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customizer"And before you ask: no. I am not Mrs. Frederick."
Nestled somewhere off the main road, between towns in South Dakota, sits an old Victorian-style bed and breakfast simply called Mrs. Frederick's. It's not exactly a romantic honeymoon getaway type, though the scenery in the large, treeless area is fairly breathtaking at night, lit up by a blanket of stars up above. It's so far from the main road you'd have to be looking for it to find it. And there are no advertisements around for it. It gets new customers by word-of-mouth alone. Because Mrs. Frederick's is a perfect little rest-stop for wandering demon hunters, and has been for decades, with its home-cooked style meals and endless quantities of alcohol, and its small but incredibly cozy rooms.
It's also been Claudia Donovan's home for exactly one decade. She's practically the inn's mascot. At eleven she was the little girl that begged to hold your weapons and hear all your demon stories. She was the little girl who's apparent fearlessness caused many a smile and a laugh. She'd reminded older demon hunters of the kids they'd lost, or the kids they'd left behind.
And now, at twenty-one, she's the chick that admires your car, gives you a beer, tells you that your scars are cool... and cleans, upgrades, and customizes all your weapons for a price. She's the chick with her own weapons workshop in the basement, one that no one dares enter without permission for fear of being blown up. She's the chick you know not to ask for warranties on anything you get customized by her, because experimenting is her hobby, and you, mister, are the beloved and sometimes unfortunate guinea pig.
Nestled somewhere off the main road, between towns in South Dakota, sits an old Victorian-style bed and breakfast simply called Mrs. Frederick's. It's not exactly a romantic honeymoon getaway type, though the scenery in the large, treeless area is fairly breathtaking at night, lit up by a blanket of stars up above. It's so far from the main road you'd have to be looking for it to find it. And there are no advertisements around for it. It gets new customers by word-of-mouth alone. Because Mrs. Frederick's is a perfect little rest-stop for wandering demon hunters, and has been for decades, with its home-cooked style meals and endless quantities of alcohol, and its small but incredibly cozy rooms.
It's also been Claudia Donovan's home for exactly one decade. She's practically the inn's mascot. At eleven she was the little girl that begged to hold your weapons and hear all your demon stories. She was the little girl who's apparent fearlessness caused many a smile and a laugh. She'd reminded older demon hunters of the kids they'd lost, or the kids they'd left behind.
And now, at twenty-one, she's the chick that admires your car, gives you a beer, tells you that your scars are cool... and cleans, upgrades, and customizes all your weapons for a price. She's the chick with her own weapons workshop in the basement, one that no one dares enter without permission for fear of being blown up. She's the chick you know not to ask for warranties on anything you get customized by her, because experimenting is her hobby, and you, mister, are the beloved and sometimes unfortunate guinea pig.
