Not that long of a chapter. I'll post the second part of this later today, probably.
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Stanley stomped through the forest, pushing past bushes and shrubs, crushing plant life, either dead twigs or small flowers, underfoot.
"Blaming a kid for the summoning of a demon? How am I not that surprised with him? I show up, hoping everything's fine but he puts everything on a child with the last name Gleeful? Sounds familiar but not evil." He muttered as he made his way through the forest, he-... Wait
The forest... Hell...
Lee turned around quickly, hoping it was the way he came out only to slam into a solid form. Speaking of demons...
"Not much for grace are ya?"
He rubbed his head, expecting to see a triangular body and one eye. Instead he saw the form of a tall man, a golden jacket with an average sized tailcoat, shoulders having some sort of thing to keep it together that had the pattern of bricks on a wall. The legs and arms were dark brown, nearly black. Hands were floating slightly away from the ends of the sleeves with a slight lighter brown. The skin of the demon was dark, and a small bit of facial hair on his chin.
He was quite decorated like a Christmas tree.
He had a golden earring of a triangle on his left ear. And one eye was visible, canary yellow with a pupil like a cat's that sparked with amusement. The other eye was hidden behind eyepatch with an upside down triangle. And finally a dark brown top hat floated about an inch above his head.
"And you're not much for being subtle. Why aren't you a little pyramid?"
"Well I like to take a more interesting form in the mind and dream world."
Stanley cocked an eyebrow. "Then why are you-" he was about to wonder why because he was conscious but before he could finish the world went to a grayscale pallet.
"I made you fall and hit your head on a rock so we could chat. So don't worry I'll be your favorite little triangle when you wake."
Bill popped a cane into existence and leaned on it. He towered over Stanley by a foot and a half at least and stared down at the unusual hand man.
The twin stepped back and growled. "I won't talk to you. You cause nothing but trouble."
Bill snorted at that. "Oh please Pines! Who's the one that wanted to tamper with technology?"
His eye sparkled in amusement once again as the man went quiet. "Your brother even made a deal with me to get that contraption to work!"
"That wasn't a very fair deal." Stanley snapped at him. "Not exactly an eye for an eye kind of thing you do."
Bill shrugged. When the other didn't respond. "Do ya want me to act it out for you."
Lee glanced up at him. "Maybe that will put some sense into your words."
Bill blinked then grinned. "So, you want an eye for an eye explanation." His hand shot to his face and tore away with the golden eye in one hand, leaving the socket empty. "All right. This is the good eye, you. And..." He flipped the eye patch on the other side up.
If Stanley wasn't already sickened to see one empty eye socket it wasn't good for him when the demon took out his other eye.
"And this is your invention which didn't work and is only frightening of what it can do to the world." The eye that was mostly hidden was black except for a small speck of gold that had a dim glow. The eyeballs in his hands flicked to the man who was turned away and hunched over some bushes, gagging.
Bill cackled and popped the two eyes back in his head, flipping the eyepatch back down over his unusual eye and strolled over to him, tapping his back lightly with the cane. He bent his back so he was closer to him. "Got it?"
Stanley just coughed and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. To see the empty eye sockets made him a little squeamish, it didn't do him any favors to see the black eye staring at him. It had sent a weird chill down his spine.
"So. Ready to talk?"
"As long as you don't do that again." The man breathed deeply then looked up at the evil deity.
"Whatever you say old man!"
Stanley sighed, he was going against everything he wrote down, everything he believed. Not to make a deal with this unholy being.
"Tell me your offer."
