Welp, the game season has passed and it only made me love these sillies even more!
I still can't get over Edgar's new skin design, he deserves to be wrecked silly for being so cute and handsome in it~
Trixie Colette + a disgusted 8 Bit lol
i love them both i really want Colette but her drop chance is by Epic and i got an Epic brawler recently so my chance is low again qwq
8bit is very fun to play tho :D
This is a request from over on AO3, where I'm sharing my works there too. I'll be alternating between the requests, as there's a list on both sides now. This user requested Edgar and Colette, with a surprise theme!
And it might be the new thing... where I get too carried away and just write a full set up for a story, lmao. But here we go!
~🧣~Darker Interests ~❣~
Edgar leaned back in his chair, bored out of his mind. The graveyard shift was quiet, which he usually had no qualms with, but his phone had died around half an hour ago, so he couldn't even entertain himself for the last leg of his shift.
Actually focusing on work? As if.
The little bell above the door rung, and he shifted from leaning back to slumping forward on the counter, holding his head up in his hand. "Welcome," he half-heartedly greeted.
The customer grinned widely. "Hiya!" She said, waving very excitedly.
Edgar gave her a look. Who greets people like that?
The girl broke into fits of giggles, and her only visible eye darted around, clutching a book to her chest. She had white hair that covered one eye, and a very odd sense of style. Her shirt's sleeves were so long they covered her hands.
"Oh, a corner store. Very nice." She said, slipping behind an aisle.
'I wonder what she's on,' Edgar wondered. He looked back down. Whatever. It wasn't really his job to care about the customers. Just a couple more hours until morning shift gets here...
A few minutes later, he heard some sirens from down the street and casually glanced out the glass door. 'I guess I'll read about that in the morning.'
The girl was pressed against the window, looking at the flashing lights. She peeled herself away from the glass and came up to the counter. Her arms were full of cheesy chips, sweets, beef jerky and drinks.
'Weed, huh?' Edgar thought as he began to scan the items. 'She doesn't reek of it though.'
"That'll be 16.73." Edgar told her.
She reached into her pocket, and then frowned. She looked down to her book. "You were supposed to..." and shook her head.
The girl smiled at him. "Well, I forgot to bring the money." She explained sheepishly, "Is there any way you'd be interested in a deal?"
"Uhh.... Cash or card only." Edgar said, feeling uncomfortable.
"I'm not that type." She shook her head. "Two favors, of your choice! Haha, eight dollars for one! What a steal!" She laughed before refocusing. "So how about it, Edgar?"
"Sure, yeah. Okay. A deal." The worker said. "Let me just bag these for you." Edgar said, completing that as quickly as he could.
The white-haired girl grinned. "Thanks! I've been wanting to try these."
Edgar pushed the bag towards her. "There you go. Have... a night."
"Bye-Bye, Edgar!" She waved, walking to the door. The bell rung, and the door closed.
Edgar exhaled. God, the worst night to forget his charger at home. He cancelled the order on the register and decided to make a note to the manager on what was lost.
There was no way that he was gonna try to argue with that lunatic. What were they gonna do, fire him? He was the only one who wanted to work night shift.
Edgar grabbed a piece of paper from the printer, and a pen near the cash register to write the note. He was halfway done when he suddenly realized something and froze. His gaze trailed back towards the register.
His name tag he never bothered to put on that night laid right beside it.
That.... girl somehow knew him!? A stalker? How did a psycho druggie find out about him? His heart beat fast as a million things raced through his mind. Should he close? Call the cops? Quit? Change his name? Move away far from here?
The door swung open, "You know what I forgot to tell you?" The bell ring wildly.
Edgar yelped and jumped at the sudden question. She walked in, munching on alternating bites of cookies and chips as she made her way to the counter again. "My name! Can you believe it? How would you have summoned me?" She laughed.
"Y-your....?" Edgar began to calm down some. She didn't seem like a threat, really. Maybe some oddball girl who went to his school he never noticed before. "How did you get my name?"
"Hm? Well... it wasn't hard to get it. It's all over you. A cry for validation." She said.
"Validation?" Edgar echoed in confusion. "What are you?"
It was the girl's turn to frown. "Whaaat? Are you serious?"
"Um, yeah, that's why I'm asking." Edgar said, annoyed but still cautious. "It'd be kinda crappy if I had a stalker."
"I'm no stalker. I'm a demon!" The girl stomped her foot. "And you didn't know!? What kind of weirdo makes a deal with people like that?"
"The kind who tries to get safely rid of potential murderers." Edgar defended himself. "You know you looked crazy, right?"
The girl didn't know what to say right away, she made an odd face. "Okay, well... no I didn't. Anyway!" She exclaimed. "Even if you are the weird one here, you still get two favors. When you want to cash in, just call my name."
Edgar looked skeptical. "And what is your name?"
She grinned now. "Colette!"
"So.. just say that?" He asked, "And you'll appear?"
"Yup! Those are the rules. Make sure you don't call me for anything boring. This is my first deal, you know!"
"Okay. 'Demon girl.' I'll keep that in mind." Edgar said.
"... I'm starting to get the feeling that you don't believe me, am I right?" She asked suspiciously.
"Wow, what was your first clue?" Edgar asked flatly. "You have to admit. It's hard to believe with the way you've been acting. Aren't demons supposed to be cool?"
Colette smiled. "Cool, huh? You think so? Alright..." She put her bag down on the ground, then slammed her hands on the counter. "I'll show you cool."
She stared straight into Edgar's eyes, a mischievous grin playing at her lips now. A red hue began to crawl across her face, starting from the edges. Her toothy grin sharpened.
Edgar blinked. 'Either I'm having a really vivid dream or I'm about to die right now."
The color of her eyes seeped to yellow with red pupils. Horns emerged from her head, and a tail emerged into a view. Lastly, the book she held sprouted wings and flapped next to her, a green eye staring down the night worker.
"There!" She said, leaning heavily against the counter now. Her tail flicked. "Demon enough for you?"
So demons were real and he had just insulted one that could probably kill him on the spot. "Ah, fuck." Edgar said. "Did I trade my soul away for two favors?"
Colette giggled. "No, it was for the snacks! Remember?" She held a finger up to her mouth. "Although, maybe we can talk about your soul later since you just agree to deals like it's nothing!"
"That's because I saw you as a nutjob, remember?" Edgar snarked.
Colette shrugged. "Anyway, I've got to go. This was supposed to be a quick visit, and I've already spent longer here than I planned." She scooped up the bag, and held her arm out. Her little devilish book landed in the crook of her arm. "See you when you decide you need me, Edgar~" she smiled.
A cloud of smoke puffed everywhere, and she was gone. Edgar felt... dazed about the whole ordeal. Apparently Demons were real. What about Angels?
Edgar looked up and over to the camera in the back right corner of the store. The black camera was always recording.
"Oh...Do demons have to stay secret to humans?..." he muttered to himself. That could be a problem later, but he shrugged. He wasn't gonna call her to probably waste one of his two favors already. He just wanted his shift to be over.
