Creacher

Dev: "When you're seventy and on your death bed-"

Dale: "Hey! I'll be at my peak health in my 70s!"

Dev: *scoff* "You'll be one rolled ankle away from having to use a walker."

(Dev and Dale)

Dale: "What's going on in that head of yours?"

Dev: "Nothing much, just thinking of how I plan to cover your casket in a shit ton of glitter just to get back at you for this."

Dale: *Snort* "Okay sure, make sure the glitter is gold then." *smirk*

Dev: *Narrows eyes* "Noted, I'll make sure it's silver just to spite you."

(Dev and Dale)

Dev: *Eyes go wide* "oh! Ummm, was that intentional?" *Gestures to the several wet clumps of blonde hair on the floor that look a startling amount like wet spaghetti*

Remy: *screams*

(Dev and Remy)

Dev: *Shocked eyes* "Spaghetti hair guy?!?"

Dale: *snaps* "What did you just say?"

Dev: "Um...his hair reminds me of spaghetti?"

Dale: "Do NOT call him!" *Grumbles under his breath* "We are trying to impress him not scare him away"

Dev: "I - yeah, okay dad..." *Tries to avoid eye contact*

(Dev and Dale regarding Remy)

DeV: "What DO you do for work? Or are you just unemployed since getting released from prison?"

Shnozmo: "I have a job!! It um, involves working in an office" *looks around frantically for inspiration* "in a suit," *looks around more* "doing paperwork..?"

Dev: *Snort* "yeah okay I believe you..."

Shnozmo: *relieved sigh*

Dev: "Btw if your nose worked like pinocho's does it would have grown like several inches in the span of time it took to us to have that conversation"

(Dev and Snozmo)

Author's Note Down below!

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I am hungry

I have been hungry

I was born hungry

What do I need?

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CW: blood

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image 1: a still life of Communion, golden chalices with red liquid, a candlestick, cloth, and a small dish.

image 2: a grassy field in pitch black, a spot light illuminating a herd of sheep with glowing, reflective eyes, and the legs of a man standing among the sheep, his eyes are also glowing.

image 3: The door way of a church with the doors open revealing a forest at night, and bloody handprints on the walls.

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