Disclaimer: Don't own South Paaaaaaaaaaaark!
-------------
Pip blinked, confused. Suddenly, he was in another place. He looked to the left, wondering where Damien was. He saw nothing but a curved wall lined with lots of computers and mysterious buttons and switches. He looked to the right, and there was Damien, sitting there next to him, looking around and seeming just as confused as Pip.
"Damien," he asked, trying to catch his attention. Damien glanced at him, and he took this as a hint to continue. "Do you suppose we're inside the spaceship?"
"Yeah," Damien said, "where else could we be? The last thing I remember, we were standing on the road, and then the UFO showed up, and then we weren't on the road anymore, so I don't know what other possible explanation there is."
There was an odd sound behind them. Damien automatically turned around to see what it was, and was greeted with the sight of several visitors. "Oh, that is just not cool."
"What?" Pip asked, and turned around to look. His expression faltered as he spotted the visitors staring at them intently. "Oh. Um, hello."
"Pip, don't talk to them!" Damien warned him.
"Well, what else am I supposed to do?" Pip asked.
"They probably won't even understand what you're saying," Damien retorted, when he was interrupted by one of the visitors grabbing him. "Hey!"
Pip stood up defensively, helplessly watching the visitors drag Damien away to the other side of the ship and towards some sort of chair, not sure what to do. "Let him go!"
Damien wrestled with the visitors, trying to get out of their grasp, but it proved to be useless. They set him in the chair and strapped him in. "What are you doing?!" he yelled at them.
Pip could only watch as the visitors backed off and the floor in front of the chair flipped over to reveal a table.
A table?!
A visitor wearing a chef's hat and apron came forward with a plate of what appeared to be a normal piece of chocolate cake, and a fork. It set the plate on the table, then used the fork to cut out a bite-sized piece from the cake. It held the cake by Damien's mouth. Damien stared down at the fork, refusing to open his mouth for fear of the cake being poisoned. The visitor pushed the cake against Damien's lips, trying to convince him to eat it. Pip, meanwhile, was completely baffled by the situation. Why was a visitor trying to feed Damien chocolate cake?
They were both surprised when the visitor began to speak, seemingly without a mouth. Its voice was warbled and alienlike in a cliché sort of way. "Please, human. Try my chocolate snack delight."
Damien kept his mouth tightly shut, and shook his head "no" in protest. There was no way in hell he was eating it.
"Please," the visitor begged. "It is safe. I only want to know if my baking is awesome."
Damien shook his head once more, and the visitor made a sound that seemed to be a sigh, then began to sulk. "I am not trying to hurt you, human. It is just chocolate snack delight."
It was at this moment that Damien realized that even if he did get poisioned, he would only get sick for a while. He had forgotten, momentarily, that his father had made him incapable of dying. And so, feeling foolish as he did so, he opened his mouth like a baby being fed by its mother. The visitor jumped back up from sulking in a flash of happiness, and put the cake in Damien's mouth.
Pip, still standing helplessly in one place and watching, immediately began to worry. He, of course, was not aware that Damien could not die, and so his natural first reaction was to panic. He managed to keep his mouth shut, though his worry was apparent in his face. Damien tried to give Pip a look to let him know it was okay, but it was difficult to pull that off as he was swallowing the piece of cake.
He finished, and pondered the cake for a moment. It actually didn't taste too bad, and he felt fine, so it didn't seem like it had been poisoned. The visitor looked on in anticipation, waiting for a response.
"It's pretty good," Damien said finally, "but I think you should make the frosting a little sweeter next time."
The visitor jumped up, apparently satisfied with this critique, and the other visitors began to file back in, releasing Damien from the chair. "Thank you, human, thank you!" The table flipped back underneath the floor.
Damien stood up and stretched. They were getting out of there, and that was all that mattered. Pip ran over to him when he felt it was safe, and with that concerned look still plastered on his face, asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Damien answered, smiling in a satisfied way. "As far as I can tell, it wasn't poisoned or drugged. And even if it was, I'll only get sick since I can't die."
"Oh. I wish I had known that sooner."
Damien turned to the visitors, who looked as if they were setting up to beam Pip and Damien back down. "By the way, I'm not a human. I'm a demon. Remember that next time." He recieved a bunch of unintelligible alien chatter in response, and they were beamed back down into the street.
Pip blinked, once again not used to the feeling of being beamed from one place to another so suddenly. Damien said, "Well, that was stupid," and began to walk off towards town again. Pip blinked a few more times, trying to snap back to reality, and then ran to catch up with Damien.
"Are you sure you're all right?" he asked. Even if Damien couldn't die, he still didn't want him to get sick. They had only been together for about an hour now, and already he was thinking of Damien as his best friend again. He figured Damien probably didn't feel quite the same, but he would worry about that later. For now he was nervous about the possibility of Damien becoming ill.
"I'm fine, Pip, stop asking," Damien replied. A small part of him wanted to laugh at how damn cute Pip was being, worrying about him like that.
Wait... cute?! Hey! What the hell is wrong with me?
Damien decided that this thought was merely something in the cake messing with his usual mindset, and proceeded to ignore it.
It was then that they found themselves outside the door to the liquor shop. Damien pushed the door open, absentmindedly holding it open for Pip, and they entered the store. They started going down the small aisles, looking for the section of the shelves that held the schnapps. Pip was the first to spot it on the bottom shelf, and he kneeled down, searching for a bottle of Jagermin's S'mores. Damien followed suit, and soon, they had grabbed a bottle and brought it up to the register.
The man behind the counter rang it up, but then there was a problem.
He asked, "May I see your I.D.?"
Damien reached his hands into his pockets, finally finding a wallet in his back pocket. He opened it and thumbed through the various fake credit cards and membership cards that his father had created for his use, and ran across an I.D. card with his picture and name on it.
Unfortunately, it said he was 17.
He really was 17, but 17-year-olds couldn't buy liquor, and this posed a problem. Pip stared over Damien's shoulder at the I.D., equally worried.
Damien looked at Pip, his eyes silently asking, "Run for it?"
Pip nodded, and they took off out the front door of the little shop, running down the street, up to Stark's Pond. When they felt they had run far enough, they stopped and ducked behind some trees. Pip was giggling, not only because he was nervous, but because he had found an odd sort of thrill in running away from possible trouble. Damien sighed and rolled his eyes. "Apparently, my dad forgot that you have to be 21 to purchase alcohol up here."
Pip laughed. "What are we going to do?"
"I'm going to have to go back home and tell him that either he's going to get it himself, or he's going to make me a new fake I.D. that lies about my age."
"I'll come with you," Pip offered, evidently not thinking about the fact that to Damien, "home" was Hell.
"I don't know," Damien said. "I think you'd be better off staying here and waiting while I went and told him..."
"But I'm cold!" Pip complained, hugging himself. He had neglected to get a jacket of any sort before they left, figuring they wouldn't be out for long.
Of course, he didn't expect any of this to happen.
"Well..."
Damien thought about this for a moment, and came to the conclusion that it most likely wouldn't really hurt anything if Pip came along. "Okay."
"Turrah!" Pip cried, and this time, he actually did tackle Damien, giving him a thankful hug. Damien pushed him off, and although inwardly he didn't mind, he pretended that he did, and mumbled an excuse about needing to leave.
Damien closed his eyes, seeming to concentrate hard on something. Pip dare not disturb him, instinctively knowing somehow that it was important to leave him alone for the moment.
Another flaming pit, identical to the one Damien came out of in the first place, opened in the ground near them. Damien opened his eyes and smirked.
"Ready?"
Pip nodded. "I guess so."
And with that, Damien grabbed Pip's hand and they jumped into the fire.
-------------
Notes: I'm going to write the next chapter sometime after Halloween. I'm really busy right now. D: