Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

Tweeks Act: Spurious

'So, uh... Fuck, this is weird. Hi! Sorry for this, kinda weird right? But it's great to finally meet our favourite readers - hot momma I'm talking to you especially, you know who you are.'

'Anyway, it's me - Kenny. Just jumping between the virtual pages to say; wasn't that last chapter a lot to take in and break down? Someone really needs to fire this writer, because dude... That was really something.'

'So, let us rewind a little - a POV of each character, right? Shit, if you're lucky - we'll have someone else to meet too! Al-right... let's jump back into it! Hopefully this time this guys got their head screwed on while writing! Love ya all, bitches! Oh and hot momma... Call me.'

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Tweeks Act:

'Errggh! Why won't they stop! Idiots! Idiots!' Tweeks internal monologue was frustrated with their current state of affairs. A disgruntled mix of emotions bubbled through his mind while he watched the trees pass by them through his human counterparts gaze. Surely they'd be searching high and low and from dusk til dawn if it was Craig's parents that were missing, or his sister. Why was this so different? Because Tweeks parents were murders? Because they made deals with devils? A concoction of annoyance, worry and stress that was slowly sending the imp into a state of mania. The confines of being within someone else's person and not having the control to express himself openly felt suffocating.

Perhaps he should take back his control?

But Craig's words convinced him otherwise.

Tweek could sense an uneasiness within his vessel. There was a feeling of curiosity and a willingness to help his imp, but the fear and the feeling of being lost in the dark overruled his need to please. There was more emotion here than that pastor ever expressed on the outside. With that, the Imp sucked it up and allowed Craig to continue his return to the car. At least he had his promise of a return tomorrow.

Progress of their return felt slow; maybe it was the unnerving silence between the three of them, or the lateness of the night had slowed their pace or perhaps... 'THEY WERE LOST?! Wait, I've seen that tree before... And that stone! Oh god!' This wasn't the case but the Imps mind tended to run more wild without reassurance. His worried thoughts appeared not to unseat the plodding pastor who continued on with his trek. But the Imp unceasingly gathered concern for their whereabouts, not to mention the air around them started to feel heavy - like a storm was beginning to brew above them. It didn't matter if it did, but that claustrophobic feeling of the air being close was unsettling, plus Tweek could sense Craig struggling against the cold.

They continued to push through the forest track for a few more drawn out moments, but a sudden prang of dread set ablaze to Tweeks mind while a sinking feeling in his gut forced him to take up the reins once more. Something was wrong. Using what control he had over Craig, he was able to force the pastor to a halt and plant him there for the time being - just while he scoped out the problem.

'Uh... Tweek? Is this you?'

Ignoring the words that fell from Craig's lips, the imp tried to calm his jittery feelings and concentrate on this abnormal sensation.

'Ugh, dude. I know this is important but I'd like not to freeze to death tonight. Let's just...'

It was like something whispered in his ear, beckoning the imp to investigate. He snapped the pastors head to look to the direction on their left, viewing the overgrowth and slender trunked trees. A narrow parting was visible amongst the wintered brambles and withered bushes. That was the way they needed to go, something they needed to see lurked that way.

'There-there's something there...' Tweeks now mousey voice eventually spoke up and echoed inside the pastors head. Of course, every option was weighed - what if it was a trap? Some more creeps could be waiting there for them. A dead end? A trick to get them more lost? But the need to find his parents whereabouts overruled each thought.