D3RLORD!USER

MORON!AVERY

Footsteps like squelching guts, a substance slithering on ground. Who else could that be?

Derlorde hears a knock (or rather, a squish) on the outside of his rather tattered base, and he refused to open the door. Yet the knocks were getting more and more annoying, and it drove Derlorde crazy. He managed to force himself to creak the door open, and there stood Avery, holding the book he wrote.

or

Avery wanders around the cave to seek who wrote the book to warn him, and finds the person behind it.

INSPO : that one ao3 fic (Sword of a Lie)

Avery is stupid here.

Art drawn by me (pointless.respawnation on tiktok), Mask by someone from tumblr.

there are two options!

message1: (focusing on) avery's pov

message2: der's pov (your pov)