(Y/n)'s p.o.v.

Natalie: Elly, please put your arms down.

Elly: Not until these fuckloids stop staring at me.

As we continue to walk through the town, Elly got tired of the stares and decided to just stick her middle fingers out. I guess she's gotten used to this kind of bigotry.

(Y/n): 'I might not like... well, everyone. But even I get tired of this kind of racism. It was funny the first 80 years or so, but now it's just getting childish'.

Peach: Ah, here we are.

Ahead of us is a large building with a sign that says: Thorn and Thistle's Inn

Elly: Oh, thank God! My arms are starting to get tired.

Brock: Thorn and Thistle's Inn? That doesn't sound like a good name for a place where you sleep.

We make our way into the Inn and are greeted by a man behind the front desk.

Man: Hello! Welcome to the Thorn and Thistle's Inn. How can I help?

He takes a look at Elly and sees her fox ears.

Man: Also my apologies if anyone in this town has caused you any problems, ma'am.

Elly: Eh. You get used to it.

Man: Anyway, how many rooms do you need?

Peach: Two, please.

We are given our room keys and head up.

Peach: Brock and (y/n), you take one room. The rest of us will take the other. We shall begin our search after breakfast tomorrow. Right now, rest.

She hands me a room key, I head into the room with Brock following me.

(Y/n): 'I'm gonna have to hold off on my nightly ritual for this mission. Can't risk it with a Huntress so close'.

Brock: Well goodnight, (y/n).

(Y/n): Night.

We get into our separate beds, waiting for what tomorrow has in store for us.

[Location: grimm castle outskirts]

(Next day after fire)

A lone beowolf lays on a flat patch of land, sleeping.

*crash*

However, it's slumber is ruined when a burnt chair crashes next to it. It jumps a little and slowly walks near the chair, sniffing it.

*crash*

Another burnt chair lands behind the beowolf, making it jump again. Spinning around, it eyes the other chair before looking up. It jumps out of the way as a sink crashes where it once was. The beowolf turns around and tries to make a run for it. Only to be crushed by a fridge.

High up in the castle, Salem is by a window with more burnt kitchen equipment to toss out. As she reaches for the microwave, Tyrian approaches her with a letter.

Tyrian: Mistress?

Salem: What is it, Tyrian?

Tyrian: There is a letter addressed to you.

Salem: From who?

Tyrian: I am not sure. It was taped to the front gate with your name on it.

She grabs the letter from him and opens it, reading it to herself.

----

Dear Salem,

How are you doing? I honestly don't care. I'm fine by the way. It has been a little more quiet after you fucked up and burned the kitchen down. LOL. Some of the readers thought that you would try and start another fire in the castle, I knew you would all along though. Anyway, you're father is doing fine. Trust me. Infact, there may be a small turning point in his current mission! I won't go into too much detail, spoilers and all that. Take care and try not to burn the whole castle down while cleaning the kitchen.

XOXOXOXO,
Moderate Outis

P.s. I just came up with a new nickname for you! It's a combination of albino and bimbo. I shall dub thee... Albimbo!

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Salem:.... Huh. So that's his name. Tyrian, toss out the rest of this garbage and get the volunteers to clean the rest of the kitchen.

Tyrian: Of course, Mistress... What will you be doing in the meantime?

The letter disintegrates in Salem's hands, she has a bored expression.

Salem: I will be out for a bit.

She leaves him to his task and makes her way to the armory. She opens the doors and starts walking down aisles upon aisles of weapons in all sorts of categories.

Salem: Hmmm. What to use, what to use.

She starts looking upon her choices.

Salem: No.

Salem: No.

Salem: Nope.

Salem: Nah.

Salem: Nah-dah.

Salem: Tempting, but no. Hmmmm...

She makes her way further into the armory until she is infront of a certain weapon with a plaque that says...

SUPPLICIUM

Salem: My father's first weapon. The very axe he used to strike down humanity way back when. I wonder why he doesn't use it anymore? Oh well, I'm sure he won't mind me barrowing this.

She reaches out and grabs the axe. As she lifts it from the stand, she grabs it with both hands after underestimating how heavy it is.

Salem: Woah! Has a little more weight to it than I thought. Well, time to head out.

She hoists the axe over her shoulder and heads out to meet up with a certain friend.

[Location: Thorn and Thistle's Inn]

Before (y/n) could dump the bucket of water on a sleeping Brock, he senses a disturbance in the force.

(Y/n): Someone's touching my shit.

Brock: "snort" zzz

(Y/n) looks upon a sleeping Brock and dumps the water on his head.

Brock: "sputter" PFFFFFT AAURGH! WHAT THE FUHHH "cough"

(Y/n): Wakey wake an' eggs and beacon, Brock! Dry off and meet up with the rest of us at breakfast.

Brock: "cough cough"

(Y/n): Good to hear.

I walk out into the hall and pass the girl's room.

(Y/n): 'I get the strangest feeling that this mission is going to be an interesting one'.

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In a small neighborhood, the author jumps out of a window and lands on the ground hard.

A/n: Ow, fuck! My arm hurts!

Salem: Your ass is going to be the same after I'm done kicking it!

She chops down the door in one blow and steps out. The author gets back on his feet and runs down the street. He sees someone driving down the road and runs at them as they stop at a red light. He runs up to the driver side and bashes the window open with his elbow.

Driver: What the-

A/n: Official 'get the fuck out' business!

Yanking the driver out of the car, the author gets in and speeds down the road. Salem runs and uses the downed driver to jump in the air and embed the axe into the trunk of the car. She holds on for dear life as she starts to climb on the car. The author sees her in the rear view mirror and makes a hard left. The sudden move sends Salem flying right into a banana stand, the axe being embedded into the ground next to her.

p0zi0ner: My bananas! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Salem stands back up and rips the axe out of the ground, sending asphalt and bananas flying. She sees the car speeding off and gives chase, trying her best not to slip on the produce.

Salem: RUN ALL YOU WANT, MORTAL! I'LL FIND YOU!