crossover chaos begins!!!

by nyxtherotter

Summary:

let the crossover BEGIN
WIP

caine caused this

Chapter 1

Tango POV

 

Tango moaned, holding his head.

 

He'd fallen quite a long way; he had no idea where he was.

 

It was an open field of lush green and blooming daisies, which made him feel all the more nervous.

 

"Jimmy?" He called.

 

No response.

 

Tango was alone-

 

-wait. 

 

Tango wasn't entirely alone, it seemed.

 

There was a person, with a misshaped body that looked like a mix and match toy.

 

"Hello?" They called. "Pomni? Jax? Wait, who are you?"

 

"I'm Tango." 

 

"Zooble." The person answered.

 

"Where are we?" 

 

"No clue. Why are you on fire?"

 

"I'm a fire mutant...why do you look like a mix-and-match toy?" 

 

"Long story."

 

"Ah." Tango clicked his tongue. 

 

They walked for a while, searching for any trace of any person they knew.

 

Tango had never felt more alone, despite the presence of another person beside him.

 

The quiet began to make him anxious.

 

Zooble seemed to notice this.

 

"You okay?" They asked.

 

"Honestly, no. It's too quiet." Tango muttered.

 

"Yeah...I understand that. We'll find someone soon. Hopefully."

 

"Zooble?" A voice cut through their conversation.

 

"Oh, hell no. Not you." Zooble groaned.

 

"Who's..." Tango pointed vaguely at the purple bunny rabbit.

 

"That's Jax. Complete ass, and a total twink."

 

"Okay." Tango was still confused. "And you know him because...?"

 

"We got trapped in a digital circus together."

 

What a strange day this was turning out to be.

 

 

 

Notes:

yay! first chapter!!! the next chapters will come out within a week or so!

request future scenarios for this (if you like)!

Chapter 2: chapter two

Summary:

Grian gets a little lost.

And jumpscared.

Grian POV

 

This place was unbearable.

 

He'd gone through fields, past trees, and the endless rows of flowers.

 

Grian thought he was imagining things when he found a rocky path.

 

"What...?" He muttered.

 

Grian walked down the pathway; the trees got thicker, eventually forming a forest.

 

And in the centre?

 

A cave.

 

His curiousity got the better of him and he stepped inside.

 

It was dark, with the only light coming from little mushrooms that glowed faintly behind him.

 

"Weird."

 

He kept going further into the cave, to the point where there was no light anymore.

 

His wings ruffled in discomfort; he couldn't see anything.

 

Grian let out a yell as something scraped against his foot.

 

There was a loud hiss from within the cave.

Oh, shit. 

 

Grian froze when two bright green eyes met his own.

 

It was like one of those eldritch horrors he saw in fairytales, but more eerie than he'd expected.

 

He stared down the pair of eyes.

 

They stared back.

 

Grian wanted to run, flee, do anything at all.

 

But he couldn't.

 

To some degree, all avians experience claustrophobia.

 

And Grian was really feeling it now.

 

The green eyes were still locked on his, which didn't help.

 

Was this thing enjoying his suffering?

 

Did it think it was funny?

 

"This isn't a joke, you know!" Grian yelled. "What are you? Who are you? Answer me."

 

"Funny you should ask that, considering you stepped in here alone."

 

The voice sounded like that of something from an old film, crackled and charismatic.

 

"Answer me," Grian repeated. 

 

"Ah ah ah. You answer me first. Who are you?"

 

This thing was playing mind games.

 

Two could play that game.

 

"I asked you first. It seems right that you should answer first."

 

"Clever. I like that."

 

"Answer the question, damnit."

 

"Fine. I'm a demon, if you must know."

 

"Uh huh..." Grian was skeptical.

 

The shadows seemed to fade, revealing a taller person (demon, whatever) with a wide smile.

 

The Radio Demon.

 

Grian'd heard of him; the beast that ate people alive.

 

"You."

 

"Yes, me. Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you."

 

"Grian."

 

Oh lord.

 

He was screwed.

Notes:

a tumblr sexyman has joined the battle

Chapter 3: chapter three

Summary:

back from the void

Notes:

Pearl and Gem find Grian.

What they're not expecting? An eldritch horror with a sketchy smile.

Pearl POV

 

Pearl froze as she saw something move in the mouth of the cave.

 

She and Gem had been prying around there for most of the day.

 

"Stay back," Pearl warned.

 

"Pearl, I can defend myself," Gem argued.

 

"I know that! Just-"

 

There's shuffling, and both women freeze.

 

"Shut up." Gem hissed.

 

"You shut up!" Pearl whispered back.

 

A familiar figure exits the cave first: a younger man in a red sweater.

 

"Grian!" Gem exclaimed.

 

"Grian, you're alive!" Pearl ran and hugged him.

 

"Yeah. Somehow." He laughed.

 

"What happened in there? Was anyone else down there?" 

 

Pearl stepped back, allowing Grian some space.

 

"Well..." he muttered. "There was another person."

 

"Who?"

 

"No one we know."

 

"Grian, that's not helpful-oh my god there's a giant fucking demon behind you-"

 

And, in fact, there was a taller man behind him.

 

The man had dark red eyes with lighter irises; he wore a dapper suit and had deer-like ears on the top of his head.

 

"Grian, who-"

 

"Alastor, these are my friends, Pearl and Gem." Grian sighed.

 

"Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you!" 

 

He held out his hand for them to shake.

 

Pearl shakes it first, still looking wary.

 

Gem does the same, though more tentatively.

 

Pearl glanced into the distance and saw a familiar figure.

 

"Is that-Tango!" She cried as the blaze hybrid made his way toward her.

 

"Hi! I see you've found Grian." Tango laughed. A mix-and-match toy creature and a purple rabbit follow behind him.

 

"Who are your friends?"

 

"Zooble-" he pointed to the mix-and-match toy, who nodded, "-and Jax."

 

"Nice to meet ya." The purple rabbit smirked. 

 

"Zooble, Jax, these are my friends, Grian, Gem, and Pearl." Tango explained.

 

"And who's that ray of sunshine behind them?"

 

Alastor bristled at Jax's words.

 

"Alastor, pleasure to make your acquaintance," the demon muttered dryly.

 

Somehow, Pearl knew they wouldn't get along.

Notes:

I haven't updated this in forever UGH

suggestions for future chapters are welcome!

Chapter 4: chapter four

Summary:

they're all in it now

Notes:

everyone regroups; Tango has a heart to heart with Charlie about feeling different.

Tango POV

 

It took a few days (and hours of complaining) for everyone to find each other.

 

They'd set up a base camp in the middle of the woods; it was peaceful.

 

Though Tango still felt confused by it all.

 

He was sitting by the lake, throwing stones into it and hissing as water sprayed onto him, causing his skin to burn.

 

Damn his water allergy-

 

"You okay there?"

 

A voice snapped him out of his thoughts; a woman, not much taller than him, was standing next to him.

 

"Oh...yeah. I'm okay." Tango sighed. "I'm totally fine."

 

"You don't look fine." The woman replied.

 

Tango turned to look at her.

 

He recognised her as Charlie Morningstar, the daughter of Lucifer (he was the actual devil).

 

"I don't know. I mean...I'm a blaze hybrid." Tango muttered. "A trans man. I don't exactly fit in. I'm dangerous."

 

"Dangerous how?" Charlie asked. "You're not-"

 

"Yes, I am. My fire is dangerous. I'm dangerous. I've hurt people before...I've-"

 

"But are you hurting anyone now? No." Charlie cut in. "You aren't dangerous."

 

"Then why do I feel that way?" Tango's voice breaks. "Why am I so different?"

 

He hates how it sounds.

 

"Being different is a good thing."

 

"How-"

 

"Look, growing up, being a demon princess wasn't all it was cut out to be." Charlie sighed.

 

She looked pained. 

 

"My mom left, and my dad wasn't exactly present either. I wanted people to be happy, to be redeemed. The world told me I couldn't. Even my dad doubted me..." She ran a hand through her hair. 

 

"...but that didn't stop me. I found friends, a girlfriend, and changed my dad's mind. I think if I weren't different, I wouldn't be here right now."

 

A smile crept onto Tango's face.

 

"That's so cheesy."

 

"But it's true."

 

He doesn't know what came over him, but he hugged her.

 

"Thank you." 

 

"You're welcome," Charlie replied.

 

After Tango pulled back, she grabbed his hand and helped him up off the ground.

 

He wasn't sure what it was about her that made him feel better; her kind nature or the cheesy speech.

 

But he was glad to have her as a friend.

Notes:

yay Charlie!!!

the next chapter will be out tomorrow; requests are still open!

Chapter 5: preening

Summary:

as requested by @Therianbuddies!!!

Notes:

feathers are preened, and peace settles over the camp.

Grian POV

 

Grian sighed in frustration, trying to pry loose feathers from his wings.

 

How long had it been since he last preened them?

 

He reached for a handful of feathers, trying to pull them out...

 

...with no avail.

 

Vaggie soon saw his struggle and approached him.

 

"Need some help?"

 

"Yes, please." 

 

He should've been more reluctant to say yes, but to hell with that now.

 

Vaggie unfolded her own wings, which were a dazzling shade of pigeon gray.

 

Damnit; they looked perfect.

 

Unlike his own messy wings.

 

She plucked out a few red feathers.

 

"When's the last time you preened your wings? They look...um-"

 

"-awful?" Grian replied bluntly.

 

"Yeah. That," Vaggie agreed.

 

Honestly, he had no idea.

 

The last time he'd preened them...maybe before the lighthouse got blown up?

 

No, definitely before that.

 

"It's been a while." Grian grimaced.

 

"Definitely." Vaggie agreed.

 

"Your wings are a bloody mess." Jimmy's voice came from nearby, where Joel was preening his wings; he let out a loud shriek as Joel tugged on a delicate spot.

 

"JOEL!"

 

"Sorry, babe."

 

"You call each other babe? Seriously?" Vaggie snorted.

 

"It's their thing." Grian shrugged. "Gay (maybe bi) men in denial, I'll tell you."

 

"Shut up, Grian." Jimmy pouted.

 

Grian laughed into his hand as Vaggie pulled out a few more feathers; out of the corner of his eye, he could see Lucifer running away from Alastor, who was desperately trying to help him preen his feathers.

 

"Oh, for God's sake, stop being stubborn!" Alastor yelled.

 

"I'm the King of Hell! I'll do what I LIKE!" Lucifer screeched back.

 

"Idiots." Vaggie groaned.

 

"They're hilarious." Grian wheezed.

 

"You have no idea."

 

"Oh, I think I do."

 

"There, all done."

 

Grian fanned out his wings; they looked transparent in the sunlight, reds dappling into yellows, which dappled into blue.

 

"They're amazing...thank you."

 

"You're welcome. Remember to take care of yourself, 'kay?"

 

"Okay."

 

With that she left, going back to Charlie and her friend (Angel Dust, Grian reminded himself).

 

Maybe letting someone take care of his wings wasn't such a bad idea.

 

"JOEL I SWEAR TO GOD-!"

 

Or...maybe it was.

 

Notes:

heheh jimmy and joel amiright

next chapter will be out soon! requests OPEN!

Chapter 6: oh lord.

Summary:

The watchers don't appreciate the peace between everyone.

So, they make a bold move.

(Stolas and Angel kidnapping requested by @AngryGirl22)

Notes:

tw: kidnapping, hair pulling, possession.

The watchers also speak through Grian

There's gonna be a lot of lore this chapter, enjoy!

Charlie POV

 

There was dead quiet until Angel screamed.

 

Something or someone had grabbed him and Stolas; it looked like purple ribbons of smoke strangling them.

 

"What the fuck is that?!?" Blitz yelled.

 

"I don't know!" Charlie called back.

 

Pearl grabbed Gem, who was awfully close to the purple mist.

 

"Oh, no." Grian's face went white. Charlie felt a little concerned for him.

 

"If you know something, spit it out, kid," Husk growled from behind him.

 

"You don't think it's..." Martyn turned to Grian.

 

"The Watchers," Grian replied, voice shaking.

 

"Who are they?" Charlie asked.

 

"They're sort of powerful unseen forces that control, well, everything," Grian explained.

 

"So why do they have Angel and Stols?" Blitz panicked.

 

"They probably want something from us, that's why they're taking them."

 

"LET! ME! FUCKING! GO!" Angel screeched.

 

"Oh dear," Stolas muttered.

 

"Let him go!" Grian yelled.

 

Suddenly, his head jerked weirdly, his eyes going blank and taking on a dark purple colour.

 

"We have no plans to let them go." A voice hissed through Grian's mouth.

 

Oh, God.

 

"Grian! Snap out of it!" Charlie and Scar cried in unison.

 

"Hmm, they're quite strong playthings." Watchers/Grian said, amused. 

 

A coil of mist curled around Angel's throat.

 

"What are you doing?!? Don't you fucking dare hurt him!" Husk snapped.

 

"Don't interfere." The watcher snapped, Grian's body being jerked once again. 

 

Husk dared to interfere.

 

He tossed his cards at the mist, and it seemed to break apart.

 

Angel and Stolas started to fall, but Husk and Blitz managed to catch them, showering them in kisses and trying to reassure them.

 

Grian was still very much possessed.

 

"What do we do?" Charlie linked her hands together, anxiety coursing through her veins.

 

"I don't know." Scar's emerald green gaze was dull.

 

Grian started pulling on his hair.

 

"St-Stop-Stop it-STOP IT!" He screamed.

 

The watcher's voice stopped, his eyes returned to normal-

 

-And he fell to the ground.

 

Charlie caught him before his head hit the floor.

 

"He needs help, right now."

Chapter 7: falling apart

Summary:

Grian wakes up after the watchers have possessed him.

Notes:

yay grian!!!

TW: minor panic attack

Grian POV

 

Grian woke up, head pounding.

 

It felt like someone was squeezing it way too tightly.

 

He almost threw up as he tried to sit up.

 

A hand pushed him back down; another pressed something cold to his head.

 

"What...?"

 

"Go back to sleep." That was Pearl's voice.

 

"What?! No."

 

"Gri-"

 

"No, I can't go back to sleep. What happened?"

 

"The watchers got you...again."

 

Oh no.

 

Grian couldn't remember anything.

 

It made sense; this always happened after the Watchers took advantage of him.

 

He hugged his knees to his chest, skull throbbing.

 

"Hey, it's going to be fine." Pearl sat beside him. 

 

Grian didn't believe that for a moment.

 

"Is he awake?" Martyn's voice came from outside.

 

"Yeah." Pearl called back.

 

"Oh, good. The princess-Charlie, I think?-has been really worried about him. Won't say why though."

 

"Charlie?" Grian repeated. "As in Lucifer's daughter?"

 

"Yeah. Her." Martyn replied.

 

The devil's daughter was worried about him.

 

What an odd twist of fate.

 

He watched Martyn walk off.

 

Suddenly, he realised how empty it was in here.

 

"Pearl...? Could you get Scar? Please?"

 

"Of course."

 

She vanished and reappeared with Grian's boyfriend minutes later.

 

"I'll leave you two alone."

 

Scar looked at Grian, his emerald eyes dull.

 

Then he hugged him.

 

"I'm sorry."

 

"Don't be, Grian. We'll figure this out. Like we always do."

 

"Scar, I put everyone in danger. The Watchers can and will hurt people for their own messed-up games."

 

"That's not your fault."

 

"But I am a Watcher! It is my fault!" Grian screamed.

 

He started to hyperventilate.

 

"Grian, no. Look at me. It's not your fault."

 

"What if everyone finds out? What if-"

 

"They won't."

 

Little did they know, Scar's words would soon be proven wrong.

Notes:

ough my head hurts

next chapter should be up in a few days!

Chapter 8: I NEED IDEAS

HELP

GUYS

I NEED IDEAS

put 'em down in the comments

ty for your suggestions

and I'll try and use most of them