You were nervously checking your appearance for the third time in as many minutes. Of all the ways a first date with a monster could go, you're pretty positive this had to be the fastest. You'd met this girl not thirty minutes ago and she practically opened with her address. Her profile picture seemed all too cute to pass up though. A cerberus wearing a cute top and short skirt. Until a week or so ago you'd never imagined that monsters could even be real, but either someone has way too much free time on their hands with photoshop, or this was going to be the real deal. You wondered if those three heads would take turns talking or whether they'd have separate personalities. So many questions still. All you really knew of this woman was her name: Petra. The walk to her place was surprisingly brisk, though it led you through a part of town you're not sure you've ever seen before. Buildings had all kinds of odd sizes and shapes. You try not to pay it too much mind as you're only one street away from your date.
When you arrive at the right number you let out a large gulp. The door was at least 10 feet tall, but it seemed to have a handle and even a separate doorbell at your height. With some trepidation you reach in and hit the button. A loud buzz could be heard, followed by footsteps approaching. One last time you run your hand through your hair and check your coat for any spots. The door unlocks and swings open. In the doorway stood your date. Petra was even prettier than her profile had alluded. She stood fierce and tall, probably measuring about 9 feet in height. Dark, short fur covered her body along with the top you saw in her profile and a pair of summery shorts. Her three heads scanned the horizon, missing you entirely until you clear your throat. She looks down and three piercing stares meet your eye. She blushes a little and giggles.
"Hehe, oh wow. When I jokingly asked for the cutest delivery boy I didn't think they'd actually listen." She smirked, but one of her heads gave you a puzzled look. You returned it in kind.
"Delivery boy? What do you mean?"
"Wait, aren't you here with my food? I ordered it like half an hour ago. I was getting worried you'd be late." The other heads joined in on the confused looks as the two of you try to figure things out.
"I've not got any food on me, I'm here for a date." You blush a little saying it out loud.
"Oh? Ooooh, you must be one of Wendy's new flings. She really likes playing with humans. But I thought she was out the house tonight... Maybe I missed something." The cerberus chuckled to herself. The apartment she lived in was shared and with four housemates it was a challenge to keep track of all their activities.
"No... Petra... I'm your date. You know... from Monstr?" How could she have forgotten already? Did one of her heads invite you and not tell the others?
"Huh?! I didn't..." She fell silent, slowly piecing the events that led up to this moment together. "...Wait, oh no..." She pulled out her phone and checked something, her full attention diving into the screen. You still weren't sure what was happening, but a dreadful feeling began to climb up your spine. Suddenly Petra burst out laughing.
"Hahahahaha, oh my gods, I can't believe it. I mixed up the apps. I thought you were the delivery boy for my online order, but I accidentally opened up the wrong app. Oh for fuck's sake, that means my food's gonna be even later." She snorts with laughter and pauses for a moment. "Wait, so that means you received a text from a complete stranger that you thought you matched with and came over immediately? Either you're one thirsty little man or you really wanted to meet me. I'm flattered I guess."
"Hehe, yeah... so... uhm... now what?" You stammer. Looks like this date had been a huge mistake. But there was something about the way she looked at you. It was terrifying and intriguing at the same time.
"Well, you're here... Oh, how's this sound..." She didn't bother with and explanation, grabbing your shoulder instead and pulling you into the hallway. The door closed behind you and the hair in your neck stood straight up when you heard the distinct click of the lock. "...I'll give you until my food arrives to impress me. After that I'll decide whether I add you to that meal or not."
You froze up, trying to process what she just said. Because you're pretty sure you just heard this potential date of yours suggesting she'd eat you. There's still time to show this cerberus that accidental or not, you could give her a great evening. You follow her into her room and prepare to talk your way into not becoming her dinner.
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