Bet you all thought this was gone forever.

Finally drew my friends' OCs! Hood, Aaron, and Vetster belong to @fernlom and Denim and Tress belong to @gkatte.

(Woo hoo, world building!) “Why should we believe you Legion?” Apostle asked, standing with his brother's the Fivefold before Legion in the abandoned warehouse that he frequently stayed in. “Cause what purpose would me telling you about a new threat that even I couldn’t do anything to do for me? I’m telling you, the Veterinarian has turned.” “Listen Legion” Prophet shook his head “you know us, if Vet has turned, that's for the heroes like Hood and Aaron to take care of, we don’t normally get involved in matters like that” “But if you idiots do nothing, it will become your problem anyway cause guess what, Hood and Aaron did try, he made them into a monster.” Legion’s expression was one of true fear, his normal cocky arrogance completely wiped away. “Each and everyone of the demons in me fear him, more than they fear you.” The Evangelist looked confused “How is that possible, demons fear nothing greater than the presence of the Lord.” “You haven’t met me then” Vetster called out from down the Warehouse corridor. “Hello, I am Vetster, you must be the Fivefold correct?” Pastor gripped his cane tightly, standing between Legion and Vetster. “Did you harm this man here?” “Physically no. But mentally and emotionally oh yes. “ Vetster replied with a chuckle. Pastor’s grip on his staff tightens, his scowl grows. With an angry roar he rushed forward towards Vetster, staff in hand. Vetster smirks, his scythe ready. Pastor swung his cane, Vetster side stepping just in time, swinging his scythe, cleanly slicing off Pastor’s head. “Pastor!” Apostle cried out. Vetster grinned. “You are not Ultra's are you? You are normal human beings given power by an ethereal force.” “If by ethereal force you mean God then yes, and we are going to sue that force to take you down.” Evangelist remarks through gritted teeth, his fists engulfed in flames. Vetster’s void grin widens. “Come at me then.” Suddenly, Vetster was sent flying back from impact with a large shield. Standing in the warehouse were Four Angels, a Roman centurion, completely clothed in armor, with sword and full body shield, a holy knight, with shield and sword, a western Sheriff with flowing blonde hair and two golden pistols, and a WWII era US soldier, armed with an automatic rifle and bayonet. Each of their eyes were a piercing white, and their wings large with golden feathers. The Sheriff spun his pistols in his hands, “Fivefold, and Legion, y’all should run. Oh and Legion” The centurion picked up Pastor’s staff and threw it to Legion. “You’re the new pastor now” The sheriff grinned and Legion caught the staff, flabbergasted. Apostle pulled him into the group as they disappeared in a pillar of light. Vetster groaned as he stood to his feet “ethereal beings! Wait wait, I know what you are actually called “ he chuckled, scratching his scalp “Right! Arch Angels right!” “That's right sir.” The soldier replied, his rifle pointed directly at Vetster’s head. “Oh ho ho, polite too, this is good, you know I love religious studies. Christianity has always caught my attention. Funny how a religion with supposedly has only one God, has many beings to worship.” “We are just Angels beast, you do not worship us” The knight replies charging forward with his sword drawn, side by side with the Roman. Vetster stepped back, dodging the Knights blade, with a flick of his wrist, shadow tendrils shot out of his hands, piercing both their chests. As the two leaned back in surprise, two more tendrils erupt from the ground, piercing their backs. With a grin, Vetster shot out the last two tendrils, piercing their necks. With a twirl he sent them flying, each landing on opposite ends of he corridor. A shot rang out, the bullet piercing Vetster’s skull. He fell to the floor with a thud, black ooze draining from his mouth and wound. “Sometimes I hate living in a world with super beings.” The solider sighed, smoke rising from the barrel of his gun. “Digger can take care of that” “I knew we’d be protecting the Fivefold, but not from stuff like that.” The sheriff replied. The solider sighed, and shrugged his shoulders, “let's just go pick up our brothers and head home.” … “Ok so, this….thing...is Hood and Aaron?” Stephan stood outside the power voiding containment pod that housed Aroodamate. Curly stood beside him. “Yup. Not sure how, are what you can do about it, but here. It's better in your care than out running wild. I fear it’s already killed some people. “ “Oh boy” Justin stood behind his computer desk. “These readings are, worrying to say it lightly.” “What do you mean?” Curly asked, his fists still red with fresh blood. “Well you see, it's a widely accepted fact that people are made of atoms. But it's not true. People are made of, well code essentially, intricate details and information pieced together in a mathematical sense and implemented into this world as living beings. Aroodamate here, has a unique code, it's not Hood’s, or Aaron’s, or a combination. It’s its own code. Which means we can’t split them” Justin explains, staring into the pod the entire time. “BUT!” Stephan exclaimed from his desk, “it looks like their code isn’t properly aligning together. Which explains why it looks so, distorted and why it’s so violent. It’s unfinished. So where we can’t separate them, we might be able to finish fusing them.” Curly raised his eyebrows, “ok, science stuff, but I got it. This is no longer Hood and Aaron, it's something new and unique. Ok. Their wives are going to be pissed. “ “Both have in their vows stuff about this kind of thing.” “You’re joking aren’t you?” “You were at their weddings.” “I was crying during the vows, I didn’t listen all the way” “Curly, you big softie” “My fists aren’t soft” “Wow, angry dude. But anyway, yah, both had in their vows stuff about this.” “Huh, prepare for anything I guess.” Curly sighed to himself, “I guess i’ll go be the message man. Wish me luck boys.” “We’ll call you and let you know of our progress.” “Thanks guys” Curly turned and looked into the pod, Aroodamate aimlessly wandering around in circles, seemingly calm. Curly slowly shook his head, “why can’t this world be normal?”

(Body horror warning) Hood and Aaron stood in the middle of Salsburg square, the impaled bodies of the deceased civilians scattered about. “Hood, what do you think could have done this?” Aaron walked up to one of the bodies. He peered at the face of the dead man, black ooze dripping out of his mouth. Suddenly the body lurched forward, the man’s eyes open. He let out a bone rattling screech, soon the rest of the dead citizens joining him, the town filling with the deafening noise. Aaron back away from the howling man. Hood looked around, clearly uncomfortable. “Aaron, I suggest we run away from here as fast as we can, cause whatever caused this-” “Is still here with you” Vetster stood before them, seemingly appearing from the shadows. “V-vet?” Aaron called out, disturbed by the sight before him. “What happened to you?” “Oh yes, the God Killer was it? I remember you. I begged before you for my life, but you decided that wasn’t enough. You killed me anyway.” Hood steps closer “wait, that's impossible? Gaster?” “Well,” The strange mashed together dialect of southern class flowed through the air like a soft breeze “Yes and no boys. Call me Vetster.” “Vet, fight him. This isn’t you Vet, you wouldn’t kill like this!” “How do you know” The voice was purely Vet’s, only the southern drawl. “I am not under his control, I am not some puppet, We are one. Killing these town’s people was my idea, Gaster just decided on bones.” “Now” Vetster’s voice returned to the overlaying tones. “I have an idea for you two, one that I'm sure you will both love.” “Nah. Listen, if you chose to do this Vet, then we are going to have to take you down.” Aaron stood ready, standing by Hood. Hood’s eye scar glowed brightly, glaring at Vetster before them. Vetster grinned widely “COME THEN!” Suddenly, the bodies and the bones melted into puddles of pure black liquid, then, in a blink each puddle became another Vetster. “Time rememanats. A beautiful trick Veterinarian brings to this agreement,” Hood looks around at the vast army around him. Aaron smirks, excitedly. Hood rests his hand on Aaron’s shoulder. “Buddy, I don’t like the look of our chances. “ “Aaron stood straight up, causing Hood’s arm to completely side over his shoulder. “What do you mean?” Aaron placed his arm over Hood’s shoulder as well. “Well, I-” Hood stopped talking, noticing he was unable to remove his arm from Aaron’s shoulder. “The hell?” “What the?” Aaron yanked back, his arm still stuck on Hood’s shoulder, their two legs now stuck together. “What?? What's happening?” Hood’s body began to drip, his veins feeling like they burned with molten lava. Aaron hissed, feeling the pain of his body rejecting itself, and becoming fused with Hood’s. A slow cackle slowly rose from the Vetster army as Hood and Aaron continued to partially melt, trying desperately to separate themselves from each other. They fell to the floor, their individual arms now partially melted and one with the others back, Hood’s left leg and Aaron right leg now one leg. The square filled with the sound of Hood and Aaron screaming, the pain of their bodies rejecting themselves, and also each other being almost unbearable. Soon, their screams quieted into a soft murmur. Two Vetster's walk up and lift the new monstrosity off the ground. Hood and Aaron stood together, their chests fused, their middle legs one, each arm over the other’s shoulders. Aaron’s fur turned a nasty brown, Hood’s face partially melted into a permanent from, opposite to Aaron’s now permanent grin. Aaron’s free hand seems stuck in the sword position, Hood’s free hand had the scroll half hanging out. “I’m going to call you, Aroodamate. And now I’m going to let you go. OH boy, I can only imagine the hell your mind must be right now. Add Hood’s paranoia, to Aaron’s beasties fear. Whoever find you is going to die for sure. “ Vetster laughs, the army turning into black puddles and joining his body. “Have fun boys.” With a chuckle, Vetster disappears into the shadows, leaving his monstrosity behind. Aroodamate roared out, the buildings quake from the power of its shout. With a large bang, it disappeared, loose in the world.

The glowing sword shifted in form in Vetster's hand, the handle stretching, the blade curving drastically. Before his eyes, Vetster’s sword became a scythe. “A compromise” Vetster chuckled to himself “not quite a cane, but still deadly.” “So Doctor” Legion leaned against the nearest wall of the abandoned warehouse the two were in “what happened to you?” “Hello Legion, I don’t believe we have been introduced yet. Call me Vetster, and i’m twice the man Vet ever was.” “Now wait just a minute” Vet’s voice takes over. “What now?” Gaster replied. “Twice the man I ever was? Really?” “What? I thought it made us sound epic.” “It didn’t, it made me sound like a pansy, and us sound like a douche” “Huh. True.” “Uhh, gentleman?” Legion interrupted. “Hmm?” Vetster asked. “What are you doing here?” “Religious studies.” “What?” “You are given power by an outside force, a dark, evil force. I wish to study it.” “My demons?” “Whatever you call them, the name isn’t important.” Vetster stepped forward, casually swinging his scythe. “I want to see them in action” Legion stepped back, smirking nervously “fine, your choice buddy” Shadows began to seep out out Legions bodies, forming humanoid figures with glowing red eyes. Slowly they begin walking towards Vetster. He smiles “interesting, shadow golems, a weak magic manipulation” With swift swings, Vetster dispersed the shadow beings. “Try something stronger.” Legion scowls, the shadows reforming into thick tentacles. They spring forth, wrapping Vetster up and throwing him into one of the support beams. With a groan, Vetster gets up, scythe in hand. “Solid matter manipulation, very impressive. “ “Alright shut up!” Legion grabs Vetster by his leg with a shadow and flings him down the empty corridor. “You know, I can sense the two souls in you. “ Shadows pierce through the floor, impaling Vetster to the ground. “Neither of which are human souls. I think i’ll take them.” Vetster laughs “souls? Really?” “What? What about souls is so funny?” “Nothing nothing, but tell me, what are you going to do with my spliced, fused soul?” “Absorb it, use its power to make me stronger” Vetster tries his hardest not to laugh harder, only able to to make snorting sounds. Legion growls angrily “What's so funny?!” Vetster bursts out laughing, simply standing up from the ground, the holes from the tendrils sealing up. “Oh, oh friend, you are idiotic, do you know that?” Legion steps back, shocked “h-how?” “How what?” Vetster steps forward. “How did I get up, or how are you idiotic?” Legion’s voice stutters “b-both!” Vetster smirks “well, for one, for all the outward forces powering you, your matter manipulation is very week. Secondly you truly believe that should give power. But who am I to judge you on your beliefs ey?” Vetster continues chuckling as he walks past Legion. Legion stood, defeated without a single hand laid on him. He fell to his knees, staring at the ground. “I’m weak?” … Curly sighed deeply, stepping out of Nightclub Lomas. Down the road, the twisted figure of Aroodamate shuffled forward slowly. “Alright, here we go” Curly looked down, by the door lay his axe. He raised an eyebrow. “Nah, I don’t want to kill the freak. Just knock them out.” He looked down the road, just as Aroodamate picked up speed, now running towards him. Curly took his stance, ready. Aroodamate stood inches away before he was topped, by Curly’s fists, making direct contact with the two heads. Aroodamate flew back, skidding along the street. Curly casually walked forward, dragging a car behind him. “Can you two still speak?” “Take...control…” The hooded head mumbled. “Must...kill…” The furred head replied. “Close enough.” Curly lifted up the car above his shoulders. “Night night guy” The two heads looked up, just as the car slammed down.

(The last chapter for the Vetster Story Arc, but not the last chapter of this overall story) Vetster’s eyes finally opened, he looked up to see himself in a shallow grave. He sat up and looked around, all around him were gravestones and tall dark wood trees, thick fog rolling across the ground. “Ah, the sleeping fugly wakes” Digger cackles at his insult. “Wait, who are you?” “Huh, right, Vet never meets me in any universe. I'm The Grave Digger. I'm Death, the Grave, The Grim Reaper, the Ferryman, whatever you want to call me, fact is you’re dead.” Dig leans on his shovel, deep in the ground, in his hand was a mysterious open bottle covered in a brown paper bag. “Are you...drinking? What does Death even drink?” “Whiskey and scotch mostly, usually together. “ Vetster looks up, confused. He tries to climb out of the grave, only to meet a shovel to the face. Vetster swore it was stuck in the ground a second ago, and now, it's back in the ground, and it looks like Dig has never moved in inch. “Now listen, you’ve lived a remarkably short life, it's almost like the lazy ass author doesn’t know what to do with you, so he’s killing you off quickly. Whatever this isn’t cannon.” “What are you? Author? Cannon?” Vetster rubs his sore forehead. “Now, either you can make this easy and die quietly” Dig chuckles, “or I can get my pets to beat your ass. I’m thinking of just GC. Maybe Hellhound, he likes fighting for me.” “Pets? Hellhound” Vetster shuddered at the name Hellhound. “You have one of those? They are just superstition!” “Buddy” Dig took a long drink from his bottle, throwing it behind him once emptied. “You were killed by an Angel and now you are talking to Death himself. Still, no Hellhound isn’t quite what you're thinking.” From the thick fog and shadows approach four figures. From the far left approached a decaying cat man, dressed in only ratty old jeans, his chest had missing flesh, half of his face was completely missing, both his eyes were a deep yellow. Next to him was a shadow black Mothman. It's eyes fire red. It's wingspan had to be at least five feet. On the far right was a large werewolf like being, covered in shadows, seemingly pouring off its body like smoke, it's eyes were a blazing fire. Next to it was a large man-bat, shirtless, he smiled politely. “Meet my pets, Graveyard Cat, Marty, Damian, and Hellhound.” Dig absently motions to the four beasts. “You know how you fought four Angels, well, I have four pets. And they’d all love to kick your ass.” Vetster looks around, there was nowhere to run, he could feel his power gone. He stood no chance against one of them, let alone all four. “Listen, here’s what I’m going to do. As an act or irony, I’m going to split you into the two beings you are, and then reforge fusion, just as painful as you inflicted on Hood and Aaron, then split you again, and repeat over and over. Each time it’ll get more and more painful. It’s a fitting punishment don’t you think?” “N-no I don’t” Vetster backed himself to the far corner of his grave. “Well guess what buddy?” “What?” “I don’t give a flying f***.” “You don't give a what?” “F***, the author doesn’t like using the F word.” “The F word? Do you mean f***. F***. What the f***” “Exactly” Dig stood up straight. “So, let's begin the separation process, it’ll feel like you’re insides are splitting open, and you’ll feel ready to explode. It’ll be fun for me, your screams especially” Dig began to cackle loudly as suddenly Vetster bend over, clutching his chest tightly. He screamed out, his body splitting itself apart, the two beings violently separating. Vetster fell to the floor, yelling out in pure agony, the dark void of his mouth splicing outward, slowly taking over his whole face. His body began to melt, and destabilize, Vetster’s painful yell reduced to an agonizing whimper. “Oh the sounds of pain. That makes me want to drink with joy” Digger chuckles to himself, enjoying his show.

“I know just the person.”

“Stunning natural beauty.”