The Demogorgon isn't particularly pleased with the change from Once-Prey to fellow Hunters. It especially doesn't like the oppressive heat from the red one, and the now-eyeless is too rage-pain-hunt-blind to be anything better than frustrating. The jingling of his bells, too, only remind the beast of its own chains. But the pink one...
It's not often the creature decides to approach others without the intent to harm. But it's curious to see if this new Hunter will be as much a problem as his kin.
Ah the demogorgon... Not on Fancy's top list of most hated killers, but definitely one he always had a knack for struggling against. He couldn't count the number of times he had cornered himself trying to run from the thing. Why it was always the demo? No idea. Just bad luck against this killer specifically apparently.
Now he stood there killer to killer, far enough apart that he didn't feel in immediate danger. The beast didn't seem aggressive, but it was hard to tell. Fancy braced himself just in case. He's had enough run ins with other killers by now that he really didn't know what to expect.
He also didn't know how beast like the creature was. Past trials would suggest it was feral, but it's lack of aggression right now made Fancy unsure. He doubted it could understand him but you're supposed to talk to calm down animals right? He thought he remembered hearing that somewhere.
"Uhm... Hi? Demogorgon, nice doggy- sorry, that's stupid. Uhm, i-it's okay" He held out his hands in a non threatening manner "I'm, uh, not going to hurt you. I'm just passing through." He said as calmly as he could. trying to side step around and away from the thing.
They were in one of the between-world forests that didn't really house anything. He had been working on getting back to his realm.








