slight teasing, mouth "play", and as always character/monster info).
Wordcount: 4,722 (Sorry it took a while to come out and if the quality suffered some. I had to retype it all and my right eye has been acting up so it's hard for me to focus fully when I'm typing without breaks. HOPE YOU ENJOY, THANK YOU! AND THERE WAS A 2 WEEK SKIP)
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(Added for Day 30)
At the end of our shift, before we got to leave.
Edgar brought Alexander and me back into his office.
He sat at the edge of his new desk. Alexander and I weren't required to take a seat, so we stood back respectively. 
His red-violet hue did a deep once over like he took notes. 
"Glad you both went through your punishments with grace." He held his hands together, satisfied. 
We both soughed. Alexander was as relieved as I. 
"You may resume your normal schedules starting Thursday." He continued removing his hat and undoing his bun. It let his long hair go. "And please, keep to the rules I set next time-" 
Even though Edgar said it to both of us, he steadily hovered over Alexander more. 
Did he do something? I asked in my head.
"You're dismissed, Alexander." Edgar said to him and glanced at me, "Lynette, I need you a moment more."
I stiffened up. Alexander didn't question it and left. I felt the antsiness return. Why am I staying behind? Should I be worried? Would Edgar do anything? We didn't talk much; he was usually busy in the back, so I knew little about him. 
Edgar focused on me, a slight furrow to his brow, then held up a hand as he leaned off the table. "You're fine, Lynette. You're not in trouble." 
He took a breath and brushed back his hair. Not a strand remained on his face, the opposite of Drake, who enjoyed having most of his hidden. "I should have had this talk with you before, but better now than not at all."
He tapped his finger on his desk, "I did not expect you to stay, let alone put in the effort to keep up your promise when you were hired." 
He lifted his finger, "I certainly will not stop you if you continue working here. I'd invite it as many others here need more positive interactions with humans." 
I felt the intense narrow, almost like he put pressure on my chest. "And if they break any of the rules I have in place. TELL ME. Because if Sandra, Tristan, or I do not catch something for some reason, you could be in danger." He held his hand to clarify, "they are in place for a reason, not that I have doubts about those I hired. This is a warning, in case."
He really cares, doesn't he? At least he sounds like he does. 
I nodded. "I will."
The pressure Edgar had on me released, "good. Or you'll have more to worry about in the future, which you don't need for your goal." He held up a hand to me. "And thank you for continuing to work with us, Lynette. If you ever need anything, don't be afraid to ask."
...
(Oct. 31st, Monday)
We had Halloween off as a Holiday.
Drake: Hey, if any of you going to the party can come a bit earlier, around 9:00p.m., to set up, that'd be cool. 1:30 p.m.
Alexander: Sure. 1:30 p.m.
Zilla: I'd have to escape Zane first. 1:31 p.m.
Viola: After I help the triplets. 1:33 p.m.
Lev: I have a date around then, but I'll be there if it ends a little earlier than expected. 1:34 p.m.
June: 😿I want to help, but I also got to help Elliot. 1:36 p.m.
Tila: What happened to Elliot? 1:36 p.m.
Tila: And Drake, I am on a hunt today for a rare spindle Lim, and I refuse to give up until I find the darn creature. It's bound to give me more answers about the Arachne. 1:37 p.m.
June: (sent a picture of a room full of pillows). 1:37 p.m.
Drake: Good luck, Tila and Pillows? 1:38 p.m.
June: He wants me to help get rid of some, and I think he's here somewhere in them. 1:40 p.m.
I glanced back at the empty spot for the flat screen and consoles. Wicks didn't tell me how he broke them, but it wasn't there when I got home last night. He ordered new ones, and they'd be in by tomorrow. I can't play games tonight. Wicks told me he would be busy all night and into Tuesday, so I'd be alone with no candy to give. Not that I wasn't grateful for a chance to relax, given what's been going on since I won the dart game.
I groaned aloud and fell back on the couch, my phone arm covering my eyes. Lev took it like a challenge, and now all of his games consist of things HE KNOWS I won't be good at, and Alexander either gets so competitive with mine that he ends up somehow beating me at it. OR he picks ones that, much like Lev, knows I wouldn't be good at. 
When I cried out, my apartment took the voice into its empty void. 
Drake's the only one that picks fair games. It made me pull up my phone again. I had it hovering over my face, and I reread the replies and the new messages. 
If I go, I have to deal with all of them...they can't do anything to me. This is my chance to get more information on them. I thought back to the festival. They talked "normal" when we were there. 
I then scrolled back up to Drake's original message. Do I want to be there with the main problem, Alexander? I didn't feel much difference between us; I still didn't understand anything about him. Not that I know Lev, either. Or Zilla, or Drake, or-
Claudia was gone again for the next two weeks due to "family" reasons. It's the reason I hadn't been a tiny yet. I let my chest heave and expel all my breath. Drake was one of the nicest night crew people. I want to preserve that...
Lynette: I can help set up if you can send me your address. 1:51 p.m.
June: YAY! NOW I REALLY WANT TO GO! I GOTTA SEE MY BUDDY! 🤗 1:52 p.m.
Drake: Address - **** 1:53 p.m.
Lev: Oh, Lynette~ Going to a monster party is odd for someone who doesn't like being a snack. 1:53 p.m.
Alexander: ^ 1:53 p.m.
I sat up, "wait. It's not just everyone from work? How many are going to be there?!" I squeaked out. "Ah-why did I-" 
"Why am I so DUMB!" I put my hands in my hair and frizzed it up. WHY DON'T I THINK ABOUT THESE THINGS. I let my hair furrow up. I'M SUPPOSED TO THINK ABOUT THESE THINGS!
I dropped my phone on the cushion. I can't just say, never mind. My head fell forward. It allowed the giant puff ball of hair I created to fall over my face. I reached out for one of our white throw pillows and screamed into it for thirty seconds. I let it fall from my hands and bounce onto the floor. 
I looked at Wicks's door and chuckled, "Wicks, did you know monsters exist, and I'm working with them? I decided it'd be a good idea to stay involved with them when they care little about me-" I tipped forward and rested my chin on the back end of the couch, still looking at his closed door. He wasn't even home.
It was almost two months. It felt like I had been there longer with the chaos I'd experienced. I jokingly shook my fist and shouted, "CURSE YOU EDGAR, WHY DID YOU OFFER ME SO MUCH MONEY!" 
My tone came out defeated. "I still want to believe I'm going to make it through the year." 
Any of the cute costumes were sultry, too much for my taste. I didn't like the vulnerable feeling brought upon me by them. Even wearing a bathing suit at the beach felt too much.
And the other ones, those that were scary, didn't cut it for me either. I feared I'd look in a mirror and frighten myself with them.
After concluding shopping for a costume on Halloween was a bust, I called Wicks. I knew we had our costumes from last year packed away. I figured he hid them in his room, and I respected his privacy too much to invade without his permission. I texted him when he didn't answer the two times I called. 
He finally messaged back near eight o'clock to say he was safe and loved me very much. I guess that's a no. 
I dressed in my best Halloween throw-over, a spooky dark violet-purple one, then picked my cute golden trim, baby blue skirt, and thigh-high black pumpkin socks with some rainboots since they were almost orange. Yellow's close enough, right? 
I tapped in my boots and checked over my room. I had time to clean it today, so everything was nice and neat for me to crash into later. I even had my lamb Pj's from my mom sitting on top. I left the apartment after and went to my car.
 Drake said I didn't need to pick up anything. It'll be a straight shot there. I got my GPS ready and started my drive over. We lived near the edge of the small city while Drake lived out of it. It became more apparent as I started to see the lines of trees. There isn't much around, is there? My anxiety burrowed deeper inside me. It'll be fine. They won't do anything. The little reminder pinged in my head. My coworkers are just some of the ones attending. There would be other people...monsters too. My fingers tightened around the wheel as I could see the gates in the distance. 
Wicks won't even know. I couldn't give him Drake's address out of fear that he'd leave work early and want to head over. I slowed down my bug and turned inside as the gate was wide open. I drove up the stretch of road to the beautiful building. Its architecture reminded me of those old victorian homes, gargoyles, and everything. Though, it looked restored as none of the paint was chipped, and there weren't vines hanging from it as they would in vampire movies. Once I pulled up to the huge double doors, I realized no other cars were around. Not even Xander's. I brought out my phone and took a breath. Sorry, I wanted to drive away now and say I didn't know anyone was home. For some dumb reason, my own obligations wouldn't let me.
I called Drake. 
“Hey, Lynette, what’s up?”
“Uh-I’m here…where should I park?"
"Right!" Drake said. He sounded rushed. "If you're at the front door, keep heading straight and turn into the garage when you arrive. I'll have it open. Sorry, I didn't realize the time."
"You're okay, thank you." I hung up. 
I did as he said and saw the familiar garage with its door open. It had a few cars inside, including Drakes, Alexanders, and two others I didn't recognize. I parked in the closest empty space. When I got out and locked my car, I saw they could fit at least five more cars inside. 
"Hey, Lynette," Drake's voice echoed around us. It looked like an empty luxury storefront with excellent tile and lights above. I could barely take it in, let alone when I was tiny. You really live like this, and YOU work at a pizzeria?! 
I bowed my head, "you look cool." I finally noticed his black and red samurai outfit, which looked like natural silk. Though, what perplexed me the most was his ponytail. Drake's hair wasn't long enough, especially with his bangs still over his face. It would have been funny if you had that red and black cape and fake teeth.
His fangs weren't that noticeable if I didn't pay attention. The only time I really saw them was when he yawned. He didn't expose as he rarely showed more than concern or confusion on his face.
"Thanks..." He pointed down to my boots, then back up, "and you are a-"
"I couldn't buy a costume! They didn't have any good ones left!" I exclaimed. I expected him or Alexander to make a sly comment about it. He brought me a slight ease.
He turned around and ushered me to follow him to the entrance into the house from the garage. "Well, it fits the theme."
I followed him up the few stairs and looked over the hanging decorations. Most of them seemed hung, cobwebs, giant spiders, a bunch of kabuki masks? And a plethora of lights as well as the walls, looked smeared with glow paint in different ghost and pumpkin shapes. The few statues and paintings were moved out of the room and replaced with tables and chairs leading up to the ballroom at the center, halfway up the stairs. 
"It looks like you already got a lot done," I commented. 
He scratched the back of his head, "Wenna told me she'd take forever helping Viola out yesterday with the triplets, but Viola sent her off after she got a better handle on them." Drake walked me near a few tables off to the side. They had a bubble like films over them. What's that? I popped one as we passed, and it wobbled but didn't pop. It felt warm. 
Drake continued, "so there isn't much left to get done. I should have texted you, but Alexander and I started talking about the new crying kingdom game. 
We went off to the side near a hall on the left side, under the stairs. He pressed open the giant silver double doors, "the only thing we need help with now is-" He lifted his hand and put it in front of me. I stopped walking as the giant leg swung in front of me. 
"Careful," Alexander's voice came from above.
I peered up only to stumble back, seeing his stomach. He ate someone. 
I let my eyes wander around the room instead of on Alexander even after he moved behind the giant countertop. I heard him clank down a few trays. 
"Cooking," Drake finished. It pulled my attention to him and away from the giant half of the kitchen. "You're not hiding it, Alexander?"
"It's not like everyone here doesn't know what I eat." He said. 
I flinched when he said that. 
Drake exhaled, "well, this is the last thing we need help with, Lynette." Drake gestured up to the counter. It was bigger than us both. The counter perfect for our height was empty. 
I glanced up as Drake walked me closer. I could see Alexander's eyes glowing past his glasses and the irritation nestled between his brows. 
I refused to look over more than his face and hair but noticed he had a similar samurai outfit as Drake except for white and gold. And I was confident they were both wearing fake ponytails because Alexander had one too, and his hair was too short. 
"Are you done making all of them?"
Alexander groaned, nodding, "all I have is the energy transfer left."
Drake's head turned to me, "maybe Lynette can help-"
"DRAKE!!~" A familiar female's voice broke into the kitchen. I saw the black-haired girl with a youthful appearance. She gave a flashy toothy grin from beyond the silver door she clung to. "LYNETTE! Nice to see you again, and you're normal height too!!" She gave a cheer like a mother at a soccer game.
I gave a small wave, "hi, Wenna."
She popped her attention back to Drake, "and-hey, do you mind calling my phone? I have no idea where I left it, and I need to be sure Angela has the right address!" 
Drake pulled out his phone, "I'll help you call it." He said as he looked back at both of us, responsibly, and said, "be nice, and have her help you if she can."
I wanted to follow Drake, but he left in a rush. My whole body felt tense, and I stared at the double door. I would love to go on a phone hunt. It might be high up if she was putting up those decorations. I saw something move out of the corner of my eye and threw myself to face it. I couldn't back up fast enough. He got my arm and yanked me closer before encompassing my waist in his hand.
"XANDer!" I squeaked out. I was forced to look over his body as he put me on the counter in front of him near one of the massive baking trays. The counter was more than waist height to him, so at least I didn't have to look at his abdomen directly. 
"Stop it. You might fall." He growled. He sat me to the side of him.
"You grabbed me out of nowhere. What am I supposed to do!" I argued quietly. 
He came closer, "just roll up your sleeve and give me your arm." He held his giant hand out. 
"W-why?" I kept both of them fastened to my chest. 
"I need to touch you physically to take your energy like this." He grumbled.
I did as he asked and gave him my arm. His hand overtook it and nearly part of my elbow. He was smaller than the others, yet he was still a giant to me. 
His eyes stared at their fluorescent glow again, and he held his other hand over the treats. They were pumpkin-shaped cakes that flickered with the energy he pumped into them, or at least I saw one of them do that. 
"What are you even supposed to be?" 
"Don't you start too," I felt more at ease with his question. "I'm not wearing a costume."
He watched over the treats and didn't look at me, "you really can't dress yourself, can you?"
And you can't be pleasant. I said in my head. I wouldn't dare say that to his face, especially like this. 
After another minute and one more pumpkin out of the 300 on the counter sparked, he groaned. 
"What?" I asked.
"This is going to take forever." He tilted his head away in thought. He then faced me, "you want me to make this faster?"
"If you can do that, yes...?" I muttered. The less time I spend near you right now, the better. He tugged my arm, which caught my attention; it was gentle but sudden. I steered my head toward his parted lips that moved in on my arm. "That's not-"
He trapped my hand between them faster than I could close my fist. His teeth lightly kept my wrist in place while his lips hid it. I cried out when his tongue cradled my hand.
"STOP!" I twisted my arm to no avail, though he did release my hand from his maw. 
"I'm not going to eat you, doofus." He said and followed it up, almost mockingly, with a swallow. 
I didn't even want to close my dripping hand. I couldn't pull it back either, as Alexander kept my forearm secure. 
"Then what were you doing!?"
"If I have direct contact, I can take your energy faster."
I pointed at the arm he held, "you're already touching me!"
"Direct contact in my body." He motioned to himself, "I already told you before. I'm not a full magus. I'm slow at taking energy like this." He moved the hand that held my arm more before he rested his other hand on his stomach. "And my current meal doesn't have the same output as you." 
Current meal? That's a person. I pressed at his fingers that held my arm. "I don't want any part of me near you. This arm holding is more than enough."
"Fine, we'll stay here for the hour." 
He didn't clean my hand. 
"You're overexaggerating." 
"I'm not." Alexander uttered, "I don't see what the big deal is. I'm not eating you." 
"What do you mean?! You wouldn't want anyone putting your hand in their mouth, would you?"
He rolled his eyes, "hell no."
"Then why would I!"
Alexander's gaze fell back onto my hand like he didn't take in a single word I said. 
"Xander!"
"I heard you," he groaned. He started up the process again.
I don't want to sit here for an hour, listen to you, or look- "Is there really no other way you can do this faster?"
"If there was, I'd do it," Alexander said. 
I glanced back at the baking pans on the giant counter. I already saw more of them out there. So has Alexander been doing this the whole time?... I regret coming early. I didn't think I'd help in this way. I wanted to get it done. That's not a good idea, Lynette. I know what will happen.
I muttered under my breath, "how long would it take?"
He perked up, "about two minutes. Are you considering it?!" He sounded like a kid at Christmas. 
YOU'RE SO WEIRD. I kept that in my head. "You're lying to me; how is it that much of a time difference?"
"I wouldn't lie about something that stupid," Alexander replied, offended. 
He sounds serious, but will I let him do that? He awaited my answer. I don't want to. What if he decides to eat me? What if he takes more of my arm? What if he holds me there longer, he knows I can't fight him. I didn't want to trust him with any part of me, let alone in his mouth. I knew what he did. I also don't want to be up here. The faster I'm on the ground and moving around, the better. I subtly shifted on the marble countertop and enjoyed the small freedom my legs had dangling over it. 
I spoke with my head still turned away, "A minute, that's it, then I want to be put down."
He didn't respond with words. Again, he got my hand in his mouth, and I felt his body shutter. Though, what immediately caught my attention was the push of his soft tongue and the sound. He had to be close because of our height difference, so I clearly heard the gulp of him swallowing the excess flavored drool back. 
"Don't do that!" I pleaded as he got to work again with his free hand. It didn't seem like he was listening, and I regretted not getting out my phone right away to time it.
Alexander
He knew eating a human before coming here was a good idea. He might have tried to eat Lynette the second he picked her up if he didn’t. 
And his body relaxed as he got her hand inside his mouth a second time. He felt her squirm, and her fingers unintentionally stroke his tongue. I want more. He swallowed and heard her yelp further. Why do you taste like this?! 
His body urged him to eat her even though he already had another meal inside him. I could put cloaks on both of them and put her inside too. He liked the idea, but another thought popped into his head too. Work. He exhaled through his nose and did his best to transfer the energy she gave him. 
Her constant movement distracted him. It reminded him that he had never done this before. He always ate someone if he got them anywhere near his mouth. 
It was nice to taste her, but he hated doing this. It was a teasing torture for him to have her and not satisfy his craving. 
It slowly became too much. Alexander’s stomach clenched, and it begged for more. 
“CHASE!”
It knocked him out of thought. He let Lynette's arm go and opened his lips enough for her hand to slip through his teeth.
She studied it and whined. “Why are you like this?!”
“Could say the same about you.” He grumbled and cleaned it off with his magic. “And it’s fine, Drake, the pastries are done.” He looked at them with surprise. How did I overcharge them that mu- His hand came up immediately as she tipped forward. He caught her and leaned forward, so she rested on his bicep.
He scanned over her, not realizing how fast he had drained from her.
She pushed lightly and croaked, “why a-are you-”
“Shut up,” Alexander told her. She’s dazed. 
Drake came to his side with his sister, "put her down here."
He complied, “she let me. You can't be mad." Alexander slowly lowered her down, and he handed her over to Wenna. 
She needs rest.” Alexander said as he handed her off to Wenna.
She got Lynette in her arms, "let's get ya to bed, okay?" 
After they left, Drake glared at Alexander. 
The glasses-clad male started to put the treats in their own bowls. “The shrimp offered.”
“AND you took it knowing-” Drake pursed his lips. I know. I thought it would be fine. I ate... He felt a lot better now that she wasn't in the room. His hand slipped to his filled abdomen. 
 Drake sighed, "glad there done. After you finish that, help me make seals over our bedroom doors, please.” 
“Yeah.”
...
Lynette
My mind took in nothing on the way up to her room. It took me a minute to realize she even put me on her bed. 
"Alexander really drained you, didn't he?" She had a really soft, sweet voice. It reminded me of Viola. 
"I think I was too panicked to notice at first," I said. I didn't feel on edge near Wenna, even if she was a vampire or vampire beast. 
I saw her look back and study me. She looked over my clothes, at least I assumed, and then jumped up from the normal-sized king mattress. "Drake told me you couldn't get a costume, so what better time to offer you one than now." She stood over me and grabbed my arms. 
I flinched as she pulled me into a sitting position. I wobbled and kept myself steady when she let go of my wrists. 
"We look about the same body-wise, so you'll fit into anything I have. Let me get you some to choose from." She slightly squealed, "you'll be super cute!"
"You don't-" She ran to the walk-in closet across from her bed. It was the size of another room. I saw her disappear to a farther section and sighed. I kept my hands on the soft fabric of her cherry red comforter. Around her room were a lot of trophies and trinkets, a bookshelf, giant vanity, and nothing else too out of the ordinary. 
I felt better after shutting my eyes for a few minutes. Wenna's tweet tickled my ears. 
"Brought you a few of my favorites." 
She laid them out on the bed beside me. Each one was as revealing as the next. A nurse, a cat, a lot of the classics. The only one that looked good out of all of them was a cheerleader outfit that looked like it was from sucker chainsaw, yet it was still WAY too showy. 
"Oh-uh-" The happy look on her face kept me from telling her. Wenna, I'm sorry. I can't wear any of these. 
Her violet-red softened, "you don't like any of them, do you?"
I shook my head, "it's not that I don't like them. I-they're not my style...do you have anything..." I felt bad for asking. "Any costumes that don't show too much skin?"
I hoped I didn't offend her. She put a hand up to her chin and hummed. "Hmm. Well-" She gave a soft laugh. "It is silly and a little old, but it should fit you. Hold on!"
She got all of them in her hands again and ran back to her closet, holding the clothes. 
She came out with the costume. "It'll make it easy to spot ya." She said as she brought the shimmering suit to me. It looked like it would fit regardless of its smaller size. It's orange and cute... I thought to myself. I didn't want to wear it either. 
"This is the only one like this that you have?"
"Mhm." She placed it down in my lap. It was long. 
The giant googly eyes rested and looked up at me. I pet my hand along the scales and sighed.
"Okay, thank you, Wenna...I guess I'll be a giant fish."
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Thank you for reading! :D Have a gouda day! (Nonnegotiable, if you're lactose intolerant, you're about to be in a lot of pain, sorry, not sorry. Lol).
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