A Hybrid's Purpose (A Dave x John Fanfiction)

Chapter Nine

Authors note(1):
This is not, your lord and savior Kris-chan, much to some of your chagrin, this is Killkatrat, a friend of hers. Rather unfortunately my writing style is much different and you must deal with my 3rd person shenanigans, and I am a moderate writer at best.
At any rate, let's get on with the show.

Authors Note(2): hate to bust up in here reel quick; you'll all know when I write when it is in first person, and when Killkatrat is writing by his third person, and unique writing style. (Kris, be more creative like Killkatrat, what are you doing you potato, he typed like 1043 words out of this whole chapter) now legitsy lets get started~
(Don't know how tf to credit my friend, but y'all go and follow him he's amazing)

Terezi was rather pleased with tonight's weather turnout, and deeply inhaled the chilly mixture of smells, a sharper image than normal. The mugginess of the day was always a pain, muddling the smells of the wonderful world. Night had no such issue. Gamzee was inclined to agree with Terezi on the glory of the night, if only for the reason that the sun reminded him too much of the burning star at his own home. The pair were currently poised atop a random apartment complex, one titled Laurel Oaks in bold red letters, of which Terezi found delightful and Gamzee hilarious. I mean, Laurel Oak? Those are two different trees, man! Although in retrospect, laughing at the name for a full ten minutes had probably expired the joke's warranty for breaking their cover. As of the moment, Gamzee was sitting down on the rough roof, and Terezi was standing on said tiles with her cane propped against her shoulder.

"Well." She started, gazing in his general direction. "Should we begin?"
Gamzee stood. "Yeah, my muthafuckin sis!" he replied. She grinned, sharklike teeth gleaming in the moonlight.
"Then let us begin." She sniffed the air, smelling for any familiar scents, but unsure where to start. Gamzee figured she could do with some help and sidled up to her. "Y'know, Janey always smelled like cakes n' stuff. Maybe we co-" He was stopped by a palm in his face, Terezi stock still on the other end of it.
"I can smell something." She observed, as if all was clear. Gamzee rolled his eyes.
"You always can, sis." He got a slap in reply.
"I smell pie. Blueberry pie. She's out there." Gamzee smiled disjointedly.
"Well let's muthafucking go get piesis, eh?"
"Yes. Let's." And, they were off. Leaping down two stories and dashing on without breaking pace, the pair sprinted together into the city. After a good thirty minutes of searching, the duo found themselves in a local park. They stopped, flopping onto a wooden bench in a brief moment of completely harmonious thinking. The thought, of course, was
"Holy shit I'm tired as hell." Languidly, Gamzee turned to his companion and raised an eyebrow. "How 'bout that pie shit, sniff sis?" he questioned. She turned, annoyed.
"Fine. It's just that I'm tired, why do you always gotta rely on me?" He thought about it. "Cuz you the best at watchu do, 'rezi."

She huffed. "Don't call me that."

An awkward silence followed, before finally being broken by a particularly pleased owl, offering the night a "HOO HOO HOO!" before allowing the two to awkwardly continue their conversation. Terezi stood again, breathing in deeply through her nose.
"It's this way. We're close." she muttered, striding off toward some unknown street. Gamzee followed, tired of her already. As they walked, her sniffing the air like a bloodhound and him lazily eyeing the surrounding buildings; they each contemplated the relationship they shared. It was a weird one, to say the least. It was like a kismesis when there was no business, but when there was business they only business. An odd description, but one apt for an odd pair. Terezi stopped, Gamzee following suit.

Ahead of them sat a small bakery, golden light streamed from quant windows while a similar warm glow lit up a simple sign that read Taste of Prospit. They stood in shock, their trail leading up to this, final location. A bakery. The windows were open on the shop, and the smell of blueberry pie wafted out of them onto the street, almost having a physical presence.
Terezi moaned and slumped onto the sidewalk, defeated. Gamzee walked up to her, patting her on the shoulder, a pang of sympathy allowing them brief respite from their normal hateful relationship.
"We should get some." he said, pulling her up.
"What, pie?" she asked.
"Yeah. Might as well get something out of today.." he answered. Terezi rolled the thought over in her mind, before coming to a conclusion.
"Yes. Let's get some pie." The shop was a pleasant change from the outside, the once refreshing cold had now become oppressive, the warm golden interior of the bakery proving a welcome juxtapose. A prospitan in brightly coloured garb waved to them cheerfully behind the counter.
"How can I help you two?" she asked cheerfully, slipping off the oven mitts she was wearing. Terezi stepped up to the counter, sniffing toward her.
"One blueberry pie, if you will." she answered, after a suitable amount of smelling commenced. She chuckled and grabbed a steaming pie from under the counter, with her mitts on.
"How much?" She asked, opening her wallet as her partner began to steal ten forks and three knives for no apparent reason from the utensil rack.
"Twenty dollars, for the whole thing!" said the carpacian cheerfully. Terezi pawed through her wallet, eventually forking over a card that was in turn quickly swiped.
"Gamzee, stop whatever the hell you're doing and come and get the pie. You wanted it, you hold it." He complied, sauntering over to the pan and grabbing it by the base, immediately burning his hands and earning a cackle from Terezi and a guilty titter from the prospitan. She indicated the two covered handles on the side, and waved them off cheerfully as they headed out the door, absorbing the aroma of the pie.
"So. Where are we going to eat this?" asked Terezi, her normal brisk walk ahead of him exchanged for a slower pace in order to properly smell the pie. "Dunno. Maybe the park or something. Get a room at a motel." He indicated a table in the park, a small wooden thing that looked as old as the city itself. She chuckled.
"Heh. Sounds like a plan." The two looked at eachother, and began to laugh. They didn't know why, but something about the whole situation was inherently funny. A distance away, the prospitan inside the shop tittered, shutting the windows.
"Kids these days." She said to herself. The lights went out, and she stepped into the back room into her bed, pulling a book from her bookshelf and settling in. For the first time in awhile, Mrs. Paint smiled.

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I rubbed my eyes with a groan; tongue trailing over the dry interior of my mouth as I allowed my eyes to adjust to the light around me. The sun was no longer high in the sky, but now rested behind the trees; painting the sky in a beautiful array of hues of blue, violet, and red. I pulled myself to sit as I observed where I was.

Good news, I was still in the clearing. Bad news? I was half sure I was about to die of starvation. My stomach made a savagely lurch and disturbing gurgle to imply I was long due for a meal of some sort— whether that meal be a small rabbit, lizard, or deer; I needed protein none the less. I let out another throaty groan as I pulled myself up, slowly standing and stretching as I contemplated where I would go next. The stream I saw earlier seemed plausible, not only that but my throat felt as if I swallowed a cubic ton of sand.

After stumbling to the stream, I knelt and cupped my hands before furiously gulping down water; handful after handful until my stomach stung from the lack of food and over abundance of water. I panted, catching my breath that I had lost whilst chugging.
"Now what..." I sighed, glancing around. I hadn't hunted in so long... I was beginning to doubt my ability to do so; per-say I could hunt, it wouldn't be very well. Perhaps I could set traps?
No, that would take too long. I needed to eat now. I bit at my lip as I stood back up, turning my head to see a small finch. My mouth watered ever so slightly. Would I be able to keep up with the agile little creature in my weakened state?
Fuck it, I had to try.
I watched the finch a bit longer before slowly spreading my wings. I bit my lip harshly; my wings were so sore. The finch seemed unphased, and kept hopping and chirping cheerfully. I tried my best to focus, then I pounced forward.
Okay, wow. That was easier than I remembered it being. And dinner was only a snap of the neck away. I opened my palm, the finch stared up at me. I arched a brow; it didn't resist me or anything. That was... Unatural. It creeped me out. Prey didn't just let the predator win and take its life.

SCREEEE!!

The finch let out an ear piercing schreech, and sunk it's tiny little beak into my finger. I quickly shook my hand, but the little yellow bird was latched onto my ring finger; twittering and flapping about widly, I began to smack the bird a bit to try to get the damn thing off, and eventually I succeeded—
In smacking the bird off so hard, it fell a distance away- so much in fact it flew away.
"How do you feel John; you just got outsmarted by a bird with the brain the size of a cherry pit..." I muttered, sucking on my slightly injured finger as I shook my head. Now that's just great. Off flew my dinner, and the sun was almost completely gone. I was hungry, my body ached, and my self esteem was now at a low via finch bird. I stood up, shaking my hand a bit more. Things couldn't go right for me just once, could they?

I heard a soft, almost taunting... Tweet. I looked up in a tree nearby, seeing that damned bird.
"Oh you son of a bitch..." I hissed, propelling myself upward towards the bird. It jumped from its branch and flew up higher as I chased it.
"Not this time, you little yellow feather ball!" I called out as I chased.
"Tweet, tweety tweet tweet," it seemed to reply as I grew closer to it. I reached my hand out, straining before snatching the bird once more.

Success nevertheless so good.