Don't Pull the Trigger (Demonstuck) ON HOLD

Wasn't There Another Character?

Why yes, there was another…alive at least. We have seen him before, and we shall se him again.

You are now Dirk Strider.

Not only are you a lone survivor, but you only have two enemies. The Big Group Leader, or Vriska Serket,

And your brother, Dave. 

Although he is not really a threat, he won’t hesitate but to try and take what is rightfully yours. Food, weapons, anything that apple-muncher can get his hands on. You, however, are quicker and far more skilled than he is. Over the past few years, you have managed to survive and teach yourself how to thrive in this buttfuck of a world you once called ‘home’.

Venturing around the camp of the Hunters, the only reason you are here is for scrap metal that the younger Zahhak tosses out every few moons. Collecting them, you make new swords, just to destroy them the next day or so. This time, however, it is a different reason in which you are here. 

That is for Jake English.

It’s not like you fantasies about him, or think of him as a romantic partner of sorts, but you find him interesting. When you found him, he seemed to be a lot like you. Traveling alone and such. But here he is, in this camp with all these new people and trolls. You have also noticed how little humans there are still alive, and how few are demons, including yourself. Very strange to be honest.

What a shame that isn’t the issue at the moment.

The issue is the Zahhak carrying something large under a cloth, the Jake look alike not too far behind him. New Hunters arrived, one looking like your old friend Roxy, except looking a bit nicer and less tipsy. One was Meenah, you knew her well. She had known you when you were still alive, even giving you radical high fives when you two were successful on hunts and missions. A weird cat girl, whom he assumed to be the younger Leijon, A slim man with the Gemini symbol and a girl with long black curls right behind her. You rubbed under your chin, watching as they disappeared in the safety of the camp walls. 

“is the man g0ing t0 be 0kay?”

“D--> only the rust b100d can tell us that. he knows the importance of surviving life in this monstrosity of a location which we have formed a small living space in. also nepeta, you scared me very badly, is your body in a healthy state?”

“:33< calm down equity im okay really”

 “thii2 ii2 complete and utter bull2hiit we dont even know iif he ii2 2tiill aliive”

 “well, im sure tavros will help us in this situation…he’s good with things like this.” John gestured to the body under the rag Equius happily accepted to carry. Once he had reached the healing tent, the Mayor’s eyes flickered open, a bit surprised at the giant body being placed next to him.

 “it’s okay mayor, just an injured being…i hope…” John rubbed his chin, inspecting the wounded one. He looked a lot like one of the demons that they have encountered many of times. Tavros took a look at him, turning the wounded’s head to the side and flinching back.

 “uHH,,,pROBLEM,,,yOU MIGHT HAVE. mAYBE. bROUGHT A DEMON INTO  OUR CAMP,”

 “WHAT??” Kankri almost ripped the tent curtains when he pulled them back, rushing over and pushing Tavros out of the way. His eyes widened, placing his hands on the others cheeks.

“..Cr9nus..”