Mr penis

The corridor was still swallowed in darkness. Someone—maybe Randomiser—let out a shaky breath that sounded halfway to a squeal.

Then another noise came, not from outside but from inside the group:

A whimper. A tiny one.

Goober.

“I—I don’t wanna be here,” they whispered, clinging to Cornball. “Why did he have to be with us?”

That cracked something open in everyone.

Fear mixed with anger.

And like a ripple through a pond, their minds pulled backward—toward all the reasons Devesto was the last person anyone wanted trapped in a bunker during the end of the world.

FLASHBACK — ONE WEEK AGO
Part 1: The Incident at the Library

Untitledgoober loved the library. It was their sacred place—the one calm spot where they could read without being judged, teased, or startled.

Except that one miserable Thursday.

Goober sat curled up with a fantasy novel, fuzzy keychain resting on their lap, headphones in but no music playing—just so people would leave them alone.

Which worked.
Usually.

Except Devesto slid into the chair directly across from them, hands folded like he was about to interrogate a suspect.

“Whatcha reading?” he whispered.

Goober startled so hard they almost launched their book.

“I—I don't have to tell you.”

Devesto leaned forward, grinning like a cat smelling fear.
“I saw the cover. Knights. Dragons. Cute. You into that stuff because you wanna be one of the… fluffy creatures?”

Goober’s entire body chilled.
He knew.
Or thought he did.
He always tried to.

“I’m not talking to you,” Goober muttered, hugging the book protectively.

But Devesto didn’t leave.
He dragged his chair closer, scraping it across the floor slowly.

“Come on. Just tell me if the rumors are true,” he whispered.
“You’re a furry… right?”

Goober tried to steady their breathing.
“I said I’m not talking to you.”

Devesto tilted his head in that unsettling way. “So that’s a yes?”

Goober finally snapped the book shut and ran—heart pounding, ears hot—hating him more than anyone they'd ever met.

Part 2: The Community Center Party
(A few days later)

The whole group had been there.
It was supposed to be fun—cheap snacks, neon lights, music through a speaker someone stole from a classroom—but it went wrong the second Devesto showed up.

Corpse.Bride had been decorating a table with fake roses and little gothic trinkets when Devesto walked over and lifted one of them.

“Oh, look at this,” he said. “Trying to summon something, Bride?”

She snatched it back.
“Put that down.”

He leaned way too close to her face.
“You always look like you crawled out of a coffin. Very on-brand.”

Corpse.Bride’s hands shook with frustration.
Shira put an arm around her shoulder.

Then Devesto added, sotto voce,
“You know, if a demon asked me for a sacrifice, you’d be the first person I—”

Shira stepped between them so fast he actually flinched.
“Back. Off.”

Even Mewo, who normally avoided drama unless she wanted to roast someone, chimed in:
“Bro, you’ve been here five minutes and I already wanna uninstall you like a bad game mod.”

Devesto just smirked like he’d won something.

Part 3: The Debate Club Disaster

Norther remembered this one vividly.

He’d been giving a passionate speech about the freedom of art at the school debate meeting—one of the things he cared about most.

People actually listened.

Until Devesto raised his hand.

Not to argue.
Not to add anything.

Just to ask, loudly:
“So… how much of that did you write while imagining yourself as the main character of some tragic German war movie?”

The room went silent.

Norther stared at him, jaw clenched.
“That’s not even remotely funny.”

Devesto shrugged.
“I wasn’t joking.”

After that, half the room stopped taking the debate seriously.

And Norther never forgave him for it.

Part 4: The Worst Moment
The One None of Them Talked About Aloud

This was at a different meetup—an arcade day two weeks ago.

Toady had been watching the others play, quiet but content, leaning against a machine. Curator and Nobleranger were arguing over who cheated at air hockey. Cornball was feeding Randomiser tickets because he’d screamed at a jump scare game. Mewo was ranting about some overrated show. It was normal. Good.

Then Devesto walked in.

He pulled out his phone, snapped a photo of the group without asking, and said:

“Gonna post this. Caption: ‘These are the people who think they’re the main characters.’”

Toady stepped forward calmly, voice low.
“Delete it.”

Devesto smirked.
“Why? Afraid someone will recognize you?”

“Delete it,” Toady repeated, tone no longer calm.

But Devesto didn’t.
He just laughed.

Curator moved forward too—gentle but firm.
“You don’t get to treat people like props in your weird little performances.”

Nobleranger added sharply,
“You’re not funny. You’re not cool. You’re not part of this group. Stop forcing yourself on us.”

That was the first time they’d all said it out loud.

Devesto didn’t flinch.
He only said,
“Fine. But you’ll regret it.”

And left.

But no one forgot it.

Especially not Toady.

BACK TO THE BUNKER — PRESENT TIME

The lights flickered back on for just a moment—long enough for everyone to see Devesto standing slightly apart from the group, staring at them.

Expression unreadable.

Then, cold and almost disappointed, he whispered:

“I knew you all still hated me.”

Nobleranger didn’t respond.
He didn’t need to.
Everyone already knew the answer.

The lights flickered again—

and the hallway plunged back into darkness.

Then, from somewhere deep in the bunker:

THUNK.

Something was still coming.

Dev anti furry arc

Lnao

I love how devesto is just a jerk, the one char all shows need

you die soon

oh great