#cotlxsm

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Pspspspspsps come get your loreeeeeee

Tw for a lot of religious crap and some mentions of death. And remember, we don't need canon where we're going!

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Once, long ago, when the universe came into being, so too did two great beings, known simply as Gods. One, the one who many know of, has many names, often known as Allah, Jehovah or simply God. But the other, the true creator, known to the few, was given the name The Eyes Of The Universe. 

The Eyes Of The Universe created the planets and stars, plants and water, and many animals to inhabit Its worlds. But God grew envious as It watched Its sibling’s creations flourish, jealous of the power The Eyes Of The Universe held. However, God knew It only held the power to make one creation, so It thought out carefully what It would create. The creation had to be so powerful that it could rule over all of Its sibling’s creations, but not obviously so, so that by the time it ruled over The Eyes Of The Universe’s creations, it would be too late to eradicate them. 

And so, it created a species that could evolve quicker, that could learn more than any other animal. And so it began, the evolution of humanity from that very species. Soon, humans would rule the world, being so strong and intelligent that they could easily take over the land and kill the animals that fought against them, but still so weak that they would be forced to remain subservient to God, lest they be reminded of their mortality. 

But slowly, humanity began to realize that there was more power behind their creation than God had intended to give, for they were made in jealousy, and as such, their own jealousy and ambition gave them power. 

God worked tirelessly to keep them down, spreading famine and pestilence, snuffing out lives before they were able to ascend to godhood. However, five siblings found a way to survive every time. 

Leshy, the youngest, would create chaos to distract God, to veil his siblings’ intentions. He was the first to fall. 

Kallamar, the second youngest, would heal the sick and the wounded, forcibly ending plagues brought upon the land. He was the second to be slain by God’s hand. 

Heket, the second eldest, would use the force of the land to grow crops and slay animals for meat to reduce famines. Despite her efforts, she was the third to fall to poison in her own hunt. 

Shamura, the eldest, would make peace with enemies, rallying them against God in an attempt to overthrow It. But eventually, they fell as well. 

Narinder was the final sibling, but he had managed to do something his siblings could not; he had found a way to reverse death, leading to his worship. Such power brought him up to the level of God, but in the end, even he was bested. 

However, due to his newfound power, he could no longer be slain, lest the people shunned God and began to worship Its sibling. So, he was tethered to a new plane, with four chains made up of His siblings’ power, a place where the souls of the dead could be sent in search of rest, instead of wandering the mortal plane seeking resurrection. 

In the aftermath of the battle, The Eyes Of The Universe revealed It had foreseen Its sibling’s betrayal, yet did nothing to stop it.

“But why then, did you allow me to create a species that could conquer your own?” God questioned, and yet was met with an answer that even It could not believe.

“For many reasons. I had foreseen their betrayal, and had hoped you would learn that attempting to usurp power with jealousy would be something that any species spawned out of jealousy would be capable of. But I was also not creating merely to create. I was creating for you, to show you how powerful you can be, to drive you to make a creation of your own, even if only one. I wanted you to feel the power of having a domain to rule over. So now, that is what I want you to do. Go forth, and rule over your creation as their God.”

And in time, humanity forgot about God’s betrayal, following Its word blindly and remembering only It. And The Eyes Of The Universe and Narinder waited in the shadows, expecting to be nothing more than rumors in the wind or tales for youngsters.

Alas, history had different plans.

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Ooo another story!! But with warningssss!!

TW for descriptive deaths, angst and a lot of p a i n

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Narinder sat silently, counting the links on His chains, something He’d done many times before. He knew how many there were already; 27 on each around His wrist, 40 on each linking to His collar. 134 in total. A number practically ingrained in His head.

He remembered everything that had happened to gain them.

How Leshy would fearlessly pull God’s attention away, only to be struck by lightning directly in his eye. How the wound was black, oozing with what was left of his brain. He was the first to fall.

He remembered Kallamar working tirelessly to heal the sick and injured, how he steeled himself before seeing each patient. How he was too scared to leave his tent, for fear of what fate may befall him. How he worked so much, he never noticed he’d grown sick as well until it was too late. Until he was kneeling, shaking, blood pouring from his ears, staining his hair and jewelry as he claimed the world was spinning around him. How, with his final dying breath, he claimed ‘God did this to me…’ He was the second to be slain by God’s hand.

Heket, in all her strength and rough nature, spared no animal to feed the villages. She would always make sure others got their fill, and as such, always ended up eating small, unwanted animals. Her downfall. Narinder barely remembered the bright purple lizard she had eaten on her final day. Before her throat began to close up, before blood began to pour from her mouth. How she clawed at her throat, making it red and drawing blood. Despite her efforts, she was the third to fall to poison in her own hunt.

And finally, wise Shamura. Shamura who aided Narinder as He’d learned to raise the dead, but could never raise their siblings. Shamura who made peace with many nations, and who rallied troops against those directly influenced by God’s command. Shamura, who had tried their best to help Narinder through each loss, even if they could never fully heal Him. Brave Shamura, who, even when their skull was cleaved by an enemy axe, tried to assure Narinder He would be okay. Even as the blood dripped down their face, and stained their hair a deep red. But eventually, they fell as well.

He remembered raising an undead army, how people would gift Him offerings, trusting Him more than they trusted God. How much power their devotion gave Him. How the sheer power stripped the flesh and blood from the bones of his arms and hands. How it had opened a third eye upon His forehead. How He challenged God Itself to a battle.

How close He had come to winning.

But, somehow, He had been overpowered. It was where the memories got fuzzy. From there, He remembered the swirling colors surrounding Him. Green, blue, yellow and purple. He remembered reaching up to God, only for His hands to be tugged down, locked in tight chains. He remembered the collar locking around His neck, the subtle tug as the chains locked to it, too. He remembered the anger. The grief. The yelling. The sobbing. He remembered collapsing to the floor in anguish, curling into a ball as He cried.

He remembered the first touch of a human soul as they began to fade into his realm. The gentle, echoing voice asking if He was okay. The dozens of silhouettes surrounding Him. Worried about Him. Caring about Him.

He remembered one, single thought from that first moment in his realm.

Maybe I won’t feel as lonely here.

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BEHOLD! CULTISTS!

Yes, my drawings did become slightly more compact towards the end, but it's mostly angle and my shitty chromebook camera

They're not in any particular order, but the pairs are relevant; Caramel and Joy are dating, Hopkins and Cipher are besties, and Peter considers himself Luke's guide. Then there's Sylvester, the oldest and the healer who's frankly tired of his fellow followers.

Their COTL species are as follows;

Caramel: Rabbit Joy: Cat Hopkins: Frog Cipher: Axolotl Peter: Fennec Fox Luke: Normal Fox Sylvester: Crow

They're the main members of Lambert's cult (and the only ones I have rn)

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I like you. *makes angels and demons canon in the crossover*

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“My sibling, I offer you a deal,” The Eyes Of The Universe began as It approached Its sibling, who was watching young humans playing on Earth. God turned to It as It approached, intrigued by the deal.

“What may that be?” It replied, narrowing Its eyes a bit.

“I offer to make a creation in your name. Anything you want. However, I will also create something that is the stark opposite. Depending on how it turns out, I will choose which realm the second will go to, but the first will stay with you.”

“Fascinating. Alright then, I accept your deal,” It decided, thinking about what It wanted. After a short moment it spoke once more.

“I desire angels. Beings of pure light, virtue and good, to bring my word to those who seek it, and to watch over and protect the humans. These angels shall have the ability to shift between human and deity-like forms, and shall remain free from corruption. They will be undyingly loyal to me, and those they feel affections for,” It decided, turning to The Eyes Of The Universe. “Those are the beings I want.”

The Eyes Of The Universe created these beings in an instant, the many angels popping into existence and nearly instantly turning their gazes to God. They all had three eyes, two great wings on their backs, golden and white robes, golden hair, small halos, and varying skin tones that reminded God of Its own creation. They all approached It, before settling around the bottom of Its long robes.

“Our Master,” they chorused, and God nodded with a pleased hum.

“Thank you, sibling. They are beautiful creatures.”

“You are welcome. However, I must warn you, the creatures I must make now, will not be pleasant. As your angels are beings of light, virtue and good, these opposing creatures will be of darkness, sin and evil. They will be wrought with hatred, discrimination, and anger. They will preach against you, leading humans to abandon you altogether, to act on their most foul desires. They will seek only to harm and hate, to kill and rape. They will be able to possess your humans, but these humans will gain traits of these demons, so it will be impossible for them to ever blend in. They are nothing but corruption, and will do nothing but oppose you, and have absolutely no sense of loyalty,” The Eyes Of The Universe revealed. “They will be known as demons, and they will only be able to enter the human world through summoning rituals created by humans themselves. I will place them on Narinder’s plane, separated from the human souls, so that they are safe from these foul beasts.”

The Eyes Of The Universe created a red, flaming area upon Narinder’s plane, watching as the chained god cringed away from it as it approached Him. Within this area, many demons suddenly came into being, all of them roaring in anger and surprise upon seeing each other. Quickly, scuffles and skirmishes broke out among them, all of them fighting for dominance in the seemingly small area, although God was sure from where Narinder was standing, it seemed quite vast.

“Really?!” He called angrily at the other beings, “First the human souls to tend to, then these things?!”

“Do not worry, they need not tending to, Narinder. And the human souls are safe from them, as are you. They cannot cross the outer border of the red area, no matter how hard they try,” The Eyes Of The Universe assured Him. “And they are called ‘demons’.”

“By my chains…” He grumbled, reaching out a single skeletal finger towards the area, pulling it away with a surprised yelp as one of the demons jumped at the border of the area, stopped by a transparent wall before it could bite Him. “You are positive that they cannot escape?”

“That wall was created with more power than even God can hold. No matter how angry, strong or determined they are, they cannot even dent it.”

“Alright… If you’re sure…” the chained being conceded, keeping as much of a distance as He could.

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I couldn't figure out how to end it so have my idiots being idiots

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“C-Cipher! Waitwaitwaitwahait!” Luke pleaded, slowly being backed into a corner by his pink-haired cultmate, a few of the others watching on as they approached him.

“Do you have to do this to everyone, dude?” Peter asked, though his expression was more amused than anything.

“Trust me, they do. It’s been their thing as long as I’ve known ‘em. And I’ve known ‘em a long time,” Hopkins answered for their friend. “It’s their initiation ritual into their friend circle I guess? They’ve done it to everyone they’ve befriended to my knowledge, it goes surprisingly well.”

“Do you think they’ve ever done it to the leader?” Caramel queried.

“I believe that even Cipher knows it’s a bad idea to do something so demeaning to the leader,” Sylvester pointed out.

“‘Demeaning’, see, this is why they haven’t even tried with you,” Hopkins grumbled in response.

“G-guys! Help me out! Do something!” Luke called, catching the attention of the others, who turned to see he’d managed to lock hands with Cipher. They were pushing back against his resistance, nearly pinning him to the ground as he fought a wobbly smile.

“Just let it happen, Luke, you know they won’t hurt you,” Joy advised him with a small smile of her own.

“N-noho way! I’m way too ti-... uhmm…” the redhead caught himself before he said the dreaded word, catching the excited spark in Cipher’s eyes.

“That just means your laugh is gonna be even cuter!” they said, having filled in the blanks already. “Lemme getcha, c’mon, just a little! I gotta hear it, at least!”

“No you don’t! You just want to!”

“Well, you NEED to laugh a little, so my point stands! Just a little, I promise!”

“... One minute,” Luke finally conceded, “You have one minute.”

Cipher nodded excitedly, agreeing to the condition, and slowly Luke relaxed his grip on their hands. As soon as he let go, they struck.

“ONEMINUTESTARTINGNOW!!” they yelled as their hands quickly slipped away from Luke’s and darted down to claw at the redhead’s ribcage, pulling bright squeals from his throat.

“CIHIPHEHER!! Wahahait!! Nohot thehehere! Ihi-it tihihickles soho bahahahad!!” he protested, grabbing Cipher’s hands, resisting the urge to push them away against the buzzing, tingly energy that felt like it was filling his whole body. Instead, he kicked out behind him, clumps of dirt and grass catching on the low heels of his sandals.

“Ohh, but your laugh is so cute, Luke! I was right! I always am; the more ticklish someone is, the cuter their laugh is!” they cooed, giggling softly at the laughter-filled whine Luke gave in response.

“Plehehease! Ihi’m gohonnahaha dihihihie!! Cihihipheheher!!”

“Ahawww, Lukey, you’re not gonna die! I know it feels like you are, trust me, but you’ll be just fine!” Caramel assured him with a light giggle.

“Dohon’t lahahaugh ahat mehehehe!” he complained, rolling onto his side in the grass, as if trying to deter Cipher’s hands, as he covered the growing blush on his face.

“Alright, Cipher, I’m pretty sure it’s been a minute. Let his poor, giggly tail up,” Hopkins finally butted in with a smile of their own. With a quiet groan, Cipher let go of the younger cultist, watching as he struggled to stop giggling with a smile on their face. After a few more moments, he calmed down enough for Joy to help him to his feet, keeping him steady as he got out the last of his giggles. 

“How’s your scar feeling? Laughing that much might’ve fucked with it a little,” Sylvester asked as Luke finally stood straight.

“I-it’s fine, don’t worry, though I could use a bit of water…” he admitted, and sure enough, Sylvester was off with a quick ‘On it.’

“So, how do you feel, lil’ dude?” Peter asked their ‘apprentice’, putting an arm over his shoulder.

“Honestly, I kinda feel better. It’s… kinda nice to just chill out and let go a little. I can’t actually remember the last time I did that,” he admitted, earning a little happy whoop from Cipher.

“The power of laughter strikes again!” they cheered, throwing their arms in the air, before pulling them back down with a squeak as Hopkins poked their side.

“I will admit, a healthy release of endorphins like that will help him heal properly,” Sylvester pointed out, returning with a small cup of water, which it handed off to Luke, who mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’. “And it might even help his mental health if it becomes a regular occurrence. We all know he needs it…”

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Also, a gift.

Cultist Facts:

Sylvester: They legitimately have a degree in medical science and use a mixture of holistic and pharmaceutical treatments

Hopkins: They and Cipher used to be members of a biker gang but were forced to leave when Hopkins accidentally killed one of the members.

Cipher: Before being in a biker gang, they used to do freelance bounty hunter work, but when one of their hirers refused to pay, they kidnapped his wife.

Caramel: She used to be a middle school substitute teacher before one of her classes bullied her to the point of a mental breakdown and she ran away into the woods. The entire class was held back as a result.

Joy: Contrary to her name, Joy has clinical depression and was mid-suicide attempt when she was indoctrinated. She is the second newest, next to Luke

Peter: They’re legit just a pothead who saw a cult and decided ‘Cool I’mma join’

Luke:  Luke was the first sacrifice to Eyes to end up in Narinder’s realm after death, due to losing faith shortly before death. Narinder saw this and ‘rejected’ him from death, giving him another chance at life and transporting him just outside of the cult camp.

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This work feels a bit rougher but I need to put out more shit for my crossover so here

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Lambert rang the bell in their temple, calling a sermon as their followers filed in. They counted quietly, recognizing faces and remembering moments among each follower. As the last follower filed in- their most recent, Luke- they began to speak.

“Welcome, my flock, to today’s sermon. I have a wonderful announcement today; this is our first sermon since we welcomed our newest member, Luke! Luke joins us after falling victim to the violence of the Cult of Eyes, so please be patient and cautious as we accommodate him. Peter has taken up the mantle as Luke’s guide to our daily life, but I think he still deserves a nice, official welcome to our family!”

“Welcome, Luke!” the followers chorused, and Luke mumbled a quiet ‘Thanks’, seeming a bit embarrassed about all the attention.

“Now, before we begin, I’ve noticed something odd about everyone today. I know we are starting to have quite a sizable following, but I didn’t realize it was getting this big. Does anyone know why this is?” they asked, watching as the followers murmured questioningly among themselves.

“Should I volunteer someone to give their opinion? Perhaps… you?” Lambert pointed at an unfamiliar blonde in the back of the crowd. The crowd parted as they turned to the stranger, someone who had absolutely not been there yesterday.

“I don’t seem to recognize you, follower. Tell me, what is your name?” they asked him, who looked around at the others before stepping forward.

“M-my leader, y-you know my name! It’s James! As it’s always been!” he insisted as he tried to mask his nervousness with an innocent smile.

“Fascinating. Well, James, if I really know you, then what’s the first thing a new member must do when they join?”

They watched as the stranger struggled for an answer under the increasingly hostile gazes of his ‘fellow followers’. Even Luke seemed to understand what was happening.

“W-well we- we get our robes, of course! We can’t, uhm… follow properly i-if we’re not dressed properly!” he finally answered, unsure of his own words. His heart dropped as Lambert’s eyes narrowed, distrust burning behind their gaze.

“Wrong. The first thing a new follower must do is accept a new name from me, a gift as they part from their old, heretic ways. And I give them this name based on the general feeling they give off. Of course, you would know this if you were a better spy,” they explained as they slowly descended from their pedestal, walking towards the intruder. 

“B-but my leader, I-I am one of your most loyal followers, I-I am-”

“You are a disgusting, lying spy! And my true followers will decide your fate!” they interrupted, shoving James over and planting their boot firmly on his chest. Around them, various enraged and aggressive followers began shouting their own ideas.

“Kill him!”

“Sacrifice him to Narinder!”

“Cook him into a soup! ALIVE!”

“Poison him!”

“Crush his chest right here, right now!”

“Calm down, calm down, must it all be so violent?” Lambert motioned for everyone to quiet down, watching as everyone quieted down, before turning to Luke. “As our newest member, I believe Luke should choose his fate. Luke, step forward please.”

The nervous redhead stepped forward, looking down at the spy. The moment their eyes met, Luke felt the hatred begin to burn in his chest.

You.

“N-no, not him! Anyone but him!” the spy begged as his eyes began to glow an odd cyan color, similar to the color Lambert had seen in Luke’s eyes the day he’d found him, and most times when they made eye contact at camp. The same eerie, unsettling color that was the mark of someone who had been under the influence of The Eyes Of The Universe.

“It’s you. You were the one who… who got me sacrificed! I did nothing wrong and you still made them think I had! Do you know what I went through, thanks to you?! I laid in bed for weeks, trying to figure out why you would betray me like that! Weeks where I had to drink sour herb teas just to relieve myself from the pain, where I had to relearn how to do basic tasks without overexerting! Do you know how many times I passed out?! Do you know how many times his words haunted my dreams?! ‘James tells us you’ve been giving your faith to a different power, you know what we do to traitors’, you knew damn well I’d be killed! So tell me, why the hell did you do it?!” the young man cried, tears forming in his eyes as he confronted the spy.

“P-please, Will, I-I never meant for it to come to that, I-I just thought they’d demote you, maybe exile you-”

“LIAR! You knew they sacrificed traitors! The only reason I’m alive is because I died wrong! Because in my final moments, I lost faith in Eyes to protect me from anyone who sought to harm me. I died, only to come back when He saw whose robes I wore. And my new leader saved me…” the redhead paused as he took a deep breath. “I’m not you, though. I’m not going to let my emotions influence my choice. My leader…” he turned to Lambert, his gaze softening just slightly, “May we keep him in the prison, so I can calm down before I decide what to do?”

They nodded as they motioned to Hopkins and Cipher. “Take him away.”

“Wait, Will!” James pleaded as Lambert stepped back, allowing the two followers to hoist him to his feet, their grips tight on his arms as they began to drag him out. “You can’t do this, Will!”

Luke’s stare only hardened as he watched his former cultmate being dragged away.

“My name is Luke.”

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So uh I did a thing :3

Tw for use of guns and mentions of death

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“So, why did I have to stay here again?”

Patty looked over at Jack and John, both of whom were flipping through the records of the mental hospital that had burned down about a week ago. Just yesterday, John had suspected foul play and had Patty identify every body discovered and retrieve a copy of every hospital document for the two officers, and now she was being told to stay at the house with them, so she rested on Jack’s couch with a cup of coffee.

“Because I want to be sure we have everything in order, and you’re the one who’s paid the most attention to this case,” he reminded her. After all, Patty had been the one to point out that the number of killed doctors and patients didn’t add up properly; there was one missing person. 

Patty groaned and rolled her eyes, mumbling ‘You point out one person’ as she took a sip of her coffee.

“One person is important, Patty. They could have a home, a family! Or they could be a patient who can’t take care of themselves. We need to be able to identify them to find them,” Jack pointed out, and Patty nodded a bit. He did have a point, after all.

“Lambert Shepherd…” John suddenly mumbled, drawing Jack’s attention back to the task at hand.

“What?”

“That’s the name of the final person. Lambert Shepherd, a recently admitted patient. Patty, where’s the file on this guy?”

The blonde sat up and turned to the stack of files, sifting through them as she mumbled something about a dog breed, before slowly pulling the file out from an area near the bottom, handing it to the two.

John opened the file, reading the basic patient record to himself

Lambert Shepherd

Sex: M

Age Upon Admission: 28

Height: 5’0”

Weight: 100 lbs

Hair Color: White

Reason For Admission: Patient has consistent delusions, believes that they can communicate with a god of death, often calls those who doubt them ‘heretics’.

Notes: Patient has expressed preference to be known by they/them pronouns, and refuses to acknowledge any doctors who use he/him. Patient has a nick in right ear. Patient has to be chained to bed at night, and can be known to attempt to kill other patients if they believe they ‘deserve’ it.

Clipped to it was an image of someone John could only describe as mostly hair; hair that was tightly curled, long, and such a light shade of cream that he could see why it was described as white. The image almost reminded John of a sheep, in a way.

“He- They’re supposed to be chained to bed at night, they should have died in the fire,” John pondered aloud.

“Didn’t one of the firefighters point out that one of the beds had been dragged along the floor just before the collapse? It’s possible that they managed to grab the keys and get out before the building collapsed on them,” Jack pointed out, “but, wouldn’t someone have noticed?”

“Not if they were trying to escape the fire,” Patty pointed out. “Their hall collapsed first, so no one could get to them or the keys, so they might have taken escape upon themselves.”

“But their hall collapsed first, how would they have even escaped?” Jack questioned.

“That’s what I’m figuring out. And we would have found their body, too. After all, their hall collapsed, not their room. This makes no sense…” John sighed, throwing the file folder down, sending images scattering across the table in front of them.

A certain document caught Jack’s eye and he snatched it up, examining it. It was a piece of aged paper, covered in strange symbols, surrounding what seemed to be an incredibly simple drawing of a crown with a red eye on it. A post-it note was stuck to the drawing, and on it was scrawled ‘Confiscated from patient upon admission; return to patient if released’.

“Hey, John, is this anything?” he asked, handing the drawing to the sheriff. John sat up a bit as he examined it, tracing a few of the symbols that seemed a bit too familiar.

“Some of these symbols… that cult, in that old house down the road, they used some of these” he noted, “I know some of these. This one means ‘everything’, and this one means ‘sacrifice’... If I had some kind of reference, I could decode this whole page pretty fast. But why did Lambert have this? And what’s this crown in the middle for?”

“What if they’re in a different cult? One that’s kinda connected?” Patty pointed out, the very notion making John’s eyes widen.

“You’re saying there might be two cults?”

“I’m saying there could be multiple, I never specified a number. After all, even for a small town, there’s only so much a few cops can see.”

“You have a point… But we can’t just investigate it without more evidence,” Jack pointed out.

Suddenly, the three heard a thump against the window, turning towards the noise. A few moments passed, and another thump was heard, this time the cause was visible; a rock had been thrown at the window. Jack and John looked at each other before heading towards the door, opening it and stepping out into the back yard.

“Is someone out there?” Jack called into the dark, and for a moment there was no answer.

Then, some kind of red light lit up, small and eye-shaped, fairly high above the ground for a light to be. Then, two more, just below it, lit up as well, illuminating a face that stared back at them.

Jack’s hand rested on his pistol, still strapped to his waist, but John stopped him from pulling it out.

“Who are you?” the sheriff called into the dark, followed by Jack’s own question, “And why are you in my yard?”

“Officers… you have something I want,” the person answered simply, stepping forward slightly, the tip of what seemed to be a combat boot coming into the light.

“Don’t move!” Jack warned, gripping his gun tighter, although his partner’s hand still blocked him from pulling it out.

“Jack, they’re unarmed…” John reminded him quietly.

“They’re also trespassing!” Jack retorted.

“Just give me the paper, officers, and I’ll be gone. I wouldn’t want to send you to Him, after all~” they butted in, reaching out an empty hand.

“Who is ‘Him’? Who are you?” John asked again.

“Everything you need to know, you have at hand. Now, my paper?”

“Those documents are property of Spooktown Mental Hospital, we’re not giving you anything!” Jack answered them.

“Hm, what a pity. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to waste the power I’ve only just gained. Ah well, I suppose stubbornness can’t be helped,” they lamented, their outstretched hand turning up so the palm was facing the two officers.

“Put your hand down!” Jack warned them, growing uneasy at the gesture, but they complied, to his surprise.

“Officer, I don’t want this to turn violent any more than you do. Give me what I want and I’ll be off.”

“Evidence isn’t just something we hand out. Now, get out of my yard before you’re placed under arrest for trespassing and threatening two officers of the law!”

“Oh, that wasn’t threatening officers… This is threatening.”

Suddenly, the light above their head darted downward, before coming to a stop near their chest, and out of the dark suddenly rose a large, shiny, silver gun barrel.

Jack quickly pulled his gun away from John’s grip, firing off two shots in the person’s direction. In an instant, their own gun was gone, and the light moved to the center of their chest, before two light, squishing noises could be heard.

“Oh, dear, you shot me, whatever shall I do?” the stranger cried dramatically, posing as though they might faint, before straightening up, reaching up their outstretched hand, which was now enveloped in a semi-transparent red flame, and suddenly pulled something out the door past the two officers without even moving. As they wrapped their fingers around it, John realized it was the strange, old drawing the two had been examining moments before.

“Hey! Give that back!” John ordered, the only response being a quiet laugh as their glowing eyes seemed to rise too far to be natural.

“Try to catch me, then~” they dared, before an odd, circular portal opened beneath them, purple and filled with stars, surrounded by glowing red symbols. Jack cast his gun aside and darted forward, and just as they sank into the portal, he attempted to grab them. The portal closed behind them as the ravenette toppled forward into the grass below, feeling around for the portal, for the person, for any sign of them, but all he found was his own fired bullets, dented from impact.

I really hit them…

“What the fuck…?” he mumbled to himself, sitting up on his knees, clutching the small projectiles in his hand. He flinched as he felt a hand on his back, turning to see John kneeling down next to him. Silently, he raised the little copper projectiles into the light to show his partner, whose eyes widened, taking one into his own hand to examine.

Slowly, Jack felt around in the grass with his free hand, searching for blood, for any other indication of a hit, but his small search came up empty.

“How…? I shot them, but they didn’t even bleed… That shouldn’t be possible… Did-did they have a vest? Was it that light? What the hell is going on?” He looked back up at his partner as he began to panic, but the brunette merely shook his head.

“Whatever the hell’s going on here is a lot bigger than either of us…”

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So, let's make a deal

I start answering all the asks in my inbox

In return, y'all start dropping in any questions/ideas you may have about my SMxCOTL crossover AU

Do we have a deal?