I was extremely bored with I started this...maybe my mind melted
temporarily or something for me to have this idea thrown into the jumble of
anime and Cheetos. Mmm...cheetos...
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The Mall. It was the most disgusting place in the world. Where hoards of greasy, acne-infested teenagers came to congregate and buy fluffy pens and idiotic t-shirts that said things like "Can I borrow your Girlfriend?". Where old person after old person came to 'Ooh' and 'Aah' at the candy coated little children, Burt Reynolds movies, and crocheted pink doilies. Where evil mothers dragged their kids to pick out underwear and exclaim to everyone why it was so cute while wearing their most horrible Christmas sweaters...you know, the ones with Rudolph on the front...where his nose actually blinks. And for some reason, Dib found himself in the middle of this sespool of high prices and funky socks.
The only reason he was there was because Gaz needed to come and get a new accessory for her gameslave...and because she said that if someone actually noticed her there in the god-aweful place, she could blame it on Dib needing to come for his special hair gel. But, while he was there, he might as well get it anyway, right?
The spiky haired little boy had already paid for the product and sat in the middle of the food court, patiently waiting for his sibling to return and looking around boredly. The people were amazingly strange...especially the teenage guys making butts of themselves on the escalators. They looked as if they were trying to snowboard down the rising stairs, but the only thing they accomplished was nearly breaking their necks as they nearly plowed into a couple old ladies carrying new chia pets.
But, soon, his attention was drawn away from them as a man passed him. He seemed to be the creepiest man around. The guy was dressed in an extremely tacky manner, wearing a pair of yellow parachute pants, a brown t- shirt, and a blue pair of army boots. Dib couldn't help but stare. But, the pants weren't what got his attention. It was the man's eyes. Maybe he was dreaming, but they were entirely red and seemed to glow. Amber eyes followed the person as he made his way through the crowd. And then, he stopped, sitting down with the circle of other people dressed tackily as well that surrounded one particular individual.
It was another man, his long blonde hair pulled behind his head in a fashionable ponytail. His body was adorned in a simpel black tuxedo, a blood red shirt below that with a strange necklace dangling in front of one of the buttons. There was a creepy aura about this man. One that Dib couldn't ignore. So, as nonchalantly as he could, he stood, grabbed his bag, and slowly waded through the crowd toward the group. He was only a few yards away when he finally stopped and attempted to listen in.
"So, what do we do now, Lord Lucifer...the people, they wait for your return. Perhaps we've been here with the mortals for too lo--" one of the people said, quickly stopped by the man's low, smooth voice.
"Silence...I won't hear it. I'll return when I feel like it. Do you have a problem with that?" He asked as he quirked a brow.
"N-no, m'lord..."
Dib gasped softly. "S-satan? I-in the mall? What...is...I...This can't be happening!" He didn't know what to do. First, he was confronted with the strong desire to stop him...to save all of the people. But, he really didn't want to lose his soul in the process. But, perhaps the people were more important than his soul? With a gulp, the boy rushed forward and stopped directly in front of 'The Devil', his spectacled eyes widening a bit with strange fear. "Y-you're not supposed to be here."
"...I'm not?" The man responded. He looked confused.
"No!"
"...No, I am...or, No, I'm not..."
"No, you're not!"
Satan arched a brow at him softly before shaking his head. "I'm only eating chicken."
Chicken? Eating Chicken? That must be a joke. Satan doesn't eat chicken...especially not in the mall. Hell is better than the mall. He should be eating chicken in hell...well, if chickens existed in hell...maybe possessed chickens...or three headed chickens...or...But, that's off topic! "W-what?" Dib blinked, watching with wide eyes as the root of all evil shoved another forkful of teriyaki chicken into his mouth.
"Do you mind not staring at me while I eat?" The man said after he swallowed.
Now was his chance. "I won't allow you to destroy the goodness of this planet!" Dib exclaimed. He was being so straightforward today...but being straightforward was better than watching people be pulled into hell for eternity.
Satan blinked and stood with a sigh. "Aw, crap, not this again. You, wrap up my leftovers and bring them along." he said, pointing to one of his followers. The man stood up quickly and did as he was told, Lucifer already heading through the mass of people towards the main part of the mall while his large procession of minions followed obediently.
"Oh, no you don't!" The boy cried. And thus began his hunt for the devil.
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I'll write more when my brain turns to goo-mush again...which might happen if I look in my Pre-Cal book...Eeeeeeevil thiiiing....CHEETOS!! MY MOM JUST BOUGHT SOME!! ...I hear angels...heavenly Cheeto angels...Ooh, lookit the liiight...
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The Mall. It was the most disgusting place in the world. Where hoards of greasy, acne-infested teenagers came to congregate and buy fluffy pens and idiotic t-shirts that said things like "Can I borrow your Girlfriend?". Where old person after old person came to 'Ooh' and 'Aah' at the candy coated little children, Burt Reynolds movies, and crocheted pink doilies. Where evil mothers dragged their kids to pick out underwear and exclaim to everyone why it was so cute while wearing their most horrible Christmas sweaters...you know, the ones with Rudolph on the front...where his nose actually blinks. And for some reason, Dib found himself in the middle of this sespool of high prices and funky socks.
The only reason he was there was because Gaz needed to come and get a new accessory for her gameslave...and because she said that if someone actually noticed her there in the god-aweful place, she could blame it on Dib needing to come for his special hair gel. But, while he was there, he might as well get it anyway, right?
The spiky haired little boy had already paid for the product and sat in the middle of the food court, patiently waiting for his sibling to return and looking around boredly. The people were amazingly strange...especially the teenage guys making butts of themselves on the escalators. They looked as if they were trying to snowboard down the rising stairs, but the only thing they accomplished was nearly breaking their necks as they nearly plowed into a couple old ladies carrying new chia pets.
But, soon, his attention was drawn away from them as a man passed him. He seemed to be the creepiest man around. The guy was dressed in an extremely tacky manner, wearing a pair of yellow parachute pants, a brown t- shirt, and a blue pair of army boots. Dib couldn't help but stare. But, the pants weren't what got his attention. It was the man's eyes. Maybe he was dreaming, but they were entirely red and seemed to glow. Amber eyes followed the person as he made his way through the crowd. And then, he stopped, sitting down with the circle of other people dressed tackily as well that surrounded one particular individual.
It was another man, his long blonde hair pulled behind his head in a fashionable ponytail. His body was adorned in a simpel black tuxedo, a blood red shirt below that with a strange necklace dangling in front of one of the buttons. There was a creepy aura about this man. One that Dib couldn't ignore. So, as nonchalantly as he could, he stood, grabbed his bag, and slowly waded through the crowd toward the group. He was only a few yards away when he finally stopped and attempted to listen in.
"So, what do we do now, Lord Lucifer...the people, they wait for your return. Perhaps we've been here with the mortals for too lo--" one of the people said, quickly stopped by the man's low, smooth voice.
"Silence...I won't hear it. I'll return when I feel like it. Do you have a problem with that?" He asked as he quirked a brow.
"N-no, m'lord..."
Dib gasped softly. "S-satan? I-in the mall? What...is...I...This can't be happening!" He didn't know what to do. First, he was confronted with the strong desire to stop him...to save all of the people. But, he really didn't want to lose his soul in the process. But, perhaps the people were more important than his soul? With a gulp, the boy rushed forward and stopped directly in front of 'The Devil', his spectacled eyes widening a bit with strange fear. "Y-you're not supposed to be here."
"...I'm not?" The man responded. He looked confused.
"No!"
"...No, I am...or, No, I'm not..."
"No, you're not!"
Satan arched a brow at him softly before shaking his head. "I'm only eating chicken."
Chicken? Eating Chicken? That must be a joke. Satan doesn't eat chicken...especially not in the mall. Hell is better than the mall. He should be eating chicken in hell...well, if chickens existed in hell...maybe possessed chickens...or three headed chickens...or...But, that's off topic! "W-what?" Dib blinked, watching with wide eyes as the root of all evil shoved another forkful of teriyaki chicken into his mouth.
"Do you mind not staring at me while I eat?" The man said after he swallowed.
Now was his chance. "I won't allow you to destroy the goodness of this planet!" Dib exclaimed. He was being so straightforward today...but being straightforward was better than watching people be pulled into hell for eternity.
Satan blinked and stood with a sigh. "Aw, crap, not this again. You, wrap up my leftovers and bring them along." he said, pointing to one of his followers. The man stood up quickly and did as he was told, Lucifer already heading through the mass of people towards the main part of the mall while his large procession of minions followed obediently.
"Oh, no you don't!" The boy cried. And thus began his hunt for the devil.
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I'll write more when my brain turns to goo-mush again...which might happen if I look in my Pre-Cal book...Eeeeeeevil thiiiing....CHEETOS!! MY MOM JUST BOUGHT SOME!! ...I hear angels...heavenly Cheeto angels...Ooh, lookit the liiight...