Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

Uninvited.

(Just a little note: Scott has a lisp but I don't want to write it into the dialog in that heavily implied style because it's not on! So it's all standard from here on out! The exception maybe the 'hey I'm Scott Malkinson' joke when someone takes the piss but I'll see how that may work. Thank you!)

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BUUUUUZZZZZ.

Craigs head popped out from the shower screen, his brow furrowing. Who on earth could that be? It was almost 10:30pm. Tricia would just let herself in and there was no way his parents would be awake at this time now, his father could barely make it through a family meal without dropping off.

BUUUUUZZZZZ.

Hurrying out of the bathroom, dressing himself as he made his way across the landing; trying not to stumble down the stairs as he went, he made it to the hallway.

BUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZ.

'Alright! I'm coming!' Craig barked back, fumbling for keys off the sideboard. Slipping the teeth of the front door key into the lock, it finally clicked open.

Pulling the door only slightly ajar, he peered out - he wasn't making the same mistake again so he ensured one of his feet set firmly behind the door to avoid anyone pushing it open further. He didn't like who he found waiting on his doorstep.

'Pastor Scott.' Eyes narrowing, Craig always refused to use his last name because he knew it rilled the other.

'Youth Pastor Tucker.' Visa versa, Scott would always include an emphasis on 'youth' and never forgot to use it before addressing Craig. Craig knew how much he liked to belittle him.

'What can I do for you, Scott? It's like half ten, I'm just getting ready for bed.' He shook some droplets from his darkened hair, he hasn't had a chance to run a towel through it properly.

'Just wanted to check in with you. Could you possibly let me in?' Scott Malkinsons his strong lisp asked, stepping closer to the door.

'Haven't you got a phone? You could'a just called?' Craig replied, sucking air through his teeth. But he stepped aside and waved the other pastor in.

'Thank you, Craig.' The other nodded, stepping inside, Craig rolled his eyes while the other wasn't looking. 'How have you been finding starting back to work? I hope it hasn't been too much?'

What was this about? Craig thought to himself. Again, this could of been done over the phone - even a text message!

'It's been fine, Pastor... Sessions have been going well and a few new people have joined too. It's been okay.' Craig shrugged his shoulders, not really sure what else to say. This felt a little premeditated.

Scott hummed, his eyes exploring the hallway in which they stood. 'Father Maxi tells me he is concerned... Yes... Apparently you've been taking some extra reading material home, books on the devil and the occult.' Scott spat, an interested eyebrow raised waiting for a response from the dark haired pastor.

Huffing, Craig folded his arms. 'I don't know what planet you live on, Scott but the father allowed me to take them home to read. I wanted to brush up on my knowledge of the occult so I would know what to look out for - Just in case anyone in our congregation expresses a means to go against gods words.' Craig scowled. 'Therefore, please get your facts right before berating me, Scott...' Green eyes narrowed. Why was he on to him? How was he on to him?

Scott furrowed his brow. 'Is that so..?'

'Yeah. I don't know how to make that clearer.' Exhaling, Craig kept a straight face. Scott had really turned into a jerk in his older years.