Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

House Guest.

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'Sooo... do you have a girlfriend? Boyfriend?'

Trivia's voice snapped the imp back to reality. The question had momentarily taken him aback. The start of their car journey was a barrage of questions from Tricia; where he lived: Portland. What was he doing here: Friends. What he did for work: barista. Did he like it here: I guess. And so on until an awkward silence grew between them. Tweek had spent the remainder of his time staring out of the window, observing the snow capped mountains and the townsfolk going about their everyday lives. Shopping. Working. Walking. Coffee with friends. Mundane human stuff. He couldn't help but take in every little detail until her words disturbed his watchfulness rather abruptly.

'Ach... n-no. No... Can't stay in one place long enough.' His answer might of been awkward but it might of been enough to keep her from prying further. Relationships in the pits of hell seemed overly complicated and he kept himself well away from getting close to anyone there.

'Interesting.' Was her reply, taking the next corner carefully.

Interesting how? Why did she need to pry so much? 'Hardly.' He went back to staring out of the window once more, watching the sun disappear behind some clouds. The scenery around them began to change as they approached a more residential area. The houses were somewhat of decent size, some residents were shovelling fresh snow from their driveways - it was quaint. Eventually, the car slowed and turned off the road, veering into a small driveway. The house before them was slightly smaller than the ones further along but the outside looked well kept and seemed overly inviting.

'C'mon, hero! I'll show you around - I'll just grab some of Craig's clothes and overnight things and get back.' Tricia spoke, unbuckling her seat belt and slipping out of the car door. The imp copied, climbing out and closing the door with a slam. He slinked around and joined the sibling at her side. 'You'll be okay on your own, yeah? I'll leave you my number by the phone stand in case you need us.' She assured, uncertain about how much the events of the previous night had affected the blond man.

'Y-yeah... I'll be fine. Thank you, again... None of you needed to open your home up to me like this... I'll call if I need anything!' He nodded a few times. The imp was uncertain as to how he'd remain and exist in this town, with no way 'home' he could conjuror himself - he'd hope to bend the will of the people he met as a way of getting by. It was just unfortunate that he was bound to a man of the cloth rather than your average small town inhabitant. If the pastor and his clergy were to banish the demon back to his fiery home - he'd be disgraced.

With his mind busy, he followed the girl inside.

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'So that concludes the tour, like I said if you need anything just give me a call - one of us will be over to help you out.' Tricia drew to a stop by the front door, the imp had followed as carefully as possible around the pastors house. It was tidy, everything had its place, but it was definitely a one man lives alone deal. Tricia had picked out Craig's belongings and shoved them in a backpack as they went along viewing each of the rooms. 'Help yourself to food, drink, some clothes. He won't mind, just get yourself back on your feet for now. And get some sleep!' With that, she opened the door. 'Catch you later, Tweek!' She flashed him a smile before hopping out and setting the door to.

'B-bye.'

Well, what to do first.

He listened for the car engine to roar back to life and leave the residence. A long sigh escaped his lips once he was alone once more. Now he could finally stretch.

Turning on his toe, the demon shedded it's human form - once again revealing cloven feet and folded wings. He extended his limbs as he walked back through the hallway - his human form was way too cramped for his liking.

Sleep. Food. Shower. Sleep. Food. Shower.
The imp perched his gangly form on the corner of the couch, weighing up his current options.

'Shower first... Find clothes... Find food... Eat, watch tv... Sleep? Pretend to be a human... Do human things.' He mumbled aloud, finally deciding on a plan. It was all too strange, he couldn't recall his past human life and the things he used to do - it felt so long ago. Maybe he'd enjoy them.

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'This is amazing!' Tweeks face beamed as the hot shower water coated his body. The residue of human blood finally washing away.

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'Woah... it's so warm.' The imp pulled a jumper over his head, hiding wings again in the process.

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'He... has coffee...' he mumbled through a mouthful of cookies while searching through the pastors pantry.

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'Humans don't need us... This guys done enough sinning for the entire human race...' The demon made commentary as he sat cross legged on the couch, tv switched on, several mugs of coffee around him and various snacks and food dotted beside him. He was watching some day time reality tv show, the tag line for the current guest was; 'I'll marry you if you prove you only cheated 16 times!' Humans. So fascinating.

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'Why does he keep a ball of fluff as a pet?' The imp found himself up in the study, in the corner remained a rather large enclosure for one stripped Guinea pig that the imp pried himself over. He could sense it's rapid heartbeat, therefore he wasn't sure if it could sense he was different or if this was just how these creatures were. It didn't half smell either. Curiosity got the better of the imp, opening its cage and just sticking one clawed finger inside.

Bite.

'Ow! Fuck..! You bit me! You evil little rat!' The imp recoiled, cradling his bloodied tip of his finger. He was impressed with how bold this tiny creature was. 'I shoulda eaten you for that... ach!'

'Go on. Dare ya!'

Tweeks eyes narrowed, peering forward again into the Guinea pigs enclosure. 'What the fuck..?' He swore, questioning everything in this world again. Did that little rodent just speak to him. His brow furrowed, bearing pointed teeth to threaten it. 'You're not a pet... You're a-'

With that. The imp was whisked off his feet.

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