Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

Dissension.

The air around the trio carried a charge. A flurry of fresh snow wafted and danced around where they stood. The moonlight had become secluded behind greyish clouds, marring the visibility somewhat.

The revelation had both Pastor and Imp lost of words. An anger grew within the body of the imp, he knew he needed to protect what he had currently achieved here. There was no way he was stepping one foot into the realm below, it would almost mean instant death for him now. He also needed to keep his pastor safe and sound while up here - the more people that knew about his existence the more dangerous existing became.

The sandy blond continued to talk to the pastor. Their conversation was intangible, broken and difficult to take anything away from it due to the Imps own thoughts rushing through his skull. The only clear thing he could read was their body language - the pair had drawn closer together, arguing escalating and Craig's features were fixed with tension. His brows were furrowed with wine coloured cheeks, eye contact fixed with the others, one finger pointed a jab but his busted hand was curled into a fist. Anger and annoyance running wild through the pastor. And the other easily matched his energy.

It was only when their faces had drawn closer together, jaws clenched, the Imp decided now it was necessary to intervene.

A blink and you miss it moment. The imp spawned between the pair, forcing them apart. His fingers wove around the orange fabric of Kenny's coat, his own fiery gaze locking with the newcomer and baring razor sharp rows of teeth. If the pastor wasn't here, he would of sunk his teeth in by now. Instead, he lifted Kenny up into the air like he was nothing and brought him crashing down onto the bonnet of the car - denting it beyond real repair. His hands continued to pin the dazed dude down but the imp flashed a look back at the pastor.

He looked shaken, his frame was barely holding him up too - intoxication had settled into every fibre in his body. The imps grip loosened and left the the battered body of Kenny behind, now making his way back to the drunken pastor.

'Woah...' Tweek exhaled, his arms catching the weary pastor mid stumble. 'You had two bottles... You lightweight... Are... Um... You okay?' He tried his best to prop the floppy frame of Craig back up to his feet, but he ended up slipping through the imps arms - Tweek managed to catch his torso before he hit the floor. Unintentionally, the pastor let out a giggle as he was pulled closely to the imp while he tried to regain his feet.

'F-fine... I'm fine...' Drunken babble. 'Your - you're fine... Look at that...'

'C'mon, Craig... Let's get you home... You're-'

Blue eyes widened. Words still caught in his mouth but they melted into a sputter. It was Craig's eyes staring to the middle of his torso that helped to click that something was wrong. The pain came after.

Tweeks stare dropped to his stomach, a blue hued blade dripping in red protruded from within. As quickly as he realised what it was, it was wrenched back out again - leaving crimson to devour the colour of his shirt.

Coughing, the imp dropped to his knees - arms clutching at the fresh wound. Craig only stared back in horror as he realised who had inflicted such cruel intentions. The imps hair was pulled back, forcing him to sit up right from where he knelt and the blade returned around the front of his throat - pressure applied to his neck.

'That was a shitty move, Imp...' Kenny's tone growled, pulling Tweeks head back further which caused the imp to wince. 'But it made my job easier...' Ready to slice, Kenny's fingers curled tightly around the carved bone hilt.

Craig tried with everything in his might to clamber to his feet, he had to try and stop this. As soon as he found his footing, something swept him back and skidded him across the car park. As he recoiled, pushing himself up again - he could of sworn the sandy blonds eyes glowed icy.

'I'm not here to hurt you, Craig. Just stay down.' Kenny warned, his gaze piercing through the pastor. But his attention turned back to the struggling imp within his grasp. 'Bet you thought it was clever, hmm? Coming back as that tweaked out kid back from fourth grade.' The blade pushed further against Tweeks throat. Neither party understood what he was saying. 'Great cover, demon. Almost had me fooled too.' Teeth now bared. The whites of his knuckles apparent. 'But you're fucking up gods plans-'

'STOP!'

The sound that came from Craig's throat was almost primal. Both sets of eyes had fallen upon the shaking mess that was Craig. What was he to do? He was a mess! A drunken, pathetic excuse for a human... But it was enough of a distraction for Kenny.

The imp used his precious seconds of Kenny's distracted state to shrink from within his grasp. Of course, suddenly finding something within your hold gone was enough to send anyone into confusion - but Kenny tried to be quick to capture the minuscule imp but Tweek was simply faster. Taking his chance to slip behind the orange hooded character, and despite his weakened state, Tweek found it within him to return to normal size - his foot connected with the back of Kenny, sending him spiralling to the floor with a thud. Pain and anger could only take the reins, Tweek dropped himself upon him while claws ripped and teared - mostly shedding the stuffing from the others coat but occasionally finding skin. The other flailed his weapon, but it was to little avail once clawed hands found grip on the others skull - and collided it with the concrete.

Once again. Everything fell silent.