Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

Coercion.

'So... Guess we got their attention?'

'Yeah no shit, dickface.'

'Wanna come say that to my face, Blondie?'

'For fuck sake... Can we have one car ride where it doesn't divulge into bickering and name calling?' Craig, already sick to the back teeth of the two blonds constant back and forth, tried to be the voice of reason today. He was already dealing with an emotionally unstable demon in the back of the car, he didn't want the 'prone to stabbing' angel in the front to be pissed off too.

'Alright, dad.' Kenny rolled his eyes before keeping his focus solely on the road. Craig struggled to find the amusement in the jab but he let it slide for now. 'Surprised it took this long, usually when you start picking off the lackies - the big bads get ticked off pretty quick.'

'Well, it's definitely a trap or something right?' Craig asked, eyes still remaining on the bundle of fiery emotions behind him. The last thing he wanted was for his ticked off imp lunging forward and sending all of them off the road.

'Ohh, 100%. Not gonna lie, choir boy - thought it was gonna be you that'd be the bait.' Kenny continued, 'I was kinda looking forward to hearing fangs back their grovel for me to help him get ya back.'

'So...' Ignoring his last comment. He refused to entertain Kenny's snide remarks tonight.  'Have we got an actual plan or are we going in all guns blazing? Because I feel like we should have some sort of plan.' This had all seemed like a whirlwind, one minute they were at the house showing Kenny what had been posted through his front door - the next, well suddenly they were all in the car ready to go in all guns blazing. He should of never of left the couch or the blankets.

'Damn, what happened to 'punch first ask questions later' Craig - you suck, my dude.' Kenny chuckled under his breath. 'Look, I have no plan. They've given us a location; I don't know what that place is, I don't know if they've got it surrounded, I don't know man.'

'Reassuring.' Craig sighed, slumping back into the chair - already feeling defeated. Fingers fumbled in his jacket pocket for the note and photograph again, his mind was still trying to make sense of it. He flipped them over again and again, searching for anything that might help to turn this car around and come back another day. 'Why Tweeks parents though? Do we know they've got them? Hardly seems like leverage enough to ensure we're gonna roll on up to them, they killed him and he hates them.'

'I wanna kill them...' Snarls came from behind the pair up front.

'There's their leverage. I reckon they hope that if blondie bumps them off - it'll keep him off their back.' Kenny at least assumed, there was some doubt in the back of his mind.

'This is stupid. If you really want them dead, why not just leave them there - surely these freaks aren't just gonna let them go.' Craig retorted, eyes flickering back and forth between the window and the rabid imp.

'It's not a guarantee though, I reckon that's what they're betting on.' The sandy blond replied, fingers gripping the wheel a little tighter than before. 'You're not coming in anyway, I need you to stay with the car.'

'Wait- What?!' Craig glowered. 'I'm not leaving you two dipshits to get killed.'

'You're still fucked from yesterday, you were almost demon chow remember.' Kenny tried to get the pastor to step down, last thing he needed was Craig getting all gooey again for Tweek.

'This is fucking insane, you two are fucking insane - I'm not leaving you to just walk on into a deathtrap without-'

Hands grabbed ahold of the pastors head from behind, their gnarly talons sinking into his skull. The constant back and forth had gotten to Tweek now and he needed to shut either one of them up. Craig was the safer option. There was no pain, not a mummer from Craig. Just a horrified yell that leapt from Kenny's mouth as he slammed on the breaks. It didn't stop Tweek from finishing what he set out to achieve. Instead more of his hands, arms, shoulders began to meld with Craig's entity before the imp had dissipated from current existence. Craigs body slumped against the chair, motionless and paled.

Kenny, still horrified by what he had witnessed, questioned if he had just witnessed a murder or a possession. His gloved hand reached out, finding Craig's shoulder and giving him a firm shake.

'Dude... Dude... Wake up... Jesus Christ, c'mon big guy - wake the fuck up...' He continued to prod and poke his lifeless carcass but to no avail. 'Ah shit!' Had that psycho actually taken the pair of them out of this world just for the sake of it? 'Craig?!' One of Kenny's hand gripped the side of Craig's face while the other searched his neck for a pulse to determine any signs of life. As he turned the pastors head to face him, green eyes appeared dull and blood trickled from his nose. 'Fuck... FUCK!' Through gritted teeth, he knew he needed to pull him out and commence some sort of CPR - he had to try and save his friend. His hand reached over towards the passenger side door and began to fumble for the lock, but as he leant across - something stopped his breathing.

Coughing, spluttering - Kenny clawed desperately to release the sudden hand wrapped around his throat. He could feel nails piercing into his skin while his windpipe crushed. 'C-Craig?' He coughed, suddenly his lifeless friend was back in the room - except he was far from normal. Kenny's body was pushed backwards to his side of the car before the hand released. It sent Kenny doubling over, his body gasping for precious air.

Seated bolt upright, Craig was kinda there - still dressed the same, his frame remained untouched, darkened hair still poked out from under his hat, but now he bared some similar features to his bonded imp. Glowing red eyes replaced green ones, under thin lips bared pointed fangs, horns were now protruding from his forehead that pushed his eared hat back somewhat and beneath his hat, his ears were pointed. His skin was a little more haggard in appearance, especially around the eyes. Claws donned the tips of his fingers and folded behind his back, a set of leathery wings.

Kenny was still recoiling from the crushing force around his neck, 'Dude... Safe word next time... Fuck...' He choked again but oxygen had begun to replenish. First, he slouched back into his seat before turning his head to check in on Craig. 'Holy shit...' Whispering at his friends new appearance. 'That's... That's creepy as shit... Any impure thought I had about Craig Tucker in the past - I take it back...' Wide eyed, he didn't dare get any closer to the Tweek/Craig amalgamation that was happening before him.

The possessed Craig spent a moment studying his hands before slender fingers explored his face - poking at his pointed horns and fingers running their way through his dark hair. Its attention soon turned back to Kenny.

'Drive.' Its voice was a mixture of both Tweek's and Craig's, nasally but with a higher pitch. Tweek had the control for now.

'Yup. Yup. Got it.' Kenny wasn't arguing with the miffed off imp, so got back to work firing up the engine once again. 'I reckon you could have told him to shut up... I think he woulda listened to you. This is insane... You're a creepy dude, man.'

'He wasn't going to take no for an answer.' The imp spoke, the voice had honestly put poor Kenny on edge. It was so unnatural. 'He doesn't get to miss out now.'

'Please... Please stop talking...'

With that, the car rumbled back into life and the pair (trio? Craigs still in there... right?) followed the road once more in search of their destination.