(WRITTEN BY THE HOBO)
The hobo leisurely walked through the woods, as normal as you can get for a six eyed man carrying a pink haired insane man. He talked to himself on the way. "Real fighter you are, biting my arms, just got these too...' He looked back every now and then, checking he wasnt followed. "Took ages to make that little message in the snow as well. SO ungrateful you humans are...' A few unintelligible mumbles responded, so the hobo quickened his pace as to make sure the other wouldnt wake up.
A few minutes later they had reached a small crack on a cliffside. From most angles itd look like any other rock, but a small opening revealed itself to be just big enough to fit someone in. A few meters down it opened up to be a somewhat sizeable natural corridor, with damp, mishapen stone walls. A quick walk later led to a room of sorts, with a something hanging on the wall.
Izzy was thrown onto the floor, waking up with impact. Puzzled and alarmed, he looked around to see where he was. It was unrecognisable, a rough floor was beneath him and a dripping sound in the distance led to him figuring he was in a cave.
He quickly turned around onto his back, he gasped upon seeing a tall curious man loom over him.
The first thing izzy noticed were his eyes. He had 6 of them, the lower 4 ones were the same, they were a deep purple with glass-like cracks lining them. The top two were different however, definitely not the demons. They were a shade of emerald green, and didnt stop moving. They darted around constantly, and the surrounding skin looked darker from restlessness too. This wasnt his biggest concern though, that went to who this man was and where they were.
After a short silence, the larger of the two spoke up. "You're a deep sleeper. You know anyone called Munch?"
Izzy was still groggy, having just woken up from being knocked out. "Wha- Who... Sonnie brought him up a few times, he's dead, dumbass." He spoke cockily, he was about to speak up again until a clawed hand grasped his neck, crushing his throat.
The man looked at him harshly, his green eyes moving faster than before. "Dont get arrogant with me, kid," his grip loosened a bit, "Also, he's right here." The homeless looking man stepped back, pulling Izzy up to see what he had prepared. A young boy, about 16 was chained to the wall he'd seen earlier. He had spots of blood and cuts on him, but they were dry. Marks on his arms and legs were prominent where they'd been binded to the stone. "You like it?" The man asked with disgusting delight.
Thankfully, Izzy was used to these sights. These were rookie levels for him, but that didnt change who was bound up. "Yeah, love what you've done with the place." Izzy answered with caution, and slowly started to pace back. He saw the hobo squint his eyes, but he mustve shook it off as he approached his captive.
One of his lengthy fingers traced the young boys face, scratching a part under his eye. The boy mumbled a bit before hazily opening his eyes, face to face with a demon. This provoked a reaction from the hobo, as a large sadistic grin filled his face. Munch had started to mumble now, hastily increasing in speed as he became aware of his surroundings. He had tried to speak but nothing seemed to come out. A sly finger was placed on his lips as the tall man leaned in closer, making a 'shushing' gesture. He opened his mouth to speak until his head was hit with a rock, letting out a sharp scowl as he leaned downwards.
Izzy then started running. Not a clue where to, just away from that man. He began to see what looked like light, his pace quickened. Only a few meters were left- until he was grabbed by the collar and slammed against the wall.
All eyes were trained on him now, pupils thin, like how a feral animal looks at its future meal. His perfect row of teeth were clashing together as he spoke, like he was trying to prevent a growl. "You can't escape from me." He spoke slowly, savouring the words. Izzy had a petrified grimace on his face. He wasnt sure if he was looking at a demon or an animal. The man harshly pushed him back into the cave, and set him against a wall. "Watch." He commanded, and slithered away back towards the youngest boy while still staring at Izzy. The pink haired man let out a sigh of relief, he wasnt dead yet.
The hobo then focused all eyes onto Munch, even the green ones. 4 glistened with sadistic awe, 2 with unbridled rage. The small boy's breathing was unsteady, and made visible clouds whenever he exhaled. Just like before, the larger man put his fine fingers across his face, leaving thin scratches where they travelled. Their two faces were incredibly close together, the demons slow, steady breathing clashed with the hashira's jittering one. His hand eventually reached just above his neck, pointing Munch's face up. He tucked some of the boys hair behind his ears, watching as the boys watery eyes looked down at him. He continued to drag his nails across his neck, fiddling with the collar bone, and grasping at his small shoulders, leaving stab - like wounds in its place.
Even this made Izzy uncomfortable, his skin started to crawl watching his nails drag further into other places. It was plain gross, he'd rather watch a man get hacked to pieces than this. He watched in absolute horror as the sadist's nails reached back to the boys face, he could've sworn he saw the hobo's face lean a bit closer than it should have, before he pulled back and sighed.
As the hobo turned away and back to Izzy, something seemed to change. The 4 'normal' eyes seemed to freeze, but the 2 green ones remained to shake, almost like they were angry. His movements seemed alot more forced and strained, nonetheless he managed to walk back infront of the pathetic boy. With one hand raised across his face, it immediately crashed down, leaving a vile scratch across the boys features and eyes, making blood pool everywhere. The boy's cry had echoed throughout the whole cave, it sounded forced and filled with fear. Blood then spluttered out of his mouth, Izzy figured it mustve hurt his throat badly.
The hobo's hand quickly relaxed again, and the 4 eyes unfroze. They looked around to see what had just happened, perhaps in confusion. Izzy saw this as a perfect opportunity to run, he had no chance of saving that young boy, so he may as well save himself. He quickly darted for the exit and made it out. The sky seemed to clear and it looked about mid-day, fortunately the hobo didnt follow. Just to be sure, he ran further into the woods in hopes he wouldnt get caught again.
