Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

Ugly Luck.

'Oh... I'm sorry... I hadn't quite finished!' Huffing, the imp arose from his chair and started to pace the end of the bed. 'If you die...' he pointed to the dark haired pastor. 'I go straight back to hell, straight back into the fire but... But so do you!' He stopped, hands curling around the frame at the foot of the bed. 'You're part of me. And I'll have to tear that soul of yours kicking and fucking screaming if you end it!'

'Bullshit.' Craig retorted, he was done with the parlour games and the stupid reasoning. He was now a man of the church, he had repented his sin, he wasn't going anywhere but the high heavens. Even if the words the imp uttered were true, perhaps there was a way to break this unspoken deal.

The imp couldn't help but laugh a little. Of all the people he was now stuck with. 'Nothing but the truth, Pastor. I swear...' His nostrils flared, calming down once again. 'Are you... Are you not glad you are still here? A second chance at mundane human life...' Tweek tried to coo.

The silence between them grew once more. The pastor had no reply.

'I'm... I'm sorry this has happened to you... I know you didn't ask for this... and all the church stuff... blah, blah, blah... It sucks.' Tweek dropped on the end of the bed, laying his back into the mattress while staring at the ceiling. 'May-maybe there's a chance we could make this work?'

Craigs face furrowed once more, was he really suggesting that he should keep him about? And why was he tempted by this? Because that's what they do... Duh!

'If I had my way, I wouldn't have chosen a church man... but... and don't shoot the messenger... per-perhaps we could work together..?' The imp spoke as softly as he could, eyes still watching the ceiling where he lay. 'I think you've got what it takes... You could change this town, make it in your vision - rid the sin, cleanse the people... make it the most peaceful town on earth, yeah? People would love you. Just you at the centre of it all. I could help you. '

Craig hadn't felt popularity since he left school. Always getting in trouble, flipping off teachers - well it came with some kind of allure that people liked. That stuff just never flew at college and since then, he found he spent most of his time as a loner.

He reminded himself that this was only temptation by the imp.

'Please... Could you just go for now..?' Craig asked, voice cracking, it was too much. He struggled to process these new revelations and was exhausted. Part of him wanted to tear the lanky blond apart, the other side just wanted to hunker down and cry. He huffed, his head dropping to his chest to avoid looking the imp in the eye.

The imp simply nodded. He understood.

'Yeah.. of course...' Probably the only words he'd spoken slowly all night, but the imp nodded and accepted the pastors request. 'But if you need me... Any time-'

'I won't.' Craig's voice was blunt and to the point. 'Just go.'

'Yup... Go it...' The look of disappointment was written upon the imps face but he refused to let the other see. With that, Tweek found his feet once more and moved towards the centre of the room.

'See you someday, Pastor Tucker...'

A breeze whipped around the room and by the time the pastor looked up again the imp was gone.

Craigs head rolled back into the pillow, eyes gazing at the ceiling. Tears littered the pastors face.

'This is Peru all over again.'

...

Well, that went as poorly as predicted - Tweek thought, walking down snow filled sidewalk. A fresh flurry of snow wafted around him as he walked, flecks dousing his hair and clothes. Gutted was an understatement, the imp hoped the pastor would have been a little more open armed about the whole thing. He thought perhaps the temptation of his own Utopia would of been enough to entice the pastor to work together.

Never mind. It was a long shot.

'Why didn't you just possess him... ERGH! You're so useless..!' Running his hands through his hair, the imp grew more stressed. What was he to do? Where was he to go? His shoes scuffed the layer of snow as he continued to make tracks, heading towards the town.

His safest bet was to head back to the pastors home, he knew he wouldn't be welcome there when the pastor eventually returned from his hospital stay but he could loiter a day or so.

Or, he remembered, the pastors so called pet offered him a way out too. It might be his only real option now.

Drawing to a halt, the imp pictured the house - imagining himself in the living room. Readying his body to hop from one place to another. All ready to leave, something broke his concentration and forced him to stop and abandon his plan.

Rustling sounded from behind a boarded up building to his right. A clatter of metal bin lids crashing to the floor. It peaked his interested and soon had the imp sniffing out any immediate danger. Exploring the alleyway beside the building carefully, it turns out it was absolutely nothing for the imp to get excited for. Just a couple of raccoons scrounging the bins for a morsel of food. The pair looked at their intruder, gave a hiss and scampered off into the night.

Sigh.

This town was pretty boring. He decided to peer in through the broken window of the abandoned, he guessed shop, checking anything of interest.

A rush of familiarisation filled the imp, his eyes darting about the hull of the building. Broken chairs and tables scattered the floor, a counter sat tucked away in the back of the room. Everything was damaged and a thick layer of dust coated almost everything in sight.

What was this place? He thought, feeling awfully weirded out by its aura. He felt some strange connection to the building. Stepping away, he decided that tonight probably wasn't the best time for exploring. His mood had taken a bit of a plummet. With an end to his curiosity for now, he left nothing but tracks in the snow.

And Tweak coffee house remained silent once more.

...

'He did that to you?'

'Shut up.'

'Ahaaahaaahaa!'

The little Guinea pig rolled over in it's cage, the deep laugh leaving it's tiny body. Tweek was not impressed by his mockery of his bruised nose.

'Oh... Oh... That's so funny! He got you good!' The demon heaved, trying to settle down. 'It's a shame he won't just keep you around so I can watch your ass get beat!'

'I should pluck each of your whiskers off!' The imp snapped back. 'Look... Can we get this over with?'

'You sure you wanna do this?'

'...yes.'

'You know you just can't come back? You'll have to wait-'

'I know.'

'Oh-Kay...'

He made up his mind. He was going back to the underworld for now. As much as he probably could find mischief and mayhem to cause, he'd undoubtedly be caught out by the pastor and his friends.

Chanting filled the study, the light flickering above them as the floor began to groan and shake. Under the imps feet appeared the same sigil as before, glowing brightly under scuffed shoes.

Tweek closed his eyes and bared his fists at his side. The room consumed briefly with hellfire and silence. He was gone. The charred sigil remained embedded on the floor.

'Good riddance.' Hummed the Guinea, returning to its bowl of food.