78: Claude Frollo

GEORGE POV

Today's the day I am an experiment. We don't know when this demonology chick is gonna show up and be fucked of I'm gonna have all my little shit out. I need to be mentally prepared for this. I don't know what she's gonna do; will she poke me with needles? Cut me open? I don't know what she is, who she is, and why she decided to do this. From what I know, most people are scared of what I am even though no one knows what it means to BE what I am.

I woke up early, barely sleeping. Anxiously waiting in bed allowed my mind to wonder what this chick would do and what she wanted to do. I know Will said that he would make sure she wouldn't go too far, but he can't really top her. He's said he would protect me multiple times, and yet under his nose, I still got hurt many times. The base ment. Josh, taking me away. I nearly lost him to fucking Sage. I know he will try, and I know he cares, but in the grand scheme of things, how much power does he actually have.

I can tell he's also nervous about what's going to happen. He's been nervous about everything  since I got out of the basement. He has stuck around me for longer periods of time and refuses to play hide and seek anymore, not that I've wanted to anyway. In fact, he's clinging to me right now as if someone was going to take me away. He's afraid it's gonna happen again, that some fucked up thing is gonna happen to me again. It seems to be a running theme in my life.

"You're hearts racing, are you okay?" Josh whispers from beside me, breaking my train of thought and pulling me back to reality.

"I'm fine." I whispered back, lying still not wanting to wake Will up. The way we were set up was Josh to the left of me and will to the right, I was facing Josh, Will was facing my back boig spooning me and Josh facing me his arm around both of us reaching Wills side. It was a cramped way of sleeping, but it was also comforting. I had two pairs of arms, keeping anything from reaching me. Two layers of protection from the outside world.

"Are you sure because you don't seem fine." Josh moved his arms and sat up. Causing Will to stir in his sleep, I held my breath, not wanting him to wake up. He let go of me and turned to his other side, pulling the blanket up to his face.

"I'm really fine." I double down, mostly to convince myself rather than him. Josh got up, ripping off his shirt. That man is a personal heater, I swear. It was a hot-ish summer night, and with his body next to us, we didn't need anything like a heater or an electric blanket.

"I don't believe you, but do you want to go have some breakfast. You've been awake for a while." He states. I gave him a confused look. How did he know? I was about to ask him. "You're making full sentences, and your eyes are actually open, and your voice isn't croaky." I close my mouth and nod. Of corse, he would know I wasn't one for waking up.

"I'm not hungry yet." I say, yet I got up anyway and took his hand intertwining our fingers and follow him down to the kitchen. We were greeted by a cook that wasn't Miss Chen.

"Where's Miss Chen?" I ask defensively she definitely starts work at 6. It was 6:30. Whoever this is shouldn't be working right now.

"Miss Chen is out on leave and won't be back for a while." I gave the new chef a disgusted look. I don't want anything from this fake chef man.

"Fix your face Georgie." I glared up at Josh and roll my eyes.

"I'm not eating from him." I claim crossing my arms. Childish I know, but out of respect for Miss Chen I will not be taking this old man's food.

"You should still respect him, and you can't just not eat for a couple of days." The man looked strict and stupid. He held a resemblance to that priest guy from the hunchback of Notre Dame.

"I don't care. That man looks evil. If I want something, I'll make something." I huff. Glaring at the tall, wrinkly man.

"Not going to be happening. No one but me is allowed in my kitchen. And while Miss Chen is away, this is my kitchen." Why does Claude Frollo have a French accent?

"I wouldn't want you in here anyway, too dangerous." Josh chimes in. I roll my eyes and trunk away from Frollo.

"I can cook." I mutter under my breath. Josh made his order, and we walked to the dining room, awaiting Josh's breakfast.

"Just because it's not Miss Chen doesn't mean you can disrespect him like that." Josh puts on his big daddy pants and lectures me. He sat next to me, on my left, his hand subconsciously on my thigh like it was its second home. His thumb brushed back and forth on my covered leg. I was wearing his sweat pants, and a jumper Will brought me the other day.

"I don't care. He gives off vibes, and have you seen the hunchback of Notre Dame? He's evil. I don't associate with evil." He gave me an odd look.

"He really does look like him, huh?" I break out into a small laugh, glad we can both see it. "Eother way, you don't have to like him, but you should treat him with respect either way." I roll my eyes with a smile on my face.

"I'll try." No, I wasn't, I hate him, and he should know that. My mood dropped when I remembered what was happening today. "I'm nervous." I state looking down at my hands, which we're fiddling together.

"I know, pup, it's gonna be difficult. But from what I heard, it won't take long." I hum. I just wish I knew exactly what was going to happen. Or to have some kind of idea of what will happen.

"What are you doing here? It's still early." Will enterd the room yawning, he had Josh's jumper on and some sweatpants that he seemed to not realise was on backwards. I chuckle at him as does Josh, and Will just looks confused as to why. We both say nothing, and Josh pulls out a seat for him.

"Sleep well?" Josh asks, a smirk placed on his lips.

"Yeah..  why?" Will was sceptical. Both Josh and I place our hands on his thighs, I pull at his pants before he realises. "Oh shut up," he whines. "I wanted to find you both, I wasn't focused." I giggled miss this. We weren't worrying about a war, or if I was dangerous or not. It was just us being us for a few minutes.

"We love you." I state, taking hold of his hand and resting it on my lap. We were the only three down here. It took a moment before frollo came in with Josh's food. Will looks at his brows furrowed and confused at the new chef.

"Thank you." Josh says, and the man walks away with the same shit expression. Guy doesn't know how to smile.

"That's the new chef?" Will asks, head still in the direction of the kitchen where frollo exited.

"That's Claude frollo." I state with a smile.

"The guy from that one movie? Is that actually his name?" I laugh at how fast he believed me. "No, he just looks like him."

"Don't be r-"

"I lectured him already. He doesn't like him." Josh cut in before Will went on his rant.

"Don't look at me like that," Will had a disappointed face to him. " Reggie told me you wouldn't remember my name when I first came here. That you'd be rude. Which says you were rude beforehand."

"Reggie says that to everyone that enters the covan. He wants them to fear me and think I'm rude." Josh laughs.

"You? Rude? Scary? Never. I Havnt seen a moment of it." Will laughs. It's true. Whenever he deals with anything, it's always polite, even if he hates them. Will mumbles a shut up before going off to collect a bottle of blood. When he came back he had a sour look on his face.

"Frollos a dick, be as rude as you want." He sits down with a slump and a bottle in his hand.

"What happened, love?" Josh moved his hand to behind Will's neck, rubbing it a little.

"No one's allowed in his kitchen." He does a terrible imitation of his voice. "Not even for a bottle of blood, blah, blah, blah." He drinks the blood with the same face. Josh kisses the side of his face.

"Yeah, we got the same lecture when Geirge said he was just going to make his own."

"Whatever." He huffs, I'm glad I'm not the only one who's being childish about this. "I'll make my own when I want my own." I agree with him.

"Do you even know how to cook?" Josh asks. At the pack, it was Josh cooking pretty much the whole time. I was allowed to cook if they were watching to make sure that I wouldn't be little. But Will never cook anything.

"Corse, I do, just not on modern utilities." He sipped his drink more.

"Righ right, okay, old man."  Josh chimes in mouth full from the food he was eating. "This is really good." He nods, pointing at the food. I gave a groosed out look to his face as food fell out as he spoke.

"You eat like a dog." Delilah walks out hand in hand with Charlie.

"What did we just talk about, Del?" Charlie gave a stern tone, making her roll her eyes.

"Blah blah blah, something about attitude, something about words." She huffed.

"What's wrong with her this morning?" Will asked. She seemed highly irritated over seemingly nothing.

"Somethings happening with her other friend in another covan and isn't very happy about it. " she sits down, crossing her arms on the table. When frollo came out to ask for people's orders, I noticed delilahs eye  twitch, I tried to hold back a laugh, knowing her temper was about to explode.

"Who the fuck are you? Don't you have some random kid locked in your attic or something? Sing about hells fire or whatever? Don't fucking look at me." Frollow had a scowl on his face.

"And I was told this was a covan of great taste." I think back to when I was new here. I'm so glad I wasn't this guy. I was welcomed with warm open arms, but this guy, at least from our little group, has had a cold entrance.

"Look, dude. Being strict doesn't make for good friends, and you just got here at a real shit time." Josh explains, placing his plate in frollos hands.

"I don't intend to listen to the words of a mutt." I felt rage bubble within my veins. It's fine when Delilah says it because I know she's just in a bad mood, and she doesn't mean it, but who does this guy think he is insulting Josh like that! I stand out of my chair, ready to give him a peace of my mind before the doors slam open with wills father dramatically behind them.

"Sit down, George." He booms, and I instantly listen, afraid he was gonna kick me out. Frollo walked back to the kitchen, and Josh joined us back at the table. "Meet the demonologist that will be deciding if you're safe." A woman dressed in eloquent business clothing walks out from behind Will's dad. I instantly freeze on the spot.

"George." She says sweetly, my breath stops.

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slay, hope you like. Idk it was more of a filler chapter, lmao. I just remembered the hunchback of Notre Dame and thought I'd include it in the chap fjdjdjdj