#the eastridge demon

[purplechaosguardian]

Au where Alex sometimes feeds the Eastridge Demon a sandwich and so they’re kept off its hitlist so now they not only have to deal with the Foundation, but also have to be the closest thing their weird dog/roommate has to impulse control.

They named him Clyde :)

[squimbusfrommypolls]

[disasterspinch]

I made some doai themed shirts for funsies. I feel like I could make more but I’m kinda out of ideas as of now.

[isittheboogieman]

*Nah, tf is this weird ass looking giant cat trynna break into my house?

[secret-spirit]

Doodle from the 4th whiteboard that exploded a week ago that I'm proud of :>

Close up

-lyrics in order in undercut:

I can see it in your smile and in your eyes

There's no compassion, no there's nothing left inside

Over and over no you're never satisfied

Made your decision now you're gonna have a bad time

I see your mind now it's slipping faster

Kill or be killed only thing that matters

Across the land all their ashes scatter

Who's the monster now?

[luxury-nightmare]

could you imagine how weird it would be for Alex seeing Pastra for the first time. Like, you just met god and he’s wearing your old face

[illegallyexisting]

posted this on twitter dot com too, but still slaps soooooo

[disasterspinch]

I feel like catnip would also be effective

What if alex gave clyde weed would it chill out

[zan-the-second]

Hello DOAI Sitcom au Tumblr, may I present to you my absolutely unhinged au idea?

So, I fell back into my Pastra hyperfixation phase and I've been rotating the sitcom au in my brain for DAYS. I saw someone post about the parallel of Post-ARG Pastra and Sitcom!Alex having eldritch entities chilling in their respective houses and... I had a terrible thought.

What if I drop Pastra and Hijacker Lankmann into the DOAI Sitcom-verse?

HEAR ME OUT-

Pastra and H!Lankmann just somehow someway finding themselves in a universe just like DOAI but not quite, they couldn't exactly explain why but it feels... off. This is not the world that Pastra created, the one that Pastra knows like the back of their hand. Something in this place is shifted, misaligned to the vision it's maker had for it.

For funsies and also drama, let's say Pastra can change between their actual human form and the form of their mascot. Let's say they figured this out at a terrible time.

Let's say while wearing the skin of their avatar, Pastra gets captured by the Lankmann Foundation thinking they got the Eastridge Demon.

And H!Lankmann, lost and alone and above all else furious, finding himself at the doorstep of the person who is wearing Pastra's face, who speaks with Pastra's voice, who has that stupid, orange gremlin snarling behind them and knowing their the one person who can help him get his human back.

[obbydrawsstuff]

The Eastridge Demon.

(Fanart for @pastraspec's character, Clyde! A super fun, super creepy character. I just had to give drawing them a shot >:])

[disasterspinch]

I wanna slap their bald head 🧡

hello everynyan today i am posint old art of clyde (its mad it doesnt have its costume rightnow)

[chaotic-fandom-hoarder]

mom said its my turn on the writing

…did they grab a weighted blanket last night or something?

Alex slowly wakes up. There’s a heavy presence across their entire torso, not painful but they can feel their legs starting to go numb. Whatever it is, it’s rumbling, like the sound of a lawnmower muffled by several walls.

Alex opens their eyes fully.

That’s Clyde. On their bed. Solidly keeping them from moving and purring like a motorcycle engine.

Alex turns their head to check the alarm clock, but it’s not there. It is, however, flung across the room and halfway broken on the ground. It’s clear that it already went off, and that Clyde did not want to be woken up. If they want to be on time for work then they need to leave five minutes ago.

They try to shimmy their way out from underneath the veldigun. Damn, Clyde is heavy, and Alex physically can’t just push it off unless they want their bones to fuse with their skin. The blanket and comforter are the only things between them and an eldritch creature that could end their life as they know it just by touching them.

Anyone would be concerned about the Eastridge Demon. Alex, however, has given it too many sandwiches by now to be scared and just wants an excuse for why they’re going to be late to work.

Surely Clyde is gonna wake up soon, right? There isn’t much sunlight coming through the window; the sky is blanketed with clouds, and there’s a light drizzle of rain. It must have stormed last night; Alex faintly remembers hearing the pattering of rain against the roof. No wonder Clyde didn’t want to go outside. 

Alex suddenly remembers something else, something that they learned through the Asylum. Veldigun are nocturnal hunters. Meaning that veldigun sleep through the day. 

Meaning that Alex is going to be here for a while.

Alex sighs. When a coworker asks why they didn’t arrive today, they’ll just say it was their cat. It’s a close enough excuse.

[disasterspinch]

Don’t ask how I came up with this one :|

[sorrel-leaf-vespers]

I return with more Sitcom AU writing. I've been studying up, so I'm much more familiar with the AU now! That being said, looks like Alex is a wanted criminal now-

Alex was tired. They’d been staying up late at night lately to monitor and study Clyde when it was most active. Exhausting work, sure, but fascinating and incredibly fruitful. They’d learned so much about it. What they had learned basically boiled down to Clyde being a larger, spikier, more dangerous cat that could talk. Alex wondered if they could teach it to meow like one.

At the moment, Clyde was sleeping on the foot of Alex’s bed. It was nice and dark in Alex’s room with the new blackout curtains they had installed, which made it an ideal sleeping environment for the Veldigun. It was late in the afternoon, so it was bound to wake soon. Alex was in the kitchen making it a sandwich. They’d been trying to sleep for most of the day, too, but keeping Clyde away from the townsfolk of Eastridge County meant sacrificing catching up on sleep to keep it well-fed.

The thing was, Alex was starting to trust Clyde to a degree. Even on days where Alex was away from home for over 12 hours, Clyde would always stay in the house. Ever since that first incident, that first encounter, no one had died. The Smiling Snatcher was, as far as anyone knew, no longer snatching. That wasn’t to say Alex expected it to be perfectly tame. Clyde was still the equivalent of a wild beast. It still had its own thoughts and compulsions. It was still a killer. Heck, it could very well kill Alex at any moment if it wanted to. Alex fully understood that. Still, they couldn’t help but feel like they were starting to bond with the creature. There was still just one rule. Never touch it. That was how you got sick.

Alex heard something hit the floor in their bedroom. A few moments later, Clyde stalked into the room. “Good evening,” said Alex.

Clyde just rubbed its eye. It was still waking up.

“Friendly reminder that the repairman is coming to look at the lock on my back door in a few days. I’ll be home, but you’ll need to hide and keep quiet if you want to hang around.”

“Mhm…”

“Made you a sandwich, if you want one.”

That got its attention. Alex slid the plate across the counter, and only a few moments later, the sandwich was completely gone. “How’d you sleep?” Alex asked.

“Good enough,” said Clyde. “Do you HAVE to work tomorrow?”

“Yeah. It’s the only way I’ll be able to get to the bottom of whatever is going on. Besides, the better I know the asylum, the better we’ll be able to plan getting Winfrey out.”

Clyde nodded, stretching its long limbs. “Alright…”

There was a sudden knock at the door. Alex and Clyde both jumped. What in the world would someone be doing at the house on a Wednesday afternoon? “Get in the closet,” they whispered to Clyde, who quickly complied. They took a step toward the door, but before they could get any closer, they heard whoever it was speak.

“Mx. Alex Williams? This is the Eastridge County Police. We’ve gotten a tip-off that you may have information on the Eastridge Demon. We’d like to ask you a few questions.”

Alex froze in their tracks. How did they know that they were harboring Clyde?

“The man who tipped us said that you would recognize his name. Does ‘Herbert Lankmann’ sound familiar at all? Said he’s your boss.”

A second officer began talking. “That must mean you work at the asylum. If anyone’s got information on the Eastridge Demon, it’s you.”

Alex felt their heart begin to race.

“Mx. Williams, Mr. Lankmann informed us that we are under full authority to arrest you for treason if you refuse to comply.”

Oh no.

Alex sprinted to their room and began packing a backpack. Clyde poked its head out of the closet, watching concernedly. “What are you doing?” it whispered.

“Getting out of here. They know you’re here. Help me out.”

The packing frenzy began. Extra clothes, hairbrush, hat.

“Mx. Williams, if you don’t answer the door, we will use force.”

Research notebook, spare notebook, pencils.

“Mx. Williams, this is your last warning.”

Some extra food, first aid kit, as much money as they could grab.

Something slammed into the door, shaking the whole house. Alex quickly zipped up the backpack. “Let’s go.”

They ran for the back door and tried the lock. The lock jammed. Something slammed into the door again. Alex heard cracking wood. Oh, that stupid back door. Stupid broken back door! “We’re stuck,” they said in a shaky voice.

A growl welled up in Clyde’s throat. “Not on my watch.”

Alex yelped in surprise as they felt Clyde grab their wrist and pull them into what could only be described as the most violent hug they’d ever experienced. It smashed through the back window, covering Alex’s head to shelter them from the shattering glass, cleared the fence with one leap, and took off running to the tree line. If Alex wasn’t in panic mode, they definitely would have tried to calculate how fast Clyde was moving. It was nothing short of inhuman.

Within seconds, Clyde was carrying Alex up a tree. Alex looked back at the house. They could see officers in the backyard, investigating the broken window and forcing the back door open. Multiple police cars were out front. It looked like some officers were inside, too. Their heart pounded. Their home…

“We need to go farther away,” said Alex. They didn’t want to look at the scene anymore.

“In case they decide to search the forest? Good plan.”

Clyde began hopping from tree to tree, holding Alex in one arm. Alex held back tears. They were terrified. They were a wanted traitor now. Lankmann would stop at nothing to recover them and Clyde.

Clyde finally hopped down to the ground. “We should be far enough away now,” it said. “Want me to let you go?”

That was when it fully clicked for Alex. Clyde had grabbed them. Clyde was… TOUCHING them. Alex began to panic again as they registered a pain in their hand. “Clyde… please say you’re just touching my clothes and not my skin.”

Clyde sucked in a gasp. “Oh…”

Alex looked down at the back of their hand. One of Clyde’s spikes was digging into it.

The shock and terror set in immediately as Alex wrestled free of Clyde’s grip. They’d touched Clyde. They had TOUCHED it. They knew the symptoms of Veldigun sickness well by now. The thought of having to go through that…

“I’m… sorry…” said Clyde, backing up slowly. “I just wanted to help…”

Alex stared at it for a few seconds before sitting down on the ground. “I know. I can’t be mad at you for trying to help me.”

They sat there for another while with their face in their hands. Their whole life had just been turned upside down. No home, hardly any belongings, an enemy of the state, and doomed to catch Veldigun sickness. There was no hope. Or, at least, there wouldn’t have been, if Clyde hadn’t draped an arm over Alex’s shoulder and said, “I have an idea.”

[secret-spirit]

For a bit more context this was a moment taken from "16 minutes of The Devil from Da bible" cuz in the discord someone mentioned that the dynamic between Da Devil and Shadow is like Alex and Clyde in the sitcom au, curious i watched it and not even 6 minutes into the video i got this idea.

And also sometimes my mind just takes me back to the "take the Old lore as non-existent when discussing the new lore" and makes me think. And i mean think alot. Since Clyde was always referred to as "The Eastridge Demon" or "The Smiling Snatcher" but never Clyde was mentioned in Doai, Clyde was always it's name on a general standpoint if you know Pastra or you stuck around before doai. Idk i just occasionally think of how maybe Clyde isn't it's name in doai and all that overthinking.

[luxury-nightmare]

mom says it’s my turn on the writing

The orb sat on the table, cracked but not shattered, with six pairs of eyes trained on it.

The Nightmare knew the story is was supposed to be. Sitcom Au, the one she loved. She lived and breathed this story, wrote for it so often she felt she sometimes clogged the tag. Drew her designs over and over. She’s put Alex through hell and back to give them a happy ending.

Characters are like geodes after all. To know what makes them special, you have to break them.

She had no clue how or why Pastra and V. N. Lankmann got here.

This wasn’t the Sitcom Au she knew, the control she desperately needed ripped away from her in one simple act. The offshoot had been given a name. Modern Prometheus, after a song.

God was there on earth, and they were wearing an Eastridge demon hoodie.

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Alex could feel the eyes trained on them, even though they couldn’t see them. They knew they were being watched, call it heighten paranoia from being on the run, call it their new senses from the transformation they were going through, call it simple anxiety. They were being watched, they knew it.

They had asked Clyde and …..Lankmann about it, still felt weird saying that name in a friendlier context, but nothing. Lankmann had looked a little weird as they asked, and he brushed it off to quickly.

He didn’t ask to be here

What was that?

You can hear me?

Alex turned around, only to see six pairs of purple eyes looked onto them, just as confused as they were. But not nearly half as scared.

Alex?

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Back in the office, the cracks in the crystalline orb got a little deeper.