𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚋𝚞𝚛)

𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚘

Tommy had gotten bored of all the toys that Jschlatt left for him, to the point that he had even tried his hand at reading.  But he got frustrated by a bigger word and felt bored once more, so he had thrown the book at the wall and flopped down on the bed.

So, that's where he stayed.  Laying on the bed that was so soft it made him feel like he was in a pit full of pillows and feathers.  Waiting for someone or something to come in and entertain him.

But nothing ever did.

So, the young boy sat up, hopped off the bed, and hesitantly opened the door and made his way into the hallway.  When he saw that no one was there, he walked out and began walking in some random direction, hoping for some entertainment.

Jschlatt just told him to not get into trouble, he didn't say anything about exploring.

So, Tommy walked down the hallway, looking at all the paintings and large windows that lined the walls.  There were large wooden doors that looked too heavy for him to open, and so he ignored them.

Tables and chests lined the walls and were spread apart by a few feet, and had dying flowers in pots on top.  They were most likely there for decoration, but Tommy had found a new use for them.

Whenever he heard a voice or a floorboard creek, he would dive behind them until he felt the coast was clear.  Once he did, he'd continue his little adventure.

Soon enough, he had found a large room that could only be described as a dark chamber.  There was only one lightsource, a stained glass window at the highest point of one of the walls.  Portraits lined the walls, and the roof had some sort of mural painted on it, although he couldn't make out any of the art.  It was too dark for him to see properly.

"What are you doing in here kid," Jschlatt asked.

Tommy jumped from shock, and whipped around to face the horned man.

"I'm sorry, I got bored and -"

"Hey kid, it's fine.  I'm not accusing you or anything, that's their job," the demon said, pointing towards the sky.  "I'm just confused."

"Oh.  Well, I got bored and you never said I couldn't explore, so..."

"Alright, fair enough.  Come with me, I might have an idea."

He reached out a hand towards Tommy, and the boy noticed the sharp black claws.  He walked over towards Jschlatt, but didn't take his hand.  The devil didn't really care, and began walking, hoping the boy could keep up.

"Where are we going," Tommy asked.

"To make you a friend."

"What do you mean 'make' one?"

Before Jschlatt could answer the question, he ducked into one of the rooms, holding the heavy door open to Tommy.

Inside, the proportions of all the furniture and items were much larger in size than the two were.  It felt like the room was made for giants.  Tommy looked over to Jschlatt, only to see that he had grown to be at least fifteen stories tall, the size of magic towers from his fairytale.

Jschlatt bent over and picked the small child up, and Tommy freaked out.

This was how he was going to die.

He was going to be murdered by a demon.

The devil himself was going to squish him like a bug!

Jschlatt set him on top of what seemed to be a desk, surrounded by jars filled with oddly colored glowing lights.  Tommy looked at them, and admired their beauty.  He'd never heard of anything like this, let alone seen it.  It was quite magical, in a way.

"Go on, pick one," Jschlatt told him.

Tommy looked at all the jars, and assumed he meant to pick on of the lights.  Tommy felt drawn to a specific jar and began to walk towards it.

The soft purple glow was admirable, and made him feel warm and safe.  He got as close to the glass as possible in an effort to see the lights inside from as many angles as possible.  Jschlatt chuckled and picked up the purple jar, and set Tommy on the ground next to the door.

He handed something to the boy, and when Tom looked at it, he saw it was the jar, but now at his size.  Jschlatt gently nudged him out the door, before exiting himself.

Tommy looked over only to see a normally sized Jschlatt pulling the door closed.  He looked at the jar in his hand, but instead saw that he was holding a snow white hand that looked like it could have been made of jelly.

The hand was connected to a teenager made of the same pale white slime, with a purple hoodie made from the same substance.

"Nice choice, Purpled has always been a personal favorite," Jschlatt said.  "Speaking of, Purpled, take the kid back to his room, and if he gives you and order, fucking listen."

And with that, the demon walked off, leaving Tommy and the slimy thing in the hallway.

"So you're Purpled," Tommy asked.

The thing nodded.

"I'm Tom, it's nice to meet you."

Purpled gently tugged at Tommy's hand, and began to lead him back towards the direction he had come from.

When they made it back to the room, Tommy found a board game for two amongst the countless toys.  He and Purpled sat on the floor, and began to play.

While they played, Tommy realized that Purpled was creative.  He also didn't have a mouth, which explained why he never talked.  But, he was nice none the less.  And he was a good playmate for the energetic mortal.