Few things I wanna mention, I had help making some stuff up from the series of books I'm currently into : The Edge Chronicles. By: Paul Stewart Illistrated by : Chris Riddell |||| For the character Puck, his design was absolutely based off Slaughterers from his book, I suggest you look it up! Only a few changes from his characters though such as eyes and stuff. PLEASE ENJOY AND REVIEW POLITELY! 3
3/7/2025
Damn, haven't kept you updated. Sorry... We lost Jonny, he tried to save Sarah from being tooken in for their sick expiriments.. Sarah wasn't saved. Haven't seen Ed in a few days. We've really been doing the same thing. I still have hope, I hear someone may be coming to help us. Some have said they've seen people watching from the hills not too far away from here.
3/15/2025
I hear something, I wanted to say bye. I may die, I may live but I know something is coming.
~Kevin Barr
He slipped the diary and worn down pencil under the mattress and sighed. He put his hands together and made a quick pray. "Please god or whatever, just don't let me die! Please!"
Dark shadows fell over him as something flew over the tent he was currently in. Angels..? His eyes screwed shut and his nose wrinkled as a terrible stench over came his senses.
Demons.
His blood turned cold as a million thoughts ran through his mind. He jumped to his feet, and ran as fast as he could out of the tent. He skidded to a stop and looked around in awe and terror.
Hairy beasts with large clubs and even just their bare fists were going at the men who actually tried to defend the base. Some others who looked half animal were looking through each tent. All sorts of odd looking things or creatures were roaming all around, either fighting or checking tents.
One stopped infront of him. He had wavy and untamed red hair. Some orange... fur? Ran down his nose and he looked like he had a cat nose. His eyes were like cats, they were brown he as well also had slightly thick eyebrows and pointed ears, one was peirced. He wore green baggy pants, a red cloth used as a belt. He wore no shirt but a red sash was around his from his left shoulder to his hip and another one of the same color around his waist.
A small smile appeared on his face. "Kevin Barr I take it?"
How did he know his name? Who is he? What is he?
He nodded silently, not trusting his voice to show fear. The man nodded and whistles a shorter male over. He looked... like a fish? He had light blue skin, teal hair with light black here and there, and green eyes. He wore a baggy dark green shirt and had gills on his neck. He pushed past Kevin, a hand landing on his shoulder. He couldn't help but notice his hand was webbed as well.
face grabbed his shoulder and led him away from the fighting. He took him a little ways and they hopped fence and went to the hills near by. Once behind the medium sized hills he saw a truck and his other friends from his childhood. A centuar was huffing inpatiently as he shoved Jimmy into the bed of the truck. There was a large blanket and three pillows. Kevin supposed it was for them. They all got into the back, as the centuar requested. A few minutes later they were driving off on a dirt road. The centuar parted and went back towards the camp.
A few hours later, it was getting darker and Nazz was the first to speak, "This is no coincidence, I mean they got all of us. Childhood friends, known eachother since we were babies, In one place and they're taking us prisoner!" They heard a loud amused laugh. The cat/man who was driving continued to laugh, cathing their attention.
"What's so funny!?" Shouted a obviously angry and confused Eddy. He stood it but stumbed and fell back on his butt his dark blue/black hair covering his face. This made Kitty laugh even harder but stopped when he almot swirved off the road.
"Sorry, sorry. It's just y'all assume some funny things. I'd have killed you, we don't take prisoners. You're our guests. You are to have dinner with the boss." The man looked in the mirror of the truck, catching eyes with Kevin.
"W-who's boss?" Spoke up Jimmy, stuttering slightly.
"Take a wild guess. The Devil himself of course! You'd better be honored. He chose each of you to be his honered guest and to have dinner in his mansion. Now sleep up!"
Fearing for themselves and eachother the all only slightly reluctantly tried to get comfortable. The wind blew past loudly and the pillows were a little lumpy and the blanket barely covered them all, but they soon fell asleep.