Demonstuck episode 1: “Weather Boy”
been a while since i wrote a fanfic and even then it was in an old journal i may or may not have let be lost to time. let’s do this and please go easy on me i’m dummy stupid and i’m still trying to read back to get the characters some degree of familiar.
It’s a quiet day in the house. A young man stands in his room and on this day it is… tuesday.
Your name is John, and you are a freelance demon hunter, which is to say- you sometimes go about and send demons back to wherever they’re from and receive money in the mailbox from an unknown source. It’s a bit sketchy where it’s coming from but less demons means less things killing wayward travelers on cold, lonely nights.
Earlier today your older brother, one Jake Harley, went out on one such demon hunting missions. He tends to be the one to actually go out and fight the ones with solid forms, beit through possession or just existing in a physical way. Often he returns home thoroughly whooped and bruised, but always, always- a toothy grin lazily smeared on his face.
And speaking of such missions, it’s usually around the time your brother would come back to the house… and by that you mean it’s an hour past that.
Maybe you should go find him. He’s probably alright, but it feels like a good idea to check regardless.
You tentatively exit your room and subsequently your house as well, fighting off worries that you’re just getting antsy and that Jake’s fine. At the same time you’ve got worries he won’t get back until midnight, long after the shitty microwave meals you made have gone cold. Kid Cuisine doesn’t taste that great cold, frankly.
The air outside is chilly, as does many an Autumn night up in northern Washington. You live in a typical house, 2 bedrooms, a bath, and also for some ungodly reason- this place’s defining feature is how close it is to rumored demon territories. It’s unclear to you whether it was a good choice for Jake to purchase this place before it got demolished.
But hey. A place is a place, one you’re leaving behind for maybe an hour at most tonight. Gotta find your missing brother, yada yada.
The night is dark, and getting more so every step you take. Thankfully your dinky little flashlight you’ve had since you were 9 is here to guide you. The little decals are long since faded and chipped away, but you can still tell it used to have some lightning mcqueen design on it. Kachow am i right?
It’s quiet outside, not a sound of squirrels clambering up trees, birds chirping love songs to each other, or even the sound of dubiously human footsteps crunching up nearby leaves. Seems ominous but you’ve dealt with spookier stuff.
You continue to walk down the trail that lead out from your house, staying squarely within its borders as if that actually means anything. Honestly it could just be slowing you down, but you continue along the path regardless.
You are now in the thick of it all, the deep part of the forest. This path is likely the only manmade thing in these entire woods, and even then nature is already taking its planty hands and reclaiming it for itself.
You call out for Jake. No immediate response. You call again, even contemplating actually calling the guy. ...
Oh wow you really should have done that before you left, huh...
...
Oh well, you feel like you’re getting close to something, that’s good enough.
One last call into the wild and green, to the wild and green. “Hey, where are you!?” ...
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“!!!”
Chapter Two: ==>
