[IC] What would your oc do to the above oc?

It was the middle of the night and Jackson was fast asleep. But was suddenly woken up by his two pups. They weren't acting normal. As if the they knew something was there. His room was lit from the moon's light, all but a corner... A very dark corner it was, more than usual... Then... It finally emerges from the shadows. That bright red crimson smile he had. His mouth fell open, and his tongue comes rolling out. He slowly approaches Jackson as the Spymaster laid there on his bed. Now, towering over the other the demon breathed in Jackson's familiar scent. And this excited the demon so much. His warm breath could be felt as the beast stood there. Shadow Fiend was salivating, his curious tongue twitching. He gently lifts his inquisitive slithering long tongue and places it on Jackson's tattoo, tenderly gliding all the way up to his neck where the tattoo ends. As if trying to understand the meaning behind it. A deep growl from the fiend... The fiend inches his body closer towards the man. Then lowers his head right next to lonely man, giving a slight nudge. The fiend's 'nose' brushing against Jackson's cheek. Another low growl from the demon, this time, more sympathetic. The demon lowered himself so he could lay his upper body next to Jackson on his bed. The fiend just wanted to be next to Jackson and be his company. The man clearly already had companions, his two pup, but the fiend also wanted to be there. So he made room for himself beside Jackson... Rather Jackson took this as a sign of comfort or not. The fiend stood there with the man until he fell back asleep or until dawn. When the sun's first light came, the fiend was gone.

“YOU!” She eyes the shadow creature with rage in her eyes. “You DESTROYED MY CD RACK!” Shisha gestures to the collapsed cd rack. Shadow Fiend had broken it while trying to sneak up and steal her soul. Shisha was used to shadow creatures since they are common in her realm. However destroying one of her favorite pieces of furniture that held her favorite music.. big mistake. Shisha glares and takes off her slippers. “You’ll pay for this disgusting shadow being.” Shadow Fiend found himself getting kicked in the groin really hard. The knock back caused him to stumble backwards into the wall behind him. “You’re gonna apologize and get me a new CD rack, or I’ll call my friends. You won’t like them!” She threatened Shadow Fiend, even though he could probably snap her in half if he wanted.

The bunny folk leaned back against the fence.  The warmth of the late summer sun pricked the edges of his fur. Dandelion could smell the lavender field that lay before them. Its aroma mixed with the smell of a storm far away. It was a perfect mix. Peace and chaos. Dandelion shook his head. "I prefer to smoke from a pipe," Dandelion said. Breaking the silence between them. He showed Sisha his long pipe. "You can add more s-spice to it. H-herbs too. I don't like the taste of tobacco alone," he said. His nose wobbled. Dandelion inspected Sisha's cigarette, before shifting his gaze back to the lavender before them. "Tobacco is too heavy for me." Ah, he let out his breath. Nevertheless, it was a good afternoon to share a smoke, with a fellow rabbit.
Dandelion stuffed his pipe, lit it and placed it in his muzzle. The heavy mix of lavender and storm collided well with his light smoke. "I don't often see people like us around here. I-it's been a while since I spoke to one of my kin," he said. His fingers traced the edges of his pipe and for a brief second he was quiet. The druid's brow frowned as he lost himself in another train of thought. He shook his head again. "You were quite a fighter, right? A b-bone breaker?" Dandelion's shoulders eased. "Just like smoking, I prefer my combats to be light. I use magic to survive." Dandelion rolled the pipe between his fingers. "I-its remarkable, how different we are..." 

Billy was watching the bunny-folk with curiosity, forcing its half broken LED to focus fully to get the best possible look at the creature before it. The puppet, of course, was no stranger to odd creatures or other puppets, considering its own looks...But this one seemed different. Not a puppet, not a suit...An honest to go actual rabbit person. Was he also treated as an oddity? He couldn't have been treated as property like Billy had been, that would--- Bring up too many scary ideas to the pumpkin's mind.

Instead, meekly, Billy approached the dark furred bunny, eyes literally glowing in its fascination. Should it speak? Or simply wait for reaction? ...Silence seemed best for the time being, watching as Dandelion seemed to greet the puppet without too much of a fuss or confusion on its appearance. Billy, in turn, dipped its head in respect, tilting it softly as it held its hand out for a handshake.

...An introduction. That would do it. That didn't require too many words.

"...Billy," The puppet motioned to itself, quietly, "...You...Are a...Bunny? ...Your name is...?"

Its head kept tilting right to left, a nervous tick when communicating with others. But surely, this rabbit creature was not going to treat it with cruelty. That...Would not make sense! No. It would not!...Would it?...

"...Where...Did you come from...?"

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(follow up hehe junebuggeryy)

Billy's head rotated further than normal, listening intently at every word the little candy person spat out at it.  Threats to kill. to eat. Anything really. Things that it wasn't sure why they were being said to the puppet. Its right LED flickered, unfocusing due to feeling less threatened as more words were being said rather than actions.

Silently, Billy lowered down, holding its plush clawed hands out when "requested" for a piggy back ride. It was more demanded in an attempt to scare it into one, but the pumpkin really did not mind. It did not feel in danger. It had been ripped and sewn many times over. Fear was not palpable in it, especially when using threats instead of actual actions. It took this more...friendly than anyone else would.

Billy's good eye 'blinked', waiting for Ginger to hop onto over onto its arms and shoulders, giving a quiet, "Ok." as its only words spoken during the entire event. 

What a weird run around just for a silly piggy back ride it felt...But, it wouldn't dare say anything to piss off the already irrationally aggressive candy person. Not worth it. No...This was easier. Much easier.

"...You don't smell like you got a stomach," Ginger sank her teeth- lopsided, large things, too big for her tiny body- into the red, shred of meat in her hands, chomping a hefty raw mouthful down. Even she had to admit that the spooktacular puppet before her didn't seem like much of a threat- hence why her weapon of choice, the giant rusty pliers, were simply pointing at Billy rather than cracked through it's head.

"Things with stomachs on them got sweat. They got drool. You look like you'd squeak if I jabbed you." By this point, she was staring, contemplative. If he didn't have a stomach or sweat or drool, he most certainly didn't have anything worth munching on. He looked about as delicious a dinner as an abandoned build-a-bear. The fact that not having a stomach meant he might not eat her gave him some small points. Anything bigger than her could still turn around and decide candy was on the menu for tonight. She shoved another mouthful of uncooked meat in her mouth as she turned the problem over.

"Here's what I shall do!" She spits out a bone, standing up triumphantly. "I will spare your life, Billy-creature! If! If! You give me a piggy back ride."

    “What a surprisingly dapper looking scavenger!” Hyena dug her talons into the sand and gently picked up Fabrico. “I bet you being to someone who spoils you. Must be lucky..” She removes the small knife in fabricos hand. “ I know usually you guys mean no harm. But there was a queen who got killed by a bunch of you. I’m not taking that chance.” Hyena held Fabrico tightly as he squirmed. “I’ll take you to my parents, hopefully they’ll know what to do with you. It’s dangerous to be by yourself among dragons.” With Fabrico in her talons, she made her way to her parents den.

   (Adult sandwings are usually around 15ft? She’s a dragonet so she’ll be like 13 ish?. Just a random fact for perspective.)

     Where customers and employees alike cowered inside the cafe, Ace stood outside at the doorway, hands on his hips as he looked up curiously at Hyena. He looked behind him at the frightened people then back at her, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I don't think you'll be able to fit in there," he said. He glanced to her side, spotting the cactus jug, he perked. "Do you want something to drink?" Before getting an answer, he hurried back inside, ignoring the cowering people and coming out with the largest mug he had (which may still not have been big enough for Hyena).

     "Here, it's hot cocoa," he said. "It's kind of like mixing potions, you know? It's... Why don't you try it? Tell me what you think!" He held it out for her to take. Er, how would she take it?

"I need you to seduce my former lover."

..What a great start!

"I d- -- 'dated' is such an ugly word -- courted a tailor for a while." Maribelle went on to explain. The cafe was near closing, but she felt the need to come in and bother him, anyway. It wasn't like she knew where he lived. Or remembered. Actually. If she knew at all. But, standing at the bar and stirring her latte... and ruining the precious art he had made. "And I left her, but now she's upset and her brother won't stop coming to my house to yell at me. The exact reason why I left her doesn't matter. She's just annoying and I hate her. I don't even know why I bothered to try again with love. It's all the same."

"..But, you're better at relationships than I am, even if you don't really feel anything." she then added, "So I'd assume you're also better at making people fall in love with you. It's your job, after all. So, I'm giving you... sort of a job. Make her leave me alone forever. And make her brother like you too so he'll stop bothering me. If he comes to my house again, I am going to kill him."

     A car going well past the speed limit stopped a little past Devin. It reversed until the back passenger window was besides him, rolling down to reveal... a TV. More precisely, a man with a TV for a head.

     "Hey you. Kid." Mr. TV leaned forward. He tried to poke his head out the window, but after hearing a clank he cursed and gave up on it. "You're part of that gang, aren't you? The, uh..." He snapped his fingers repeatedly before giving up on that too with a scowl and a dismissive swat of the hand. "Whatever it is, you know the one. You're part of it, right? Yeah, I can tell. You've got that swagger. Kind of. You're honestly not what I'd expect from a gangster, but hey, lots of unexpected surprises in my line of business. Besides, a face like that? You'll get a large fanbase for sure."

     Mr. TV ushered Devin to get closer. "You ever wanted a better, safer job, kid? Want to do showbiz? Maybe a documentary series on your gang? All I want is for you to look into the camera and talk a little about your experiences. I'll pay well. What do you say?"