Daryl’s bike breaks down by the side of the road. AU
Warnings: None (1928 Words)
Daryl’s bike shuddered, the engine spluttering its last breaths like a dying man before he slammed his boots on the tarmac and heaved off the seat. With a groan he pushed his Yamaha to the side of the road, avoiding any potential incoming traffic although at this time of night in rural Georgia a passing car was unlikely. Very fucking unlikely, Daryl snorted pulling off his helmet and throwing it on the grass.
He closed his eyes, savouring the coolness of the night before batting away the tendrils of hair that always seemed to find a home over his eyes when he was riding. When he pulled his phone from his pocket it was just as he suspected, no signal. Perfect.
He cast a long hopeful look around the surrounding fields for any signs of hazy light that would indicate a house, or even better a town, in walking distance. There was nothing.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been stranded in the middle of nowhere like this. Since he’d moved to LA he hardly ever made it back home to Georgia. Why would he? There was nothing here except the shithole house he’d grown up in and his ex con big brother. But his manager had decided to book a gig near the one horse town that birthed all of Creep’s band members and he’d had no choice but to accept it.
A creepy horror ficlet exploring an interesting headcanons/what if scenario involving Greg, particularly about abilities he shows in his Challenge Mode fight. Also introducing a new OC! This gave me the chills, so spooky content warning ahead.
Soli Deo Gloria
He felt as if he had been in the swamp for hours. The atmosphere was oppressive and his leather armor and cloak felt as if it were fused to his skin, but it was just what a hunter had to endure within the corrupted Hallowland.
Whenever his resolve dampered, he simply called the memories to mind. The screams in the middle of the night. The abductions. The messily devoured corpses left in the creature’s wake. The countless men who had been lost trying to fight this horror. No one lived long enough to get a look at it for long. It was a gangly humanoid with unnaturally slender limbs.
But the laughter of the monster often gave its location away.
He heard it closer. A rustling in the dead plant life. A brief shadow. He swiftly drew an arrow and took aim.
You will not hide anymore, monster. He thought to himself as his eyebrows furrowed.
Have you tried washing out those stains? Why not use OXI CLEAN LAUNDRY STAIN REMOVER Read that in a Billy Mays voice
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve tried to wash the stains out. Eventually I just decided to stop trying, they’re a part of me after all. I’ve never tried with Oxi Clean, mostly cause it’s laundry detergent and I don’t want that anywhere near my mouth.
New oc motivated me enough to draw a headshot of him (the full body doodle came a few days ago) Tried to find a super quick way to lay down colors ad I think I got it (can u tell I only attempted with the face tho