//notes and explanation at the end of the post!!//
-First Part-
It was the first evening of the Festival in the big city of Prehevil, the moon was rising on the black sky covered with mist, bringing the smell of the rotting corpses on the endless streets along with the strange sounds of the wicked creatures walking around that were once people.
At some point it makes you wonder if they are still conscious inside because of the words they growl at your face, right?
Maybe all those screams were actually a cry for help, begging for all the contestants of the Festival they encountered to end their suffering, who knows?
...Daan thought in his mind, trying to find a explanation for everything he asked to himself but only ending up with more and more questions.
The Old God's were something else ey'?
Whatever they're planning, the man in checkered pants knew that mortals like him always ended up losing their mind because of the secrets the Old God's held, he wasn't new to this, unfortunately.
All the thoughts suddenly got interrupted when someones footsteps echoed across the buildings in the Shopping Districk.
These footsteps did not belong to the formed creatures in the city that hunts down every living thing, it was lighter and gentler.
Daan got up from where he was sitting down, next to a rotting body of a police officer, well....
This one did not resemble any form of a human in the first place but the arms...well, there was three of it cut in half...and the baton that fused with the skin...but this was not important now, he had a new guest.
The scalpel in his pocket now was in his hand, his body was ready to a fight, as much as he can as a doctor of course.
Maybe he could run?
When he was thinking about all the options he had, the figure in the mist spoke;
"Hello? I'm not here to steal or hurt, just passing by." the voice was calm, belonged to a young woman, she said her words in a tone that made Daan put his arms down, just a human thank the gods.
Then the figure revealed itself.
It was the lady from the train! Who was telling everyone to cheer up, well she kinda pissed of the Journalist while making some people smile to the scene.
"Oh! It's you! The medic guy! I thought you were with the villagers next to the river." the lady said holding her arms behind her back, mischievously smiling, she had smile lines and dimples on her small face.
Daan got fumbled by the mood change of the place, she was smiling and waiting for an answer...but he was questioning his existence and the secrets of the Old God's like a second ago...
He quickly gathered himself, he didn't wanted to weird out the curious stranger in front of him.
"Well little lady, I was just out here taking a fresh breath and enjoying the view of the city." Daan said putting back the scalpel in his pocket, tilting his head when speaking to the lady and smirking.
The lady giggled to the response.
"The smell of the rotting corpses and the scenery of the mist that blinds the eyes? Oh yeah, I lo-o-o-ve it here, can I join you?" she stated and didn't even wait for an answer, just slowly walked towards the man with the eye-patch.
Maybe she felt how afraid the man in front of her was, knew that he would like the company of someone at least for a bit.
She stopped right next to him, bending down to reach the corpse on the floor.
"You did that to him?" the question made Daan visibly shocked.
"Just messing with you! Man come on, these things are not even human...will shred you to pieces if you don't move first, I bet the handsome cop did this to him." she said while trying to find somethings useful in the corpses pockets, which is again, fused with the skin.
Daan was watching her, he wasn't even weirded out by this.
"Handsome...cop...? Who is that?" he was confused now, he didn't see anyone like that around.
"Oh, no way, the handsome cop boy! Come on! He is one of the few ones who woke up earlier than others, he was so serious and cool, I like him." she was now taking the baton the body had.
"Oh, well, it's great that there's a cop around-" his words got cut off.
"I don't think he is an actual cop tho, I mean, he was like a officer you know? uh, they are like detectives, investigating the drug dealers and murder cases? He was one of those, he had a cop dog with him, like a special dog! There was a 'K-9' emblem on his right arm." she said all this really excitedly and loudly...like she was a friend of Daan for a long time.
When she was done talking, Daan suddenly noticed something moving up and down...
The corpse was...breathing?
"Lady...Get up, now." he quickly reached to her arms firmly, making her stand up.
"Oh!" when she got up, Daan was still holding her by the arms, they both just froze in their place staring at the corpse with fear in their eyes.
Then what Daan feared the most happened, the corpse was really breathing, it started to shake it's head nonstop and get up, it's cut off arms growing again, spreading a disgusting smell around.
The lady pushed Daan's arms off of hers and stepped in front of him, facing the monster.
Both of them was still frozen in place, she was holding the baton in her hand carefully, ready for what's about to happen.
Then she looked back only to find some corrupted citizens slowly apparoaching, the streets were no longer quiet now, they were stuck on the small, collapsed street with nowhere to run.
The reanimated corpse was about to strike them when suddenly, it's right leg got bitten by a huge dog, making it fall down on it's knees, it was the 'special dog' the lady mentioned.
"Stay in your place!"
The command of the stranger came from deep inside the mist making Daan jump in his place.
Then he looked up to see the face of the woman shielding him, she was so focused, this expression she had was unexpected, was she even actually scared?
When Daan looked back at the scene, the dog had already ripped off the monsters right leg, then all the three arms it had when after making it fall down on it's knees.
The dog turned back to handle the citizens that are getting closer, it was so fast to even chase with eyes.
Suddenly the monster in front of them got shot in the head, it's body compeletely falling down on the floor.
Then the figure of the stranger that shouted earlier appeared from the mist, Daan first noticed the blue emblem on his right arm.
It's the 'K-9 cop' the lady mentioned.
The cop directly stomped on the monsters head as soon as he showed himself, multiple times, fast and strong, making Daan's stomach twist.
The scene was disgusting, the monsters head getting stomped on by huge boots, the smell of the rotting corpse was stronger now, it made Daan think, this smell was not new.
No, it was not the smell of the corpses.
He knew this smell from a long time ago, since he was a little child, it was the smell of the madness the Old God's created.
Their brand new portrait, and Daan was one of the colors being used on the canvas.
Like how it was when his family destroyed themselves over the Goddes of Love and Fertility.
There was no escape from the immortal ones.
//Notes//
Well thank you for reading this far and I'm so sorry if there was grammer mistakes, english is not my first language you see....
There's gonna be a part two to this because I fricking love my OC.
IF YOU HAVE A FEAR AND HUNGER OC I WOULD LOVEEE TO INTERACT WITH THEM!!!!
These OC's are not self-insert
the 'handsome-cop-guy' is my friends OC, cop's actual name is Solas!!
(my friend doesn't have a account on here for now or any other social media)
Oh btw, THAT OC IS REALLY NOT HANDSOME, don't be fooled by the lady.
We just thought adding a cop to a train where theres a army runaway and a murderer who's trying to not get cought would be funny.
And about the lady which is my oc, her name is Andela!! she's sweet, you'll see it.
Wanted to say thanks for your Daan POCD headcanon art. It's what made me figure out that I have POCD and it gave me a way to tackle it, and not hate myself for it. Whenever I struggle with it, I think of him, and it brings a smile to my face to know I'm not alone. I would've never thought what I deal with is OCD if I hadn't seen your art, my knowledge beforehand was basically all stereotypes.
I originally planned to thank you earlier, but the anonymous asks were off, and I'm way too terrified to type this without the anonymity.
I want to make art like you do, as in POCD (and probably other kinds of OCD) headcanon art, I can't tell if I will but you give me a bit of confidence that I won't be bullied off the internet like how my mind always pictures it.
Thanks for existing, and good luck, wherever you are.
IM SO SORRY FOR NOT SEEING THIS EARLIER!!!! YOU'RE VERY WELCOME FOREVER🫶 I was smiling when reading this it makes me very happy
guys I have a 🔞 telegram channel if you want to check it out .. some daarin peg is hiding there so 😼 consider me into funger again because I’m too crazy about it
The dialogues in this game is so fuckin funny lmao.
Like- everyone in town are turning into grotesque creatures as a manifestation of their inner demons and going after each other by the will of the moon god. And this is all you could say, Daan??
