Apparently y'all want me to continue so.... Okay.

I could feel Tim watching me as I chose a weapon from a large chest. Each were rusted or breaking. One seemed to be missing half the blade. Sifting through the mess, I finally found what I was looking for: a bullwhip. Like the other weapons, it had caught a lot of dust while unused in the bottom of the chest. The rope pulled apart at the end, the braid loosening until it opened.

The sigh from Tim let me know his feeling on my choice. "Really? Eh, whatever." I watched him begin to clean and fix it enough to train with.

•∆Timeskip∆•

"I'll have to fix this for you, it should be done by our next session." With a flick of his hand, I was sent back upstairs, exhausted, sweaty, and in pain.

On the couch sat the four slenderbros. With a quick breath, I straightened myself out, wiping any blood or sweat off my face. Trendy was the first to notice. In the middle of his sentence, he exclaimed, "and so, I started yelling -- my dear! You look awful!" The others turned to see me leaning against the door frame. "Quick! Go upstairs and take a shower," Trendy shifted over to me, avoiding touching me as he gestured to the stairs, "I'll have clothes for you, but, goodness, child! Scrub all that grime away." As I made my way to the bathroom I could hear him comment to the others. "Gosh, she looked and smelled unlike her previous self. Is that what it was like last night?"

A pang ran deep as I heard that. But I did and said nothing, it probably just slipped out. Or maybe they just figured it out on their own. Either way, I didn't ask him not to tell. I proceeded up the stairs like I heard nothing.

~~~

Trendy indeed picked a very fashionable outfit, placing it on the counter while I showered. How he was able to somehow get passed the locked door without me knowing, I couldn't say. Reluctantly I put on the clothes, glancing nervously into the mirror. It wasn't really my style:

[Here's your tux ;), Blueyesblackskies ]
[Maybe it is, I won't judge!]

I wasn't going to argue with what they chose, even if I wanted to, so I hesitantly stepped outside, and hobbled weakly down the stairs, panting lightly once at the bottom. Offendy waited patiently in the kitchen, glancing me up and down almost hungrily. The rest of the family ignored me entirely. That made me content, especially with what I was wearing.

The contentedness last for only moments, though, as Offendy called me over. "(Y/N), you look great, much better now!" Everyone turned, but I chose to ignore them and my beet red face. Only one spot at the table was open: next to my new master and EJ. A new conversation began as soon as I took a seat at the table, they bombarded me with questions, most of which I was too quiet to answer. Even when I spoke loudly.

"How was training?" Offendy asked, but his voice seemed a little distant to me. My mind had gone wandering again, but I thought of nothing. He cleared his throat, suddenly grabbing my knee to get my attention.

Nearly jumping out of my seat, I answered a little louder than I wanted. "U-oh! I- it went great, just fine, yep, so good!" The table glanced at each other in confusion, giving me a moment to flinch from the death grip on my knee.

"And, uh, and what weapon did you choose?" Offendy continued, lifting his hold.

"Just a bullwhip. I always thought it was cool as a child." The table broke off into smaller conversations, making comments about my weapon of choice. "Why did you tell them?" I mumbled to Offendy.

"Excuse me?" He replied threateningly. The table quieted down in hopes of seeing some sort of argument, but I didn't want that.

"Uh," I laughed, "I just- just meant to ask, uh... Wh- why didn't you tell them how I like to sing?" I turned back to the table, "it's a hobby of mine."

"Good save, but we'll be speaking after dinner" I heard him say in my mind.

I knew I was in for a rough night.