I&#x27;ll be here all night.

“̀͢͟Y̡̕o̵ù w̡͏͘o͢͜͠ú̴l̛d͝n͏'͏t̀͞ ̢̕w̸̡̧a̷͡n͏t̵ ̧͟t͡o ̛d̡ơ͢ ́͟ţ͢h̷̀͡at͏̧̧,"͏ He hissed, taking a step forward. "́Y̴̶ò͢ư ̴͞h̛͘͠u̸̵r̷t̕ ̵͟m̀͡e͡,͢͝ ̷͠y̴͠͠o̧͜u ҉͜h̛̛͞u̴̧rţ̸ C̵͞as̶̛e̶y̨̨.͏̢ ͏̢̧O̡҉ų̨r̷ ̛͝so̡ừ͠ļ̀s̸ ͘a͡r͜ę͜ a̢̡̛l͟ŗea͜͠d͘͟͠y̕͘ ̸b͘o̸̷n̷d̀͜è̶͘d̷̡́. ̸͜҉I͟t͝'̡s ͢t́͟͟o̧͜o͏͞ ̸͢l͏͝á̸̛t̶́́e,͡ t͢h̢éŕ͟e͠'̧s͘͡ ͏n̵͘o̷̡ g̸̕è̢t̵͢t̴̴͠in̡g ̸͏r̡̕id ̧́ơ͝f ͢m̵҉̕ę.͡"̢͠

He grinned at Gregg. "Your dedication is admirable.” His voice was beginning to go back to normal. Ibon was losing his control, and Casey would be back any minute.

@crossbowed

Gregg just ‘Tsk’ed, standing his ground. So he couldn’t just beat the thing out of him, whatever. “There’s more than one way t’ skin a cat, as they say. You’re not gonna win this dude, I’ll make sure’a that!”

He saw the demon’s power getting weaker again, the glow leaving and the weird voice fading. Christ, what has his friend gotten into? Who did this to him? Whoever it was, they’re gonna know the wrath of Greggory goddamnit Lee.

"Y-You did this. " ( Told you it was the make Angus cry au )

“Wh -” Confusion washed over the other’s features, and then terror. If he had done something, he definitely hadn’t meant it, and he had no idea what it was anyways.

“Did what? Angus, what’s wrong?”

“͜I̶t́'̡͢͟ś͢ ̸r͘a҉͏̷t͏̀h҉̴e̢̕r̸ ̶̨si͢͠mp̵̷l͠e̸. ̶I̷͡͏ am͠ ̸̛I̷͟bo̵͡n̴̵,̴̨̨ t̡̕̕h̷͟e ̀͢Bl͟͡a̷̶c̶̴͝ķ̵͠ ̷͘G̴o͏̷̴ą̸t.͟͞ ̢̕Ą͠͏nd̛ ͟͢t̀̕h̀͝i̛s ́h̕ųma͞n̶̷̵ ̀͜t̢h̡at̢͡ ҉̡y̢͡o҉ù́͡ ҉̨s͘eȩ̵m̛͘ s͜o͝ ̕͜at̸́t͜a̶͜͟c̀̀҉h̷͢e͜҉͘d̛ t̛o, ͟͠i̸̛͡ş ḿ͢y ́͜h͘͡o̴̢͟st̡.͝ ̷̷I̕ d̛͜o͟n͞'͏͏́t͏͝ ͠s̸͝e̵e͞ w̸h̵̡ỳ͞͞ ҉t̷̕h̡i̴̧͝s̡ ̕is ̵̀͜s̨̢͏ó̷ ̶͞ha̢r̨͠d͢҉ to̷ ̵u̕͜͡n͜͠ḑ͟e͏̛ŗ͞͞s̡t̡͢ànd͝.͏҉"͝͝ He cocked his head, watching the two. His face seemed blank, but there was a dark gleam in his eyes if one looked closely.

"͝M̛y͘͢ g҉o͝a͜͞ls͏ ̛͘a̸͡ré̶ ͘͡m҉y̕̕ ͘͝o͘͟w̷̕n͘ ̢s̴e̛c̴̨r͝e̵t̸̀, ̧b̸̨u̕t͜ ̶I̛ ̛͞͏ca̶n̡ te̸̢l̨҉̨l̴͏ ̷y̕̕͞ou̢͠ ̷̵̛t̡̨̡h͠҉a̴̧t̢͠͏ ͘͟͟I͏ ̢̡f́i̵̛n̴̡͝d͞ ̵̧ęn͝͠j҉o҉ym̵en̷t͝ ̷i̷̧n ̶̴y͜͠o҉u̴r҉̀ ̸t̢err͞͏ó̡ŕ͟.̧̀ ͡͏́It'ś̨́ ͏͝a҉m͟͢u̶͝s̨͢i̸̧n̕͡g͝.́͞"̡

@crossbowed

Terror was one thing. But pure rage..now that was something completely different. And boy was Gregg pissed that some edgy prick arbitrarily decided to mess with his friend. He snorted, flipping the thing off.

“Terror? Don’t make me laugh, dude! My grandma is more terrifyin’, and she uses a frickin’ walker! I don’t care what yer goddamn goals are, just fuck off and find some other person to bother! I got a lotta patience but none for the likes of you!” There wasn’t much he could do yet with Angus clinging to him like this, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t plan on beating whatever this thing was out of Casey if he had to.

"Y-You did this. " ( Told you it was the make Angus cry au )

“Wh -” Confusion washed over the other’s features, and then terror. If he had done something, he definitely hadn’t meant it, and he had no idea what it was anyways.

“Did what? Angus, what’s wrong?”

Casey re-entered the room, looking as if he were about to pass out right there. “Okay. So. If something bad happens, both of you get outta here and stay out until I come to or whatever.”

He sat down on the arm of a chair, rubbing his eyes. “Basically, all I know is that I was up, dragged off one night and then the next day I woke up and there was like… another voice. Rather than my own. So just. Be careful, Gregg. If I don’t sound right, just… run. Okay? This is probably really confusing but just. I don’t know.”

“͏Į̕͟t̛͢͝'̷s ͏g҉ớį͘͢ng̡ ̷͢t̛ǫ̀ ́͡be̸ ͠v͘erý ̧̧h̶a̛͜rd̡͡͠ ̡͡t͏͜o̷̡ ̷t̶̨r̀͘us͢ţ͠ ̷͘͢m̶͠e̡ ̵͟f̢͟r͟͞o̕͞m̸̧ n҉͟͢o̴͢ẃ̢ ͢͝o̸͞n҉̡.̕"̶́ He grinned, eyes glowing white again.

@crossbowed

Angus’ words and Casey’s current state didn’t help any of the confusion he was feeling and only made his nerves more on edge. “Dude, you’ve been gone for two days, come back, and suddenly there’s voices?? You’re pullin’ things out from across the room?? What the hell is--”

Gregg’s quickly cut off by Casey;s change in voice and the glow in his eyes. What sort of American Horror Story bullshit is this?! His first instinct is to put Angus behind him, glaring hard. “What is this, Casey? If you even are Casey anymore! What are you??”

"Y-You did this. " ( Told you it was the make Angus cry au )

“Wh -” Confusion washed over the other’s features, and then terror. If he had done something, he definitely hadn’t meant it, and he had no idea what it was anyways.

“Did what? Angus, what’s wrong?”

Casey glanced up at the mirror, frowning. He noticed a slight glow in his eyes and leaned forward, then pulled back. He’d bandaged up his arm.

He pushed his hair out of the way, examining the horns that had begun to grow. They weren’t anything special - just… goat horns. It was unnatural, but they didn’t hurt.

He didn’t like how exhausted he was, and how hard it was to think, let alone speak. It was as if something were pressuring him, trying to take control.

“Wha..” He’s listening to Angus talk, noting how hard he’s squeezing him and how he’s damn near shaking. It really only served to confuse and concern Gregg further as he eyes the bathroom door before going back to comforting Angus. He gently rubs his hand up and down the larger’s back, trying to at least calm him.

“Angus, Capt’n, y’not makin’ much sense... What do you mean he’s acting weird? What do you mean he grabbed it? Like he reached in your pocket??”

"Y-You did this. " ( Told you it was the make Angus cry au )

“Wh -” Confusion washed over the other’s features, and then terror. If he had done something, he definitely hadn’t meant it, and he had no idea what it was anyways.

“Did what? Angus, what’s wrong?”

“Angus, relax.” Casey looked exhausted, rubbing his eyes. “I’m. I’m not going to hurt anyone. Except myself, apparently.”

He went into the bathroom, beginning to clean out the cut so he could bandage it. It hurt like hell, but he would have to deal.

He was surprised at how calm he was.

@crossbowed

“The hell??”

Okay, there was no way anyone could relax when their boyfriend was previously passed out then yelling for him to get out, and his best friend bleeding from his arm after being MIA for 2 days straight. It was all too goddamn much for Gregg, but first things first.

He quickly made his way to Angus’s side and checked him over. “Angus, babe, w-what happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt??”

"Y-You did this. " ( Told you it was the make Angus cry au )

“Wh -” Confusion washed over the other’s features, and then terror. If he had done something, he definitely hadn’t meant it, and he had no idea what it was anyways.

“Did what? Angus, what’s wrong?”

He fumbled with his phone for a moment, getting his blood all over the screen. He wiped it away with his clean hand and called Gregg.

“Hey. Uh. So. Can you get over to my place like now? Your boyfriend’s passed out and things are terrible right now and I’ll explain more when you get here.”

@crossbowed

((post order: Gregg, Casey, Angus))

Well. He wasn’t exactly expecting a text from....Casey???? What the hell? He almost wanted to respond, thinking it was just some asshole who somehow found Gregg’s phone. But if there was even the slightest chance that Angus was in trouble... He couldn’t ignore it.

[I’m coming.]

He remembers where Casey’s house is..was? Is now he supposes, and busts in without hesitation.

“Angus?? ...Casey..??”