DNF- The devils favorites

Who are they?

Mentions of Witchcraft, Satanism, foul language and ghosts.

It was around 8 in the morning, and after three hours of difficult sleep Tubbo woke groggily. He rolled out of bed and checked the time, he had medical school at 10. He looked around his small cramped room, it was filled with spell jars and crystals and books and a small clothes drawer.

His window was decorated with hand woven dreamcatchers that George would make him for their holidays. A strong smell of pure insence which Quackitys boyfriend gifted him recently. The only outsider he trusted.

After finally rolling out of bed, he yawned loudly before leaving his small room. The house smelled of dried oranges, hazelnuts and cinnamon. George is making pancakes he thought happily, walking over to the bathroom, banging on the door.

"Quackity get out of there right now!" Tubbo yells, knowing it will take him a good ten minutes to pry him out of there.

"KIRAN WILL BE HERE IN TEN MINUTES, I HAVE TO LOOK MY BEST." He hears quackity wail frantically from the other side of the door. Considering Kiran is here every day this was a normal occurrence.

"I'm sure it looks fine so move it! Or I'm stealing your Marjoram!"

The door flew open. "Don't go anywhere near my herbs you little shit, it took me forever to find them."
Quackity says, leaning against the door, narrowing his eyes at the younger boy.

"Then don't take so long in the mornings. MOVE please." Tubbo replies, pushing the protesting Mexican out of his way.

Once he finished up in the bathroom (combing his hair, brushing his teeth) He ran downstairs to the sight of George serving up pancakes and Quackity scoffing his down already. It was just like any other morning.

"Morning Tubs! Made you your favorite." George smiles, placing the pan he was just using onto the wooden counter next to him.

"Morning George!" Tubbo watched the pan slide into the kitchen sink on the other side of it, and smiled widely.
"And morning ghostbur!"

He sat down and quickly ate his pancakes, downing a cup of coffee. Just as he finished Kiran came bursting through the door. He was sweating a ton and looked as if he had seen a ghost. Whilest both Quackity and Tubbo where worried George found it humorous.

"Amo- Babe" Quackity quickly corrected himself, remembering how much Kiran didn't like using Spanish endearments, which even though annoyed him he could compromise.
"Whats wrong?"

"Guys..you've got to go to the church. Right now. They all think you did it and there going to call the police on you if you don't show up soon."

They all shot up, an alarmed look on their faces. What had they done now? So they all put on there shoes and ran out the house, walking quickly through the streets were many where staring and whispering. This wasn't good.

When they finally got there they all stood in complete shock. The church had been vandalised. All of the windows where smashed in, and the massive cross ontop of the building was turned upside down, an act of Satanism. There was a crowd surrounding it, and the second the Coven was in sight they where ambushed with accusations.

"You did this you filthy wiccas!"
"You'll burn in hell for this. The Lord will make you pay."
"How could you do this after we allowed you into our village out of the goodness of our hearts!"

Sam stepped forwards, and he looked pissed. "I offer you a chance to redeem yourself last night. And THIS is how you repay us?!"

Angry shouts echoes through the morning air, devastated people pointing and wailing in eachovers arms. Tubbo finds it pathetic. But fear took over as people started walking towards them, closing in. So he walked behind George, shielding himself from the glares. Quackity was shouting stuff in Spanish as his boyfriend was begging for him to calm down and just apologise.