Group Therapy

Group therapy

Jeff, Nina, dr. Rein and me

My version of EJ, aka the Scottish furball

I lob them sm <3

"Calm"

More lore, lol

finally something more normal, wholesome :3

He was stared down upon by the big creature as he slept, his chest rising and falling as he did so. He looked peaceful, and yet the demonic looking being decided to break that peace. It got closer to his sleeping form, getting on top of the bed as it loomed in front of him. 

"Wake up.."

The deep demonic voice echoed inside his ears and head as he lied on the bed, not covered by any blanket or sheet. The voice was surprisingly calm as it spoke, as the man continued to move around on the bed as he kept his hood on his head, preventing the sunlight from hitting his face, though he was sweating from the heat.

"I said.. wake up, you foolish man!" 

The voice barked at him, echoing in his mind once more.

The man groaned as he sat up, taking off his hood and revealing his scarred and disfigured face to look at the demonic being in from of him. The large red malnourished looking hellhound grinned widely from seeing him awake, it's four lantern like eyes fixated on the man as they glowed in an eerie way. It let out a pleased bark and wagged it's tail. The man yawned and stretched, his bones cracking slightly. Jeff then got up as the dog stretched as well, seemingly mimicking his actions. He chuckles and pat's Smile Dog's head, making it's ears raise up, the grin on it's face remaining.

"Have you had your rest, Jeffrey?"

The demon dog asked as it tilted it's head, now trying to read his mind to get the answer. The creature shows friendliness, so it took him aback slightly, but brushed it off the moment after. Jeff smiled slightly, his scars twitching as it heard a single word coming from his mind, a simple 'yes'. Smile Dog wagged it's tail in joy, once more pleased, making Jeff chuckle. 

This routine has been happening for a while now: Jeff goes to kill someone, the Smile Dog appears to keep him company while he takes care of the body or it just eats the corpse while Jeff has his back turned, they walk home together, Luca plays with it or they all sit in the living room and watch Tv. Well, the humans do, Smile isn't interested in the things they watch, especially when Luca watches his shows. The other residence, or Liu and Luca, are unaware of the kind of creature Smile Dog actually is, but it's the best to stay a secret since both of them are two innocent souls. 

This isn't some kind of an owner-dog relationship, no, this was actually more like two allies. Smile Dog is not to be seen as some pet, because its a powerful demonic being in a form of a dog, a hellhound, who yearns for human energy and flesh. And Jeff knew that ever since it revealed it's true form. 

Jeff walked away from his bed, walking into the closet to put on fresh clothes. He took off his hoodie and shorts, putting on  normal boxers without putting on a shirt, washing his face, waking up some more, and then walked back in his room, where Smile Dog was lying on the floor, now in it's normal dog looking form as it panted from the heat. The windows in the room were all opened, and yet it was hot as hell. He sighed and opened the door, motioning for his hellhound ally to follow him as he walked out of his room. Smile soon followed him, still panting heavily. 

Liu and Luca were in the living room, Luca watching the morning cartoons as Liu scrolled through his phone, just going through the news at a site. They took their attention to Jeff and Smile once the two appeared from the hallway, Luca smiling brightly at them. 

"Good morning papa!" 

Luca said, sounding so innocent and joyful. Jeff smiled and waved as the dog walked up to the young boy, starting to lick his face as it wagged its tail. The boy giggled and pet the husky, still smiling brightly. Smile then sat next to Luca on the couch, laying its head on Luca's lap as the boy continued to pet him. 

"Good morning to you too Smile!" 

As Luca stopped watching the TV as started to take his attention to Smile, Liu turned off his phone and waved at his brother as Jeff waved once more back. 

"We let you sleep a bit longer, so we had breakfast without you, but we saved some food." Liu said with a chuckle, removing his fogged up glasses to swipe with a small cloth. He then placed them back as he watched his brother nod and go to the kitchen, disappearing after he walked off. 

Jeff entered the kitchen and spotted the plate of pancakes that were waiting for him on the table, a fork, knife and a glass of water there as well. He sat down and cut the pancakes in pieces so he could eat more easier and started to eat.

As he ate, Smile walked into the kitchen and started to drink from the bowl it had, hydrating. Jeff chuckled, watching Smile as it drank it's water. He was enjoying the sound it was making from drinking it, somehow. He always loved animals, even though Smile isn't even considered an animal, even as a hellhound. Smile finished drinking and lied on the cold kitchen tiles, cooling itself off. 

"I hate summer. It's hot.. too hot."

It was slightly ironic, for a hellhound to be hot in this weather, since it was supposed to be used to the heat. But it wasn't wrong, it was hot both inside and outside. Normal Texas weather, right? 'No shit.' Jeff thought, making Smile perk up and read his mind. Smiled growled slightly at his comment, but then chose to ignore it and lower it's head, going back to just lying down.

When Jeff finished, he drank the water from the glass, tilting his head backwards so he wouldn't make a mess from his cut scars on his mouth, who were causing him to lose some on of the water he tries to drink at times. Tilting the head backwards helps him greatly. He then placed the dished in the dishwasher and just walked back to the living room, sitting on the couch with his son and brother. 

Liu was flipping through the channels with the remote, sitting with his legs crossed. He then chose a random channel that played movies, an old horror movie playing on the screen. Luca sat closer to them both, now sitting the middle of his dad and uncle. Both Luca and Jeff's attention went to the movie and they watched it together, Luca holding onto Jeff just in case a scene unfolded that he wasn't comfortable with. Jeff felt his body relax and let out a content sigh, wrapping one of his arms around his son, making sure he felt safe, his gaze softening slightly as he glanced down at him, giving Luca's head a gentle kiss. He then turned his gaze back at the movie that was being played.

Liu watched the cute scene unfold beside him, looking at them both in awe, chuckling as he took his gaze back to the screen, now watching the movie as well. 

The movie was a good distraction from the heat, it was nice for them to bond together as well. A normal calm day, a break for Jeff, from the violence he causes, a break for Liu and his job, and just a nice thing to do once in a while. It made them seem like a normal family, like it didn't have a mentally ill scarred man that commits murder every once in a while, like he didn't have a secret hellhound for an ally. Just a normal family, yep. 

Smile appeared once more, panting slightly, sitting on the floor beside the couch. It lied down and closed it's eyes, taking a nap as the other three continued to watch the movie. Luca was clinging himself to his father, who was watching the movie with a wide grin as everything unfolded, Liu staring at the screen, seemingly unfazed by everything that was happening in the movie. 

It was a peaceful day for the Hodek family. A good day to relax and it was just not a day to rush anything and to just lie around, cool off and hang out with each other. 

Just a nice, normal day with a nice, normal family. Right?

The Killers.

SMILE DOGGO

SCARY DEMON DOGGY FINISHED >:3

Also the sketches from before 👍

Explenation:

Smile dogs form actually depends on if it uses its powers. If it isnt using its powers, tgen it looks like a normal husky that got its fur dyed by the own or something, while its actual demonic form is more of a demonic malnourished looking dog with 4 eyes and a big grin.

It feeds off of human energy and emotions, mostly fear, sadness, anger and such. Aka negativity. But it wont hesitate actually eating the human. The more it feeds, the stronger it gets, but it still looks malnourished.

To feed off your energy, it actually appears itself like someones fear, someone who they hate or mourn the loss of.. Just to get that energy out. The human feels drained and just out of shape, but they dont die unless Smile dog decides to eat them.

It navigates through the shadows and electronics, a better way to get to know its victim, to find their soft spot, and attack them with their weakness.

"Soldier"

MORE LOREEEEE

Tw: Blood, gore, violence

One single man.

It's one single man, and yet he's surrounded by ten members of the task force of police, sitting quietly, cuffs wrapped around his wrists. 

The ten people stood around him, in all gear, from uniform to their weapons, from their masks to their bulletproof vests. Covered head to toe, as the cuffed up man was sitting their in only a bloody white hoodie and jeans, his blonde hair hanging loose and his gaze down to the floor slightly hunched over. He was seemingly deep in thought, contemplating things silently.

There wasn't a word spoken between anyone, all of the members standing there like soldiers as Jeff didn't move an inch from where he sat, the silence eerie. 

Suddenly, one of the younger members walked over to another, shifting his gaze off from the man to whisper in his colleagues ear. He made sure to be quiet, but it seemed that the cuffed man somehow heard it, perking up to look at the young member in the eyes, his green ones locked with the member's. He knew what he heard, it was about his apearense. It always has been. But he couldn't protest, he couldn't speak. He just continued to stare until it became too intense for the young man, and looked away from him. 

'He doesn't know what he got himself into.' Jeff thought, looking at every task force member afterwards. 'They all don't..' He was aware by the fact that this job is serious for them, since they placed themselves in danger every day, like he was thought to when he was young and under his fathers wing.

"The hell you staring at, freak?" 

One of the task force members spoke up, making Jeff's eyes shift to them, now looking at them more coldly than he did with the others. It was another young man, resting his back on the wall for support with his arms crossed as he stared back at Jeff, almost like a glare. Jeff's gaze lowered to the name tag, which said 'Ethan V.'

Jeff didn't respond, of course, since he just couldn't, his scars twitching as he clenched his hands in frustration. The young man didn't seem as professional as the others, especially by the way he had spoken to him. He just sighed and looked back down. 

Ethan's father is part of the station, a valuable and one of the important members there. His family is known for that, everyone in town knew who they were and what they did. It was the reason he joined the task force, to impress his father, maybe become better than him in some kind of way. But the 'fame' got to Ethan, and now he's just some guy with a big ego, acting like he's the boss of the task force group, like he's better than anyone. And his father does not know his treatment towards the other members..

"Hellooo, freak show! I'm talking to you!"

Ethan took a step forward with his fist clenched, soon stopped by one of the other members. A woman, older then Ethan but younger than Jeff, just standing in front of Ethan, a blank look on her face. She shook her head and then spoke. 

"He can't talk. We don't know how we'll communicate with him."  She said, shifting her body slightly as he took a glance at the cuffed man, her gaze softening slightly. "Not yet, at least.." 

The task force members teeth clenched as he heard the woman speak, now glaring at her. He thought for a moment, before he spoke in a more irritated, overreacting tone. 

"Are you taking his side?"

"What? No! I-"

SLAP

The sound was loud enough to make everybody tense up, just staring at what just happened. The woman stood there in shock, now holding her cheek, that was slapped the second before. Jeff let out a low growl, getting up  and stood in from of the young man, still cuffed, just glaring at him. He was fuming with rage, looming over the disrespectful strike force member. How could he have done that to the poor woman? What did she do to deserve such harsh treatment?

No one stopped Jeff from walking up to Ethan, they were either too shocked and frozen to intervene, or just wanted to see what might happen between the two. Jeff just stood there, glaring at him like some angry eagle who was ready to fight it's opponent, attack its prey. One member got the courage to step forward and stand close to them, to make sure nothing worse happens between the two, as well as making sure the woman was alright. 

Ethen was taken aback by his sudden movement, and could only stare back, surprised by his intimidating stare. He went silent now, his body slowly getting shivers as the stare continued between the two. It really shut him up, didn't it? 

Jeff stood there for another few seconds, before he turned away from Ethen, his gaze shifting towards the young woman, who just standing there, in some kind of both shock and sadness. The cuffed man tilted his head and pointed towards her, as if to ask if she was alright. When she realized what he meant by his movements, she nodded. 

"Yeah.." 

She said simply, feeling her body relax as her gaze lowered to the ground, clearly still in a bit of shock from the cruel slap. He took a mental note of it all, then walked back to his previous seat, sitting down and hunching over, looking down at he ground once more. Ethan moved to the corner of the room, not saying a word, embarrassed by the fact that he was frightened by a single glare from the man. 

The other's were slightly amazed by the mans actions, the others weren't sure if the anger shown towards their colleague was real, and if he was just trying to manipulate some of them. But one thing's for certain, it shut the cocky bastard's mouth for a good while, and they were happy about it. 

When the woman calmed down, she walked towards Jeff, sitting down next to him, just to be close, and not let him do something. Yet she was still quite grateful for what he's done for her, even though he hadn't spoken back, or yelled or something, he remained still and just stared, intimidating someone that has hurt her. Yet it was something quite new to her, for a dangerous criminal to do something like that. 

But she couldn't let her guard down. 

He's a murderer after all. 

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It wasn't long for everything to become pure chaos.

It was only 30 minutes after Jeff shut Ethan up, and now everything turned 180 degrees. 

Ethan and a few of the members were having a massive argument, yelling at each other after Ethan started to comment on Jeff's apearense once more and only got him enraged, but the woman from before kept holding him back from it all. But, did she manage to keep him like that long enough? No. No she didn't. 

He pushed the woman away, breaking the cuffs at first try, which made the woman gasp. They all pointed their weapons at him, but he ignored and approached Ethan punching him in the face. Ethan fell on the ground but pointed his gun at him, looking at him with hatred. 

Something hit Jeff at that moment, a memory coming from the back of his mind, something he wanted to forget, and yet he remembered. Something just clicked for him. 

"Father, please!" 

"Oh, stop complaining!"

"Please.. I'm scared.."

"Stop that and be a man, you should get used to having a gun pointed at you! Especially if you're in a war zone!"

"What if I don't want to go to war?!"

"You won't have a choice! Now stop being a damn brat, I'm helping you to be better for the military.."

"I don't wanna!" 

"Quit complaining, you're acting like a child."

"I am a child!" 

The old memory played in his mind, the voice of his father echoing in his mind, the knowledge of his training coming back. He was raised like a soldier, to be one, to fight like his own father, like his grandfather.. to make the ancestors proud. But.. at what kind of cost was that? His childhood.. the life he could've lived, of course. 

He stood still, and then punched him once more  as the others tried to get him off of Ethan, but he continued to punch, and then took Ethan's gun, shooting him in the head, his blood and brains going everywhere.  Then he started to shoot everyone else, but missed a few in the process. They all started to shoot back, and once Jeff got on his feet, he attacked. Only seeing red, filled with rage. 

He punched, he kicked, he shot. 

He broke peoples arms, legs, their bones being crushed by his strength. 

He broke their jaws, he made them all bleed. 

Jeff was fast, he managed to not get shot much, and yet he was still wounded in a few places, but continued to strike them all, even crushing one of their sculls. The woman from before was in a corner, unable to move as the scene unfolded in front of her, she heard their screams, she heard their cries, they were all in pain and in agony as they were being killed. 

She was terrified to watch, but couldn't close her eyes and just kept them open as she saw her colleagues die in front of her. The woman wanted to run, to scream for help but it was too late. The room was soundproof, the door was closed shut and she didn't even have the key to unlock it. 

He stopped after he killed almost everyone in the room, the floor and walls now painted with the red liquid, the room filled with mangled corpses. Jeff was breathing heavily, his breath hitched, his fists clenched, the grip on the gun being tight. The killer then approached the woman, couching down at her level, now staring at her.

The woman started to sob, and yet she felt he body relax, seemingly accepting her fate. 

"Please.. just- just make it quick."

She spoke quietly, not even looking at him in the eyes as tears continued to fall down her cheeks. Jeff's breath was still heavy, his chest rising and falling at a fast rate, sweat dripping down from his forehead.. and just covered in blood. The man continued to stare, before his bloody hand was placed on her head, which made her flinch. Her eyes widened when she realized what he was actually doing. 

He was.. patting her head?? 

He smiled slightly, his demeanor shifted and the emotions he felt the moments before faded as fast as they came. The woman just sat there, speechless of his actions, surprised on how he calmed down after he just murdered an entire team. She didn't speak, put she placed her own hand over his as pulled his hand away from his head, seemingly uncomfortably by the touch. 

Jeff nodded in understanding, placing a finger on his lips, as if to shush her.

The killer then walked to the door and started to hit it with full force, attacking it like some ram, or bull. His body hitting the door with all its weight and might,  loud thuds being made in the process. The door busted open, hitting the wall. He peered around, making sure no one was outside and then went for it. 

He ran out the door, down the hall, traces of blood behind him as he escaped through the back door, running freely outside. The woman was now left alone, sitting in a corner, curled up in a ball, crying once more as she waited for someone to pass by. 

Too afraid to yell for help.