Scenario: VALAK doesn't understand why they didn't kill them. They were a demon, a VERY powerful at that. But here they are, playing babysitter with the hodgson children…
(Author: I didn’t create this fandom or did not draw for the character in this post.)
Warning ⚠️: Cursing, horror, and demonic
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The buss stoped in front of the pickup spot.
Parents stood at the buss stop. Some leaning on nearby fences, some chatting with other parents, or Some sat in their cars waiting for their children to get from the buss in there cars with no interaction from anybody.
It was a fall weather afternoon. The chilled breeze nipped at skin ever so slightly causing goosebumps as the leaves were a mix from green, orange, to red scattered in the trees. The sound of leaves wrestling up against each other and babbling of people was a normal thing to expect. The smell of the chilled breeze and gas of the cars was intoxicating.
A familiar sound of a big metal honk was heard and loud stoping of breaks. Parents gathered around as a big yellow scrappy buss came to a stop. Kids open up the windows to wave at their parents eagerly.
The buss doors creak open with a harsh metal scraping noise. The rust smell coming from the small narrow bus doors have been growing for months on it. Kids got off one by one reunited with their parents once more. It wasn't long until there was little children and parents left now.
Small red boots on the buss steps getting off. 3 other types of colorful boots did the same.
"Bye Mr. Knox!" The second oldest hodgson girl, Janet said as her siblings got off the bus with her. The old withering buss driver muffled something under his breath.
"Don't mention it" The bus driver mumbled, shutting the doors as it creaked once again fully shutting taking off. This lead to the Hodgson siblings left on the curb, seemingly having no one to go to as all the parents and children have left already.
“Let's go, Moms probably working late tonight. It’s getting cold out here" Margret, the oldest hodgson child said, taking the hand of her younger brothers billy and Johnny. Janet’s hands found her backpack straps while her red boots squished walking down the wet London side walk.
Everyone was gone. No one at the sidewalk making it a quiet atmosphere. A little too quiet than it should when outside. It wasn’t long when a feeling of being watched came on the children. Janet, feeling this more than her siblings, she’s turn her head to a dark alleyway. It seems darker than usual.
Her stoping caused her siblings to stop too. They all were looking into the alleyway.
“Valak is behind the trashcan in there” Janet’s voice cuts the air as she pointed to the dark alleyway nonchalantly. Eerie Silence followed that statement. All the Hodgson children was now looking into the dark alleyway like in a trance.
Slowly, a slight movement was seen in the dark. It was a shadow, darker than the alleyway itself. Far in the darkness, two gold eyes like dying embers blink open. The darkness intensified while the eyes glowed around them.
The shadow glide slowly on the wall of the alleyway emerging to stay in the dark but seen to the children. It was tall and getting bigger by the second. No outside light daring to enter.
“. . . 𝙈𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝘼𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙“
The voice was ..formal one can say? The voice isn’t like one you hear everyday. Cold with an ancient knowledge to it, like it burned down ruins before this age came to be. Think of it like this, a person that has rehearsed every sentence for 300 years to sound cool.
“ Dude, you were behind a trash can.”
“ 𝐈 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭. “
A white face appeared. The face was pasty white with bony, narrow features. Those piercing gold eyes mixed with the black, white, and gray smoke were the only pop of color.
Valak fully emerged. A long, flowing black hooded robe covered them. An off-white wimple covered the neck and shoulders, along with a stiffened black headpiece, a rope waist belt, and a prominent gold cross necklace.
Still having the nun appearance, the clothing seemed less striking than usual. The gold eyes remained the same, though.
“You still look creepy,” Janet said quietly.
“𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠,” Valak responded flatly through a rough tone. They emerged completely from the alleyway now standing next the the Hudson children.
“You hid behind a trashcan.”
Billy snorted quietly beside Margret. Valak slowly turned their head.
“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.”
“A little,” Billy admitted.
Cold wind drifted through the London streets as they continued walking home. Streetlights flickered overhead while cars passed and strangers disappeared into the night. People moved around them naturally. Except when they noticed.
Then shoulders stiffened. Conversations quieted. Feet moved faster. No one knew why. Maybe they didn’t need to. The city felt normal.
“𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲?” Valak asked. The children and them were not even close to the hodsog home
 Do demons always complain this much?” Janet shot back.
Margaret held her brothers hand tighter. Ever since the entity had attached itself to Janet, it had never truly left.
In some strange, twisted way, it had become something like a babysitter. A demonic shadow lurking behind every normal moment. Margaret wasn’t sure if that made things better. Or worse.
“𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.”
“And somehow you’re still impatient.”
“ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧”
“But you stick around” Billy pointed out. Margret’s hand tightened on Billy’s.
“Strategic observation,” Valak repeated quietly.
Janet smiled, she nor her siblings believe that one bit.
Gold eyes glanced toward them briefly before turning back toward the path before them.
Ancient, strange, unsettling, those words still fit. They always would. But fear had a strange way of changing when it stayed long enough. What once felt terrifying slowly became familiar.
Cold wind drifted through London’s dark streets as streetlights glowed overhead. Cars passed. People laughed somewhere in the distance. Life carried on. And somehow…
Gold eyes lifted briefly toward the cloudy night sky. Silent, Watching, Existing. Ancient things rarely disappear, sometimes they just simply become part of the story.
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(𝐀/𝐮: I hope y’all enjoy this but I sure did! Again sorry for being the late writer but I needed to get this out cause I LOVE this AU ❤️! See you my little warriors, have a great afternoon, morning, and night )
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