(okay, this crossover seems really fun to me, I wanted to do this, no oneshot here however, sorry!)
Larry's POV
Sal was insistent that they existed, he said that demons exist, so these should too. "Larry! I mean it! These things are real! I'm sure of it!" You can see what I mean.
"Sal! They are internet stories, not real things." I tried to convince him. "Look, we should just go to bed, we do have school tomorrow." I explained.
That morning we walked to school, Sal kept saying about how it felt like we were being watched. "Sal, you read too much about those things. You really should come down and listen to some Sanity's Fall, y'know?" I suggested.
There was someone new. He had brown hair that twined around his neck. He seemed to have a smile, it wasn't even there, just, a small change in a face. His eyes were a silver blue, they glistened in the light. There was another, peircing yellow eyes and ebony black hair. These two were talking to eachother, they seemed to know eachother well. The black haired one spoke with a happy tone, the brown haired one spoke in a blank monotone.
Lunch came around quickly, the pair of boys sat where we do. We sat a few feet away. We were too busy talking about the cult to pay any mind. They seemed intent on listening though.
Lunch ended and we went to Packerton's math class, after she died from the crash we had a substitute. "God I hate this class." The brown haired one said. "Lawrence, it's just math..." The black haired said. "Damien, you know I'm no good with math, it's like asking me to preform a surgery, or asking you to hold a gun, it just doesn't work." Lawrence complained to Damien.
As soon as school was over sal was on that website again, diving deeper than before. "Sal, wanna hang out today?" I asked, he shook his head. "Dude, you need to take a break! You are going to go crazy like this!" I insisted.
Sal came pounding at the door that night. I opened it for him. "What? Dude, it's five in the morning." I complained. "Larry, I have proof they exist." Sal said surely. "Bro...."
Sure enough, he did have proof. It was the plague doctor. "When did you find this?" I asked. "I didn't find it, I recorded it five minutes ago." Sal said, surprising me greatly. "No way sal." I whispered, my eyes wide. "We need to find it." I stated. "Larry no, it will kill a person if it touches it!" Sal whisper yelled.
I got my jacket on and stepped outside. "Larry please!" Sal begged for me to come back. I shook my head. "Sal, I have to do this." I said.
"Do you hear that?" A voice said. It had a thick accent and sounded metallic. "Yeah, I hear it perfectly. It's a person." A darker, raspy and almost crazed voice said. I paused, I felt fear that moment. However, I pressed onward, waiting for something to happen.
"I see them now." The metallic voice said. "It's the boy from the table." That soft calming voice said. "Yeah, it is." The dark voice said. "So, what's a child doing out here at a time like this?" It asked. "I... Sal recorded one of you, I wanted to come after you." I carefully explained. "Ah, I see, do you wish to chat?" I could only assume this was the plague doctor. "I would like that."
The doctor took off his mask.
He looked a little like Damien, only, only his skin was white as paper, only he was taller and thinner, only his fingers were too long.
He has a full set of teeth, each of which are just a bit too long.
"You look familiar." I pointed out. "Yes, Damien, that is who I am." He explained. I nodded in response.
"Do you mind if I go get sal?" I asked. "Don't mind, don't care." The other one said, I could assume it was Lawrence.
I dragged sal out, despite his protests. "Dude, it's Damien and Lawrence. Cool it." I said. "It is?" He pondered. "Yep."
(I literally can't think of anything to do with this anymore, so you get this. Enjoy, this sucks.)
