Hi everyone! I've been dedicating my life to my switch recently, and I've fallen in love with Specter of torment! So I decided to do a fan fic of Donovan (Specter) and Missy!
Donovan's POV
Well now I've done it. Shovel and Plague should appear any moment now. Any moment.
"Specter! Specterrrrr! We won't tell anyone! We promise! Right Shovel?"
"Of course Plague! After all, buddies don't share secrets!"
Damn. They've found me. Oh well. Sitting here ain't doing nothing. Better just sit some more until they reach me.
"Ah ha! Specter! Hee hee! Don't worry. Let's talk about it! No need to play hide and seek again!" Plague teased. "Donovan! Listen, We're sorry if we embarrassed you! We really are!"
I decided to speak. "What do you want?..."
"We wanted to apologize about spilling the beans about you being single and all, and wanting to find love." Shovel said worried. "Yeaaah! We do! Me and Mona can make you a love potion! I guarantee it will work!" Plague claimed.
"Look, I like your encouragement. But I don't want to tell the long lost one, or simply, her." I spoke
"Ooooooh! Who's her?" Plague sneered. "Yes! Who is she? Is she a dead person? A fellow Specter? *gasp* a knight?!" Shovel put his hands over where his mouth would be.
"I...I'd rather not say right now. It's complicated." I blushed when I said that. I hadn't seen her since my accomplishment. Where was she now...
"Well okay Specter, if you say soooooo!" Plague skipped out of the yard.
"Please don't hesitate to ask for tips, Don!" Shovel pranced with Plague.
I didn't know what I was getting myself into. Maybe in the morning I could see her again. I should get some rest. I should head to the village tomorrow morning to vent to the bar tender.
Missy's POV
Oh boy. Another day of being a useless pawn. No one cares about the troupple king anymore, he's just a myth to everyone now. Maybe I should meet up at the village with my fellow acolyte. But...I feel kind of empty. I think I'll talk it over with him. He knows how I feel.
Now that I'm traveling, I might as well take off this weird hat.
Grunting, Missy pulled off the hat and flashed into a spark of blue, teleporting to the village.
Donovan's POV
*yawn* If I can recall, Shovel and plague would be hanging outside. Maybe I can meet my comrades at a table instead of being a edgy punk for once. I wandered and wandered until I thought I could see them in the distance. But then I decided against it. I would rather visit the bar, if I don't want to embarrass myself, then this is the best option.
Missy's POV
"So Shovel and Plague, how's the adventures?" I questioned.
"Nothing much. Just a lot of spelunking and hunting around the lands." Shovel stated.
"Well, me and plague were able to concoct a liquid that could create those samurai-looking beasts. The army could use them." Mona claimed.
I couldn't hear them very well, but my other troupple believer pointed out how the crowd was going wild about the figure clanging through the path.
Donovan's POV
I didn't know why everyone was looking at me. Was it because I was cloaked? Was it my scythe? Was it my masked face? Then out of nowhere...
"Sir! Prepare to fight! Go back to the place you've come from!" A soldier announced to me.
"I beg your pardon, but I believe I've done nothing wrong, I no longer work for the quarter. Leave me be." I said.
"Men! Line up. We shall brawl with this menace to the death!"
And before that, I reached for my scythe, and swung.
I hope that was good for now! I'm just beginning to do this fan fic stuff, so don't expect a A+++ story, but expect a good one!