With an almost shrill squeak, Dib continued to search for a way to get
away. I mean, there just -had- to be one, right? At the moment, he
couldn't exactly pinpoint a physical one, so he settled for mental instead.
"H-hey! Look! Brad Pitt or Orlando Bloom or...I dunno...some hot guy, I guess...!" he cried out, pointing in no real direction. Instantly, a squeal went up throughout the group of ladies and they scurried off towards the storage room. Before they could return and wreak havoc on the poor pre- teen, he dashed out of the store and through the wide halls of the shopping center. He wouldn't be tricked so easily. No siree.
But, Satan was obviously a quick fellow because he didn't see the man anywhere. He pulled his glasses off for a second and cleaned them quickly on the edge of his shirt, settling them upon his face again. As if that would help. But, his shirt held no magical Satan-revealing-magic, because the man was still gone.
"This...is so stupid..." he grumbled, kicking at a balled up napkin before him, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his trenchcoat. "Think, Dib, think...if I were Satan, where would I go? Hmm...Arts and Crafts mania...lots of things to BURN...Video game store, with all of it's violent games..."
Curious eyes slid from store to store in a somewhat frantic manner, turning the prospects each held over in his mind. There weren't very many. So, he started forth again, boots nearly inaudible against the tiled floor while people passed. Foot Locker was passed by along with the Dollar Tree before he came to a quick halt in front of K.B. Toys, staring inside.
There was Lord Lucifer, standing in front of a shelf of toys and inspecting each one. He wasn't paying much attention. So, Dib slinked inside as quietly as he could, stopping behind him.
"Spin spin, Polly Pocket, Spin spin..!" sang the Emperor of Evil, snickering to himself in a childish manner as he poked at some of the little dolls.
Spectacled eyes stared at the sight, brows shifting in utter confusion as he slid his hands from his pocket. "That's kinda creepy..."
"Wha..?" Lucifer turned, staring for a moment before letting out a dejected sigh. "So, it's you again...Future savior of the planet, eh?"
Dib blinked, shaking his head quickly and pointing to the little toys behind him. " You're changing the subject...What in the heck was THAT...?"
"You saw nothing."
"Actually, I think I did. 'Spin spin, Polly pocket'...what kind of evil guy are you?"
"Look, can we just get on with the good-guy-versus-bad-guy banter, PLEASE?"
With a shrug, the boy took a step back. "Guess so...but you've got to admit, that WAS kinda creepy..."
The Devil narrowed his eyes at him, left brown twitching in annoyance as he crossed his arms against his chest. He didn't speak for a moment, though. Obviously, he was thinking something over in that crazy blonde head of his. But, whatever he was concocting was finished rather quickly. A grin spread across his lips, eyes glinting evilly. "Oh...Well, I guess I just like playing with dolls."
"Yeah, but POLLY POCKET? Who plays with Po--" began Dib, suddenly pausing and staring up at the man's eyes. "...That eye thing's creepy...quit it..." Nervously, he took a step backwards, fully knowing that only bad could come from evil-glinty-eyes.
"I never said I was getting that from me. I'm just curious about human toys....Speaking of 'human toys'...I've got a splendid idea, young man!"
Brown eyes widened slowly as they watched Lord Lucifer's grin. He was beginning to understand where this was going. Without another word, he turned and attemped to dash out of the store. But, with a wave of the Prince of Darkness' hand, he was stopped. An odd sensation had filled him, surging into his veins and through his muscles. He yelped, body shuddering as he dropped to his knees and curled up in pain. Everyone else was too worried about Barbies and Hot Wheels to worry about the little paranoid boy whimpering in agony near the Mr. Potatoheads, though.
But, it stopped soon and he was simply sitting there, staring at where the Devil had been moments earlier. Now, the man was gone and he was confused to no end. "What...was that...?"
He stood and wavered a bit, losing his balance and flopping onto his stomach. He was so lightweight now and, from the looks of everything else...
"GOOD GAWD, THE WORLD'S HUMONGOUS!" he shrieked, crawling backwards from the slightly-bigger-than-normal G.I. Joes beside him. Only then did he catch his reflection in the mirror. Satan had turned him into a plushie.
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I got bored, so I worked on this. XD Hee.
"H-hey! Look! Brad Pitt or Orlando Bloom or...I dunno...some hot guy, I guess...!" he cried out, pointing in no real direction. Instantly, a squeal went up throughout the group of ladies and they scurried off towards the storage room. Before they could return and wreak havoc on the poor pre- teen, he dashed out of the store and through the wide halls of the shopping center. He wouldn't be tricked so easily. No siree.
But, Satan was obviously a quick fellow because he didn't see the man anywhere. He pulled his glasses off for a second and cleaned them quickly on the edge of his shirt, settling them upon his face again. As if that would help. But, his shirt held no magical Satan-revealing-magic, because the man was still gone.
"This...is so stupid..." he grumbled, kicking at a balled up napkin before him, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his trenchcoat. "Think, Dib, think...if I were Satan, where would I go? Hmm...Arts and Crafts mania...lots of things to BURN...Video game store, with all of it's violent games..."
Curious eyes slid from store to store in a somewhat frantic manner, turning the prospects each held over in his mind. There weren't very many. So, he started forth again, boots nearly inaudible against the tiled floor while people passed. Foot Locker was passed by along with the Dollar Tree before he came to a quick halt in front of K.B. Toys, staring inside.
There was Lord Lucifer, standing in front of a shelf of toys and inspecting each one. He wasn't paying much attention. So, Dib slinked inside as quietly as he could, stopping behind him.
"Spin spin, Polly Pocket, Spin spin..!" sang the Emperor of Evil, snickering to himself in a childish manner as he poked at some of the little dolls.
Spectacled eyes stared at the sight, brows shifting in utter confusion as he slid his hands from his pocket. "That's kinda creepy..."
"Wha..?" Lucifer turned, staring for a moment before letting out a dejected sigh. "So, it's you again...Future savior of the planet, eh?"
Dib blinked, shaking his head quickly and pointing to the little toys behind him. " You're changing the subject...What in the heck was THAT...?"
"You saw nothing."
"Actually, I think I did. 'Spin spin, Polly pocket'...what kind of evil guy are you?"
"Look, can we just get on with the good-guy-versus-bad-guy banter, PLEASE?"
With a shrug, the boy took a step back. "Guess so...but you've got to admit, that WAS kinda creepy..."
The Devil narrowed his eyes at him, left brown twitching in annoyance as he crossed his arms against his chest. He didn't speak for a moment, though. Obviously, he was thinking something over in that crazy blonde head of his. But, whatever he was concocting was finished rather quickly. A grin spread across his lips, eyes glinting evilly. "Oh...Well, I guess I just like playing with dolls."
"Yeah, but POLLY POCKET? Who plays with Po--" began Dib, suddenly pausing and staring up at the man's eyes. "...That eye thing's creepy...quit it..." Nervously, he took a step backwards, fully knowing that only bad could come from evil-glinty-eyes.
"I never said I was getting that from me. I'm just curious about human toys....Speaking of 'human toys'...I've got a splendid idea, young man!"
Brown eyes widened slowly as they watched Lord Lucifer's grin. He was beginning to understand where this was going. Without another word, he turned and attemped to dash out of the store. But, with a wave of the Prince of Darkness' hand, he was stopped. An odd sensation had filled him, surging into his veins and through his muscles. He yelped, body shuddering as he dropped to his knees and curled up in pain. Everyone else was too worried about Barbies and Hot Wheels to worry about the little paranoid boy whimpering in agony near the Mr. Potatoheads, though.
But, it stopped soon and he was simply sitting there, staring at where the Devil had been moments earlier. Now, the man was gone and he was confused to no end. "What...was that...?"
He stood and wavered a bit, losing his balance and flopping onto his stomach. He was so lightweight now and, from the looks of everything else...
"GOOD GAWD, THE WORLD'S HUMONGOUS!" he shrieked, crawling backwards from the slightly-bigger-than-normal G.I. Joes beside him. Only then did he catch his reflection in the mirror. Satan had turned him into a plushie.
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I got bored, so I worked on this. XD Hee.