Entry #6
As Wesley made his way through the store, he tried to recall back on his conversation with Cordelia that brought him here.
"Why do I have to do it?" Wesley asked.
"Because, Angel can't go out during the day and I have an audition I have to go to. This is easy even for you." Cordelia said.
"Why can't we do this later?"
She answered, "Because, smarty-pants, the demon might have moved on from then. Just go."
So now here he was in MegaMall walking through the stretch of shelves in the store for the demon-possessed… Furby doll.
When Wesley stopped in front of the variety of Furbys, he tried to remember the description of the possessed one. It was the only one with green and red eyes, a bit of red on its ear, and – "Oh, sorry" Wesley said as he let a woman pass – eyebrows that were slightly more arched than the others… Wesley turned to look back at the woman and her cart's contents – which is exactly what she has!
Wesley walked up to her and lightly tapped her shoulder. "Um, excuse me miss. This might sound unusual to you but I really need that Furby doll that you have there. I feel like I have, uh... connection with it. Maybe you can take a different one, please?"
The woman looked at him and curtly said "No." Then she started walking away. Wesley panicked, knowing that if he didn't succeed, people will be in danger. Therefore, convincing himself that desperate times lead to desperate measures, he ran towards the woman and snatched the doll from her trolley as he past, hearing her cry of surprise and anger. As he ran, the doll's features shifted and it started talking in a squeaky voice.
"Hahaha. Be my friend. We can stay together… FOREVER. I WILL DEVOUR YOUR PITIFUL SOUL, MORTAL FOOL, AND DECORATE MY FORTRESS WITH YOUR BLEEDING ENTRAILS."
Wesley stopped running and threw the doll down. He splashed water from a vial onto it and took out an amulet. He held it up and chanted, "Ra'atu com diez. Vor hama di abacus fi darbela. I command you, begone demon! I vanquish you from this plane! Disappear and never return!"
Nothing flashy happened but Wesley knew that the demon had now gone. As he looked up, he suddenly realised that everyone was staring at him like as if he was crazy. One woman passed by him, covering her child's ears while whispering "don't look at the crazy man, dear". Wesley cleared his throat and tried to explain, "Um, it was…acting funny."
A man came up to him and said, "Don't worry, man. I don't like those furry things either. It's the eyes, I tell you. They follow you around; it's freaky."
"Yes, quite." Wesley answered. The man walked away and the crowd started to disperse.
A sales guy walked up to Wesley and stood beside him. They both looked at the wet Furby doll before he said, "You're gonna have to pay for that, you know."
"Yes, well." Wesley said. "I've been meaning to get Cordelia a gift."
