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Chapter #6
This is not Good
by: Unknown
You're shivering at the thought of the idea of marrying Paisley, a mermaid that tried to eat you ever since you came to Terrordale. You didn't know what you were thinking when you rescued her from that oil spill. You wish you had been out sick that day.
As if things weren't bad enough, you hear splashing and a second mermaid comes in, Paisley's mother. She was the same height as Paisely and looked identical except her hair was a grayer shade of purple, she was wearing glasses and had the tail of a great white shark. "Here he is mother," says Paisley cheerfully.
Paisley's mother adjusts her glasses and looks down at you with a smile before poking you in the chest and making him grunt. "My, my," she says. "You snagged a good one here Paisley honey, I've never been able to catch a specimen in this good shape." You look closer at her lips to see that Paisley's mother had lips that were red as blood, most likely human blood.
"You must be this Stephen I've heard so much about," she says. "I'm Ithica." "Icky is more like it." You think to yourself in your head." Ithica then sticks out her tongue and licks you slightly and makes you yell. "Terribly sorry about everything. But I'm sure you already new of all the monster races, mermaids are one of the top ten predators to the human race." "I figured," you say. "I know that all two well." Paisley then looks down on you with a cat's smile. "Normally all humans are prey, but since you saved me that day despite the danger I posed to you. I'm letting you live. As my husband."
HUSBAND! This was bad. "We make preparations for the wedding right away," says Ithica as she holds up her tail. "Oh and Stephen, Paisley is my only daughter. If you jade her at the alter..." Ithica shows you her razor sharp shark's teeth and you shudder in place.
This is the worst situation you had ever gotten into. This was worse than the time Hannah duct taped you to April's butt or when Kath accidentally used you as a paintbrush. You were now engaged to your worst enemy and nobody on the beach knew where you were. You're really wishing you had been eaten.
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