My Little Supernatural Grimm Adventure Show

Monroe heard the knock and left the room silently to walk into the living room. Everyone was huddled behind Sam, Applejack, and Twilight and looking half-terrified at the door. Monroe inched toward the door as Nick also entered the room, his hand on his gun, yet he did not pull it out of the holster. He walked over to the door and hid on the opposite side as Monroe opened it to see quite the surprise.

“Angelina, what are you doing here?” Monroe asked, wide eyed.

“You know, same reason as most times,” she said, walking in and flipping her strawberry-blonde hair. “I just decided to drop by. Whose car is in the driveway? Pretty cool if you ask me.”

“Well, uh- Angelina, this isn’t the best ti-” Monroe began as he fidgeted with the door.

“Wait, what’s that smell? Horse? Dog? Fuchsbau?! Grimm!” she cut him off as she listed off the random scents, which made sense to Monroe but must have seemed horribly confusing to Angelina.

“Angelina!” Nick said, coming out from behind the door.

At Nick’s shout Sam and Applejack had come out of the living room just as Angelina had woged and Nick pulled his gun. Monroe jumped in front of Angelina, arms out, but she went around him and straight for Nick, who was a little slow in firing, and lost his gun when Angelina tackled him. Sam then aimed quickly and was about to fire when Monroe stepped in and pulled Angelina off of Nick and Applejack dove forward and held Nick’s arms behind his back as Monroe did the same to Angelina. Both Grimm and Blutbad struggled for awhile, lunging and testing their human binds until Angelina reverted to her human face and both of them calmed down.

“Now that you two have stopped fightin’ like a couple of mad alley cats,” Applejack said, not letting go of Nick. “What in tarnation is goin’ on out here?”

“It’s a long story,” Monroe said with a slight whine in his voice.

“She’s a murderer!” Nick said, lunging at Angelina again.

“He paralyzed me!” Angelina added, going for Nick.

“It was only temporary! And you were trying to kill a man!”

“Who killed my brothers!” Angelina defended with a growl in her voice.

“I was arresting him! You had no right to-”

“Both of ya’ can shut it!” Applejack yelled, silencing them and causing their struggles to cease once more. “Now come on both of ya,” she said, releasing Nick only to grab him and Angelina by their ears like they were kids and pulling them into the living room and sat both of them on opposite sides of the abandoned couch. “Now I wanna hear the whole story,” she said, crossing her arms and causing Angelina and Nick to shout fraises and their sides of the story, quickly silenced as Applejack raised her hand. “I don’t wanna hear neither of ya’ll! Monroe, begin.”

“So, where are they?” Dean asked.

“Chrysalis, my queen, was asked by Discord to send a few changelings to kidnap RainbowDash and Mordecai so that we could eavesdrop on your plans. They’re being held at the warehouse near the docks! Please don’t kill me!” Waspwing cried out.

“Thank you. We aren’t going to kill you,” Rosalie said sweetly, placing a calming hand over Waspwing’s.

The changeling sniffled pitifully “You’re not?”

“No, we might have some more questions to ask you. It would be stupid to kill you now,” Rosalie said, promptly squashing any feeling of security that the changeling held.

“That’s it my dear, sweet, Waspwing. Continue just a bit longer. Discord said he’d have you out of there soon!” Chrysalis cooed into her psychic signal to Waspwing. She’d been told to tell Waspwing a part of the plan so that they could lure the entire group into their trap.

“Are you Chrysalis?” a voice asked, breaking the psychic signal.

The queen in question turned to see a teenage boy in a red t-shirt and jeans and a girl with long blonde hair in a purple tank top and blue skirt. The demons that Crowley had sent had finally arrived.

“I assume that you are the demons sent by Crowley. Do you have the voice and picture?” she asked.

“I’m afraid that we weren’t able to get a picture,” the boy said, putting his head down.

“He’s new and got a little, carried away with the job. Her face was smashed in and we had to get out quickly, there was no time to get a picture. Only a recording of her voice,” the girl explained, staring at the boy with daggers in her eyes as she handed a tape recorder to Chrysalis.

“It’s all the same. Do not fret. TornAsunder! Come and listen to the voice of your new form,” Chrysalis called through the psychic link to her soldier.

A female changeling flew into the room through a window, “Yes my queen, I accept this responsibility” she said kneeling.

“Kiss ass,” the boy mumbled, earning an arm in his side from the girl as she fled with him following closely before Chrysalis could properly deal with him for his double mistake. She seemed more careful of her changelings than Crowley was with them, and certainly seemed to care more for them than he did. So they didn’t want to get caught up in their weird family-like bond.

Currently, their king was dealing with a whole new issue.

“And why go through all this trouble?” Crowley shouted at Discord. “Why not just kill them all?”

“Patience! You want your souls, don’t you? No matter, even if you didn’t, you signed a contract! That means that you have to do what I say!”Discord hissed. “Now go and get that park ready. The night will soon be upon us!” he finished, disappearing.

“King of demons…” a hesitant voice hissed, causing Crowley to turn and see a male changeling.

“What is it disease?” Crowley asked, scowling at the small creature.

“Um, close sir, its Pestilence,” he said.

“Do you think I care? I don’t even know my demons’ names,” Crowley said.

“Uh, right sorry sir. It’s just, there is someone new in the Blutbad’s house,” Pestilence said.

“Her name is Angelina Lasser,” Screwball’s young voice came from Crowley’s side as he looked down to see that she’d popped out of nowhere. “She’s a Blutbad, and a friend of Monroe. He is her main week spot, and only family left. It pays to know a bit about your target,” she finished with a flick of her hand.

“Well fine then, Chrysalis and I still have plans to discuss as it is. We’ll just add her to the list of problems to take care of,” Crowley said. “Continue watching them,” he ordered the changeling.

“No! Don’t! It isn’t safe! They’ll be leaving for the warehouse any minute. Go get those demons and changelings out of there and take them there. Wait for further instruction!” Screwball interrupted.

“Yes, my lady!” the changeling said before leaving too quickly for Crowley to say differently.

“What the bloody hell!” the demon king yelled.

“It wasn’t a very strategic move to keep them someplace where they are certain to die with no cost,” Screwball said. “If they were to die, I’d rather have them do something so that it wasn’t such a loss first. You’re far too careless with your demons. No wonder you needed our help to beat these Winchesters.”

“Listen here you brat! If I wasn’t bound by contract not to, I would-!”

“Ah ah ah! Be careful what you say next Smokey! Daddy is always listening,” Screwball effectively cut him off before skipping away with a delightful smirk on her face as she left the steaming Demon King to wonder why the hell he ever thought this was a good idea.

“And that’s why they hate each other,” Monroe ended as he finally took a breath.

“So, you two aren’t werewolves. You’re, Blutbads?”Sam said in wonder.

“Yep, and he’s a Grimm,” Angelina hissed.

“Did I say you could speak?” Applejack said, causing Angelina to huff and sit back on the couch.

“And a Grimm is like a hunter?” Sam reasoned.

“Well, a monster hunter,” Monroe said.

“But I don’t get it,” Fluttershy said slowly. “You’re one of the nicest creatures I’ve ever met, helping us like this. Why would Nick want to hurt you?”

“I don’t want to-!” Nick stuttered, swiftly shutting up as Applejack glared at him.

“He doesn’t want to hurt me, Nick is different! And monster is just a general term we prefer Wesen,” Monroe further explained. And when he got a few stares he quickly said “It’s German.”

“So, Rosalie is a Blutbad as well?” Rarity asked.

“No, Rosalie is a Fuchsbau. A sort of a fox-like creature,” Monroe said. “But she’s also Wesen.”

“So, how many types of Wesen are out there?” Sam asked.

“I don’t even know all of them,” Monroe said. “Probably millions.”

“And how many types of Grimm?” Sam further prodded.

“Only one. But there are probably dozens of them.”

“And Nick is the only one that doesn’t kill the good ones?” Pinkie asked, open jawed.

“There could be more. I’m not exactly the all knowing expert on Wesen you know.”

“Alright, then maybe you two would like to talk now?” Applejack said, causing Nick and Angelina to shout and babble again until she said “But first! I want you both to apologize to each other! Angelina, I know what it’s like to lose family. It hurts. But you can’t blame the world around you, especially not the people that tried to protect them and found the killer in the first place. And Nick, from what I can tell, Monroe killed a handful of people too. If you want to arrest Angelina or hold a grudge against her, go on ahead. But it’s only fair that you treat Monroe the same if that is the case.”

Nick and Angelina glared at each other from across the couch before Angelina said “I’m sorry Nick.”

And Nick said “I’m sorry Angelina.”

“Normally I’d make you hug but we don’t got time for that. Angelina, we can fill ya in on the way if you want to help,” Applejack said.

“What do you mean?” the Blutbad asked.

“Well Dean came in almost as soon as Monroe’s story started, so I’m gonna go ahead and say that we know where our friends are. Isn’t that right sugarcube?”

“You got it Applejack. A warehouse by the docks. A little cliché for my taste but I say we-”

“Can I say something before I’m confused anymore than I already am?” Angelina asked.

“Go on ahead,” Applejack answered with a smile.

“Why does it smell like horse in here?” she asked, starting a whole new bunch of stories and explanations with exaggerated hand gestures by Pinkie who basically summed it up nicely with a few extra details even some of the ponies didn’t quite understand or know about. But hell, anything was possible. “Oh, well, if that’s all then. I’m in,” she agreed with a shrug.

“Really?” Monroe asked.

“Don’t be so shocked, someone’s got to keep your fur on your skin,” Angelina said jokingly, standing up and lightly patting Monroe on the chest for extra emphasis.

“I think I have that covered,” Rosalie said from the doorway where Dean was standing.

“Who’s this?” Angelina asked.

“Oh! I know! I know! Pick me! Pick me!” Pinkie said, standing on her tip toes with a hand raised up in the air until Angelina pointed at her with an eye roll. “That’s Rosalie! She’s Monroe’s girlfriend who he met when she moved here after her brother died and she took over his spice shop!”

Monroe was shocked, embarrassed, and impressed. “How did you…”

“I just had a feeling!” Pinkie explained.

“That’s Pinkie Pie for you!” RainbowDash said simply as if it all made sense.

“Well, okay then,” Angelina said. “Let’s get going shall we?”

“Hold on a second!” Dean yelled. “My car is way too small for everyone here! We barely fit last night without Nick and Monroe! How the hell do you expect us to fit in it all together?”

“We could take my car too,” Monroe said.

“Monroe, that’s four people. Dean’s car legally fits five. There are fifteen people,” Rosalie said.

“I could take my bike and one extra person,” Angelina said. “And I’m sure that an extra person could fit in each car. So that’s fourteen.”

“Yea, and Rainbow and Mordecai aren’t here. So that’s only thirteen!” Rigby said.

“Great,” Angelina said, “So, who wants to ride with me?”