The next day at school, Pepito had stopped Todd during lunch, during
recess, and during any bathroom breaks he took, always demanding that he
join Hell's minions. Todd said no every time, but Pepito never gave up. The
Anti-Christ was nothing if not determined.
Todd even had had to get up in the middle of the night several times to answer the phone, and it was always Pepito with the same spiel. Todd, patient and frightened as he was, was getting fed-up.
"Pepito, it's 2 AM! I won't ever join hell, okay!? Ever!"
"I will show you the error of your ways." Screams echoed in that chilling voice.
"Then do it while the sun's up! And stop leaving dead animals on the front lawn!"
"I thought you'd like them. They're presents, you know."
"I like living animals, okay!? And just stop, anyways! Leave me alone!" he slammed the phone on the receiver, and went from hotly angered to a cold dread. He probably shouldn't have yelled at Satan's son. He ran back to bed, and dove under the covers with Schmee. Hopefully Pepito couldn't jimmy the locks. It took him a good fifteen minutes of intense shivering for the day's weariness to catch up with him, and he fell into a deep, haunted sleep.
On the other side of town, a horned, angry boy threw the phone on the floor and jumped on it, smashing it to bits. The damned telephone wasn't the answer. He'd just have to find something else, then. For all of the failures he had experienced, he was quite enjoying the hunt. It gave him something else to think of instead of just sending people to the basement.
His musings were shockingly interrupted by his mother's voice yelling down the stairs. "Pepito, get to bed! It's too early to be up! Or are you doing homework?"
Sighing, Pepito trudged up the stairs, and passing his mother, waved her off. "I'm going already."
She looked after him, and watched him slam his door shut. "Are all little boys this troubled?"
A deep voice answered her, "If they've got hell fire in them, they are. Come back to bed, dear, I need my beauty sleep."
She giggled, answering with a 'yes, honey', and shut the bedroom door behind her.
In his own room, Pepito sat cross-legged on his bed, clothed in his grinning bears jammies, and concentrating very hard.
~~~
Gee, I hope I'm not just talking to myself here.
Todd even had had to get up in the middle of the night several times to answer the phone, and it was always Pepito with the same spiel. Todd, patient and frightened as he was, was getting fed-up.
"Pepito, it's 2 AM! I won't ever join hell, okay!? Ever!"
"I will show you the error of your ways." Screams echoed in that chilling voice.
"Then do it while the sun's up! And stop leaving dead animals on the front lawn!"
"I thought you'd like them. They're presents, you know."
"I like living animals, okay!? And just stop, anyways! Leave me alone!" he slammed the phone on the receiver, and went from hotly angered to a cold dread. He probably shouldn't have yelled at Satan's son. He ran back to bed, and dove under the covers with Schmee. Hopefully Pepito couldn't jimmy the locks. It took him a good fifteen minutes of intense shivering for the day's weariness to catch up with him, and he fell into a deep, haunted sleep.
On the other side of town, a horned, angry boy threw the phone on the floor and jumped on it, smashing it to bits. The damned telephone wasn't the answer. He'd just have to find something else, then. For all of the failures he had experienced, he was quite enjoying the hunt. It gave him something else to think of instead of just sending people to the basement.
His musings were shockingly interrupted by his mother's voice yelling down the stairs. "Pepito, get to bed! It's too early to be up! Or are you doing homework?"
Sighing, Pepito trudged up the stairs, and passing his mother, waved her off. "I'm going already."
She looked after him, and watched him slam his door shut. "Are all little boys this troubled?"
A deep voice answered her, "If they've got hell fire in them, they are. Come back to bed, dear, I need my beauty sleep."
She giggled, answering with a 'yes, honey', and shut the bedroom door behind her.
In his own room, Pepito sat cross-legged on his bed, clothed in his grinning bears jammies, and concentrating very hard.
~~~
Gee, I hope I'm not just talking to myself here.