Devil's Contract

8

His face was the only visible thing, attached to the wall like those mini-plungers on walls. I wanted to punch it.

Same two horns, same two silver eyes, and the same fucking smile.

"Sorry I've been out too long, job gets pretty busy. How are you doing?" His nonchalance brought me back to our last conversation.

"I'm great actually, I feel amazing," I stood up and walked towards the basin counter with a yellow car soap. My hand grips on it, pretty sturdy and new.

"I feel amazing in this place that you put me in," The bar soap flew towards his face. I missed by an inch next to his right eye.

"Miss Dosalo, you should be more careful," His body stepped forward, now his whole body in view.

"What even is this place?"

His face changed from calm to somewhat of dread. It was like watching someone realize they left the stove on.

"You're not supposed to be in this specific location, where's the field? The house?" He twirled around the room, observing the bathtub and looking back at me.

I stare at him while trying to recall his name. What even is his name?

"But anyways, I, Alejandro, got a little alarm that you have received a strike for breaking the one rule you had to follow,"

I've spent all my time here getting dragged, flown, almost eaten. And I get a fucking strike for existing and surviving. What contract did I sign with this man?

I threw another bar towards him, it passed through his body.

"WHAT STRIKE? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?" I scream at the top of my lungs, following a knock behind the door.

"EVERYTHING ALRIGHT IN THERE?" Possibly the green haired girl screaming.

"YEAH," I scream back.

"As I was saying...It was my mistake for not explaining enough..." My focus shifts back to him.

He pulled out a whiteboard from thin air, more like pixie dust with 90's quality shimmer.

A stick-man with green hair drawn in the middle and he pointed at it with a long wand-like stick.

"So this girl here..." He circles the wand point around it, bouncing on it and tapping repeatedly.

"You do not engage, you're supposed to be a SIDE CHARACTER, and SIDE CHARACTERS do not engage," Voice slow and steady as if reading a bedtime story to a toddler.

"Get to the point," I wanted to sleep at this point, or a shower. A tempt aroused me to take off my clothes and jump into the small bathtub while he talked nonsense. Everything was a joke, every word he uttered.

"Just don't talk to her, live a normal civilian life as a SIDE CHARACTER, with SUPPORTING ROLE character. Otherwise you're getting a strike and then you'll get punched in the ass and transported to god knows where and..." at this point he started rambling, little doodles of little stick-man with little guns lined up and filled the board. Now in the center, I'm assuming, is myself as a stick figure.

"Is that all?'

"NO, you need more warning to not alter this dimension, so don't go near, you are a SIDE CHARACTER," A big X drawn on my stick figure, a frown on my assumed face.

"Got it?" He then asked.

"HURRY UP PLEASE," Green-hair screamed behind the door, my head turns to look at the door and then back at Alejandro, the place he was standing now empty.