Dice Deals The Cards

Play The Devil's Game

 Dice kept playing at the Devil's game. It seemed that keeping his snarky attitude in just the right moments, but while still being obedient was doing just the trick to work his way up. It was becoming obvious that Devil was greatly pleased with Dice.

Dice couldn't help but feel the... longing to be around his friends, as well as mother. What if what he heard was just an illusion to make him believe they were talking behind his back? Joe was the first person to be his friend, he told him when he was little that he didn't need to be mean to stand up for himself, and that not everybody was after him.  And Tea was like an older sister to him.  And Mom- well, she had tried her hardest given the horrid circumstances she had been in...

...

Though Dice had decided to shake some of those feelings away the past few weeks. If they didn't hate him before, well, they... they probably did now... he hadn't spoken to them in nearly a month now. Maybe they were worried about him, but he doubted it...

"Dice- we're very busy today, stop daydreaming." A sassy voice called out from behind the die head. As a small payback, Dice didn't turn his body, instead just his head with a hanging grimace of a frown, making the Devil roll his eyes with a small jump. "I told you, don't do that, you're mortal- it's wrong."

Dice did fully turn around now, returning to washing the shot glass in his hands. "Says Satan himself about the morality of something..." he sneered.

Lucifer shrugged with a small smirk. "You've got me there- still, stop, I don't like it." He poked him in the nose with his pitchfork.
"Alright, alright, I'll cut it out..." Dice behaved. The Devil stuck around however, and Kingsly tapped his foot uncomfortably, "Is there anything else I can help ya' with, boss?"

"...I was just thinking your sarcasm and witty comebacks could make for another great... soul grabber if you will..." Devil let the words slowly roll off his tongue as he thought aloud. "How would you like your own show?"

...

He was stunned to a silence. "... What?" Dice asked with genuine confusion. Sure, it'd be a dream come true but... "Sir, how can you trust me with something like that, I only signed that contract a few weeks ago, a month at the longest." Dice pointed out.

"Yes, yes, this is true, however..." The Devil put a claw to his chin in thought once more, snapping his fingers to make a purple bow that matched the die's pips appear in the palm of his hand. He fixed it around Dice's nonexistent neck and pulled back. "... I could make you quite the icon, Dice..." he smacked his three and four sides excitedly and pulled him in close, wide eyed and it being obvious he had ideas. "First off, you've got a pretty face that people wouldn't be able to resist coming in to just get a look for themselves." Devil buttered him up to try and persuade him.

Dice quirked an eyebrow and crossed his arms with a frown and roll of his eyes. "You're making this sound more like you're making me a slu-
"Shh! Hush, I'm still talking!" Devil interrupted back, flicking Dice in the pip nose. His response was a glare. "Mortals love their sarcasm and witty puns, and you have that nailed to a T."

Dice turned away and quickly washed more of the shot glasses. As he slowed his movements some, he whispered, "I don't know, I'll think about it. I'm not really all that awake enough yet to make decisions like that..."

Devil huffed and crossed his arms in a pout, but tapped his foot and obliged, "Fine, I'll give you to the end of the day. Think about it. Come to my office by that time or sooner..." He put a clawed finger under Dice's chin. "Don't disappoint me, alright? I hate it..." With those last words, he vanished in a puff of smoke.

Dice took the tie off with a grumble and shoved it in his pocket with a blow of held in breath. Though, he then took it back out and looked at the violet bow for a moment. Could he really be an... 'icon' as the Devil put it? Devil did say that he'd make him 'adored' and 'loved.' The idea made Dice want to smile, and he did just barely for a moment. Until he remembered his friends again.

What would they do if they heard him on the radio, chipper and making it big without them? He didn't want to make them feel like shit...

...

Or did he?

...

Dice emitted an unintentional, dark and evil grin, much like the Devil himself could pull off. Who needed them? They weren't here right now, now were they? No, they were off at home, living their best lives together without him. They didn't need him, and he most certainly didn't need them anymore, not if that's the way they thought of him...

The die head put the tie back on, fluffing it some. He informed his co-worker that he needed to use the restroom before leaving, but that's not where he went. Dice went straight to the boss' office. Upon entering, he marched up to Devil's desk and folded his arms behind his back to be more professional.

The Devil simply looked up with a smirk, crossing his legs while flicking some ash off his cigar. "Made your choice, Dice Boy?" His tail also twitched with anticipation.

"Yes. I have." Dice claimed. "Tell me more about this show." The Devil grinned even wider, gesturing his clawed hand to an extra chair.

"Have a seat, Kingsly. Or should we call you, 'King Dice?'~"