#unlikely connection

[faeoftheforest]

You know those unlikely connection stories? I need that but with a metalhead and a black girl.

[treble-trilltrill]

Unlikely Connection

Treble (OC) x Pennywise

Chapter Two: Unfortunate Encounter

    Weeks had passed as Treble had made his way into the small town of Derry. It was a bustling town, full of miners and beaver trappers trying to make a new get rich quick scheme with the rise of the gold rush and technology. He watched wearily as these humans brought in these metal, invisible horse drawn carts into the small town. He had managed to make himself a small home in the town, watching and observing as they went and he managed to make his own little house or what have you. Though his real den was in a hallowed out ancient tree that grew at the entrance of a cave in the forest he landed in. He managed to go back and forth in both, using the home in Derry for appearances and the cave for hunting safely for animals and humans without a human eye catching him as he shifted inbetween human and dragon. Though, golden eyes still were watching his every move, unknowist to him. His every move tracked, scented and inspected, loathed to the very core by It, believing the creature was stealing from It's turf.

 As the weeks had passed in Derry, Treble did observe one thing: disappearances of humans, children specifically, more than what he was inflicting. What he didn't realize, this was the work of the Eldritch Terror that lived among them in the small beaver town, working It's claws into running away the intruder. Dismembered bodies were being found. A hand here, a foot there… though not in a sloppy way but, kind of a slip of the mind.  However, only certain humans noticed...those who had a hand in his downfall. Had he forgotten to clean up after himself? Did he forget small details?? He was supposed to be meticulous. Getting away with slowly ending the bloodline that caused such pain and rage to build in his now fractured mind should be with ease...not in worry of leaving a trace that lead to his doorstep. He needed to be careful. Especially today. Today was another hunt of those vile heathens. Specifically one of the elder men, a leader of the town, a ‘family man and do gooder.’ ‘Do gooder my ass,’ he thought, watching the man go about his business. 

Now, Treble needed to make his move. He had been watching the family for a while and took a good note of what the man’s offspring looked like, especially the smaller male of the family, the youngest son. The mannerisms, the vocal tone, the body language...this kill should be easy, as he observed the man was quite fond of the small one. So quietly, he followed from a distance, keeping low as he went. He would need to find a small spot to shift quickly before making his move. Though, that did not happen. He didn’t make it far out of his other home before some of the humans started to make their way towards him, some calling out. And not in a nice way either, venom dripping from their voices. This wouldn't bode well if they stood in his way.

 

“Hey!” the man called out. Treble kept his head low, walking a tad brisker, maybe he could play aloof, unaware they were talking to him.

 

“You little prick, I’m talking to you!” one of the older men called out, followed by a few others Treble recognized from the attack, his family's attack. His eyes turned into small slits as anxiety started to build in his core. This wasn’t good. This was not good at all. 

“The hell have you been doing in this town stranger? Ever since you showed, people have been going missing.” The man stepped forward, shoulders squared and hands balled into fists at his side, causing Treble to step back, looking over his shoulder to his home, not to far from them. If he could just get to the door… to the home, down into the small cellar, he could make an escape through the small window he kept open for such emergencies. 

“Hey! I’m fucking talking to you dirt for brains!” the man said again, now lashing out and striking the side of Treble’s head, causing a slight growl to escape his lips. ‘Fuck,’ he growled lowly to himself, stumbling back some, his vision now had stars and he had a ringing in his pointed ears.

“As I said, since your sorry ass came into town, people have been disappearing. Wanna explain why?” the man snapped, a few of the others chimed in as well at the question. 

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” Treble said, rubbing the side of his face, stepping back more to go towards the home but bumped into a larger man behind him. This resulted in Treble to get shoved violently to the ground with a thud. 'Stay calm, stay calm,’ Treble thought, the taste of dirt in his mouth laced with other unknown substances along with his blood from the earlier hit. The rage was building inside of him. He couldn’t risk losing what he had built so far. He couldn’t. He wouldn't, though, that wasn't his choice to make. It would break the creature, get what It sought out.

“Fuckin’ smartass, you know exactly what we are talking about. We’ve seen you sneaking out and coming back covered in blood and shit,” the larger man said, sending a square kick into Treble’s gut. Searing pain shot through him as his core was hit, what healing wounds from weeks before being torn back open internally. His rage built even more. His ears started to point in a more feral manner and his fangs became more present. ‘ShitshitshITSHITSHIT!’ Treble screamed in his mind. He was close to snapping. If it was any other humans, he would deal with them later. But not these humans… these helped his demise and fall from his once sane state of mind he felt was pure grace. They caused his kind's demise.

“We’ve seen you rip them apart, shifting into loved ones, children...the little children,” another man emphasized heavily. There it was, the first spike of fear. They knew. How? How? Did they finally find him to end him? Once and for all? Treble’s eyes snapped up at the man and swore he saw a flash of gold in those eyes but green was all he saw after he blinked, searching for answers. Those...wretched green eyes of the man that took his sibling’s life. His freshly hatched little sister. 

“Maybe, we need to teach this blowhard a lesson,” one of the other men stated, walking forward and kneeling down, grabbing a fistful of Treble’s hair and yanking back to drag him away, as well as a few other men trying to grab his limbs. 

‘No...NO. Not again. Not again, please, not again!!’ Treble mentally screamed before he started to see white. The snow. The beautiful white snow covered in blue life force of his kind, his brethren, his sister. Her screams flooded his mind as he started to thrash, trying to free himself from the other men that had started to hold him down. He saw her, piece by piece ripped apart, head paraded around as a trophy on a pike. 

Rage.

Blood lust.

Utter fear. 

With a loud snapping of bone, ripping of flesh, Treble started to instantly shift into his dragon form, though wounded still, but not as bad as the weeks before. He thrashed about as his wings sprouted from his back, his blue blood splattering the men. His body contorted into ungodly angles as his limbs shifted into their rightful place, bent, perched and ready to strike. His face elongated, muzzle squaring and rows of sharp teeth were shown, bared and ready to rip anything and anyone into shreds. His small frame grew at an unnatural rate to fit the dragon like form, causing skin to rip with a sick slosh like sound, exposing muscle, ligaments and bone. 

‘Run. Get away. Safe. Need safe. KILL. Must run. Must hide.’ Those thoughts flooded the mind of the dragon as he was shifting. Though, he was having some trouble shaking the men, even as he grew and grew and grew. They were quite the stubborn species, that he would admit. But he was worse, far worse. He refused to die, not by the hands of these fucking humans. 

 ‘Must run. Can’t die. Not yet. My kind won’t die. Must live. Must make humans pay. Must feed and KILL. KILL. RUN. SURVIVE. KILL TO SURVIVE.’ The thoughts of the dragon got louder and louder with each stabbing pain he felt, the men now using what they could to pin him down, harm him, disable him from getting away. 

“I KNEW IT!” One man called out. “We didn’t kill all the dragons!! We can have a fortune! Pin him down! We can sell his pelt, feathers and bone for gold! We can finish HIM off like the ivory ones!!”

Ivory.

Sweet...little Ivory. The color of his mother’s fur, the color of his kind. The name of his sister. The color that now blinded his sight, mind and emotions. That was it to make the shapeshifter decide all was not worth holding back, the rage that had pushed beyond the barrier. Just this once, he would rage. He would let the rage overtake him. Feed and demolish. Just this once he would throw caution to the wind.

“You shall BURN,” Treble let out with a roar, a deep inhuman voice came through his core. With that, he didn’t care what happened or who got caught in the crossfire in that moment. White, blue lava like flames erupted from his mouth, catching the man talking on fire. He thrashed with all his might, mouth open and pouring fire and destruction out of his maw on everyone and everything around him. With a twist, he was free, using his wings to violently destroy and crush anything he could, snapping his teeth down on one of the men in the process with a sick hissing crunch. He would have his fill, feeding and killing. They would all pay today. All of them.

Kill.

Kill.

Need to just kill. That was all the dragon wanted. Death. The taste of their blood on his tongue. The sensation of their line ending like his. In the most painful way he could muster, fire that burned hotter than most suns but killed and burned slowly on his victims. They would feel every ounce of pain they inflicted on his brethren, unto him. On his poor, innocent little sister.

Blind rage fueled fear was all Treble felt in that moment. He spit his fire, ate his fill, and beyond such boundaries he used to hold. He lashed out, ripping and crushing humans with his claws, burning buildings full of people, children included. He didn’t give an ounce of a damn. He would end them as they ended his. This went on until what was left of that part of town was ash, burning flesh and the screams of the damned. With that, the dragon spread his wings and took flight, spitting fire and brimstone as he went, going to the one place the human’s didn’t know about. His cave. His sanctuary where he would rest, heal, and plan his next move.

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Meanwhile, golden eyes had watched from afar as the onslaught had taken place. It had heard every fear laced word that ran through the other being’s mind.  The fear was ripe, sweet in taste… laced in rain and honeysuckle, a taste different from humans. Quite a different flavor but one to be savored. One that was wanted, needed again. Though, the sight of the ‘human’ turning into a bird, or ‘dragon’ as the others called it, was unexpected. The terror thought the other was another of his kind but It was wrong.

 The eldritch clown stayed out of sight, out of mind while the rampage went on, soaking up the fear with deep breaths as the town went ary and burned to the ground. It was beautiful, all that raw untapped fear and despair. Being eaten, burned alive, crushed, eviscerated… the fear of knowing the imminent death was pure bliss. A feast to behold once the dragon would leave. It dare not risk being seen at this moment but It had what it wanted to know, what it wanted to see. 

It came out of hiding once Treble left, taking It's chance to smile wickedly, feasting on the fear of what little survived the attack and danced gleefully into the night until It's stomach was full and bloated. Now there was only one thing on It's mind: the dragon. Time once more to observe and figure out what this being truly was. With a turn of It's heel, the Eldritch terror slipped into the shadows, glowing gold orbs shown in a new, unquenched hunger.