Exorcise him! // Craig x Tweek // (Creek)

★ 6 | Not The Worst ★

"No you won't" he hums back at me playfully, this time it's him, he leans in closer to my face. Stringing the cocky response off of his two rosy lips.

Ah? Ha! That so!?

"Pesky little-" I snicker, feeling a little angry at his subtle arrogance. Where did it even come from? Where did this soft hint of confidence strive from? I don't remember him being so bold the second I ran after him.

No my ass, you demon!

I pin both of my hands down to his wrists and push him up against the floor, he shrugs at this, but I keep my hands firm. His head softly grinds against the uneven floors and he releases a soft quiet grunt from his lips.

Now I finally get his attention, now the only person he looks at is me. Nonetheless he just doesn't stop, he keeps that same damn grin on his face. As if the world has been paying him a favor, playing by his rules.

Keeping him alive, because God knows that my abilities to exorcise are shit. And well the smile on his face confirms it, he gives me that snotty look, that look that tells me that he knows. He knows that I'm not capable of it, and it's well...true.

I just can't...I can't do it.
But that confident smile on his face sure makes me want to.

"Let's see if that little grin of yours is gonna stay for any longer, yeah?" I hum, recounting the words from the spell. Playing the syllables for one last time in my mind.

"Oh it will," his words hit me like darts.

Someone's gotten far too cocky for their own good. Now...I sigh and lean back, letting go of his hands. He retracts them back and sits up straight. But I push a firm hand against his chest and push him back down, "jerk" he musters and I roll my eyes.

Now if this really doesn't work...then this is going to be hella embarrassing for me.

Finally, I take one last breath, and I make sure that this is my last. Carefully keeping my hand on his chest I grin and recall the spell. Every word slides off my tongue perfectly and he bitterly bites down on his bottom lip.

My perfection causes him to frown a little, it seems like his perfectly calm demeanor is starting to break. Nonetheless he doesn't break eye contact with me. He's not one to back down, to look away. If he's going to die, he'll die looking at me. Looking at the one monster who brought him into this earth and executed him the minute his heart broke all honesty.
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"Open your heart to salivation!" I close my eyes and grin, but nothing covers the horrible feeling I get churning in my throat.

"Uh, open your heart to-"

"Ouch" he snickers and raises his brows. I'm busted. God, when I think that it's going to work, it just doesn't. It's humiliating and I feel embarrassed. In all the ways that I could possibly be ever tortured in, this one has got to hurt the most.

"I told you" he smiles, keeping his eyes fixated on mine.

"You won't."

And...for once in my life, I hate to admit how shitty and embarrassing something like this could actually be.
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