Super Simulator

Chapter 89- Boogying With Some Demons

"S-so y-you're-" Talia stammered, having to sit down.

"Ultra-mega-awesome-sons-of-bitches-who-happen-to-have-super-powers? Well if you put it THAT way." Richard flipped his hair, which he really couldn't because his green/blond curly locks weren't long enough.

"This is where you really decide whether or not you want to come with us, especially if Daemones are going to be after us. Your life would be in danger whenever you're with us, and if you continue you may be a target for the rest of your days until we are able to handle this," Carlyn told her. "You sure you want to stick around?"

"Do I really have to answer when you can just read my mind?!" Talia asked her, still panicked and gawking at the new information.

"Exactly, that's what I've been trying to say!" I rolled my eyes. "Carlyn always pokes about our heads without permission!"

"Back to the question...You coming or not?" Marcus scowled.

I flicked his forehead, and his scowl deepened. "Cool it, Ice-boy. You're a little eager to get rid of her," I teased.

"Whatever, Red Riding Hood," Marcus muttered, stalking off to the other trailer. "You'll have to come up with a shorter nickname!" I called after him. "NO!"

I rolled my eyes, and Talia was pointing a shaky finger at me, standing at the edge of her seat. "Y-You're the leader... The most powerful... You can... Oh God..." she muttered.

"I wouldn't really say I'm the most powerful or the leader...." I shifted uncomfortably.

"Oh hell yeah, you're the leader!" Stacie argued. "Since when?" I asked her.

"Um, how about when you rescued all of us from those flying plates of doom when we were escaping the Somnium?" Bailey asked me. "Or when you personally took charge of helping some of us get over our Fears in our dreams and got some of us our powers?" Chase stated. "Or when you personally took charge of setting Chase and Stacie together by threatening to knock Chase's teeth out with his own nuts?" Richard mentioned. "How about the time you literally kicked both Stacie and me away when you took on my punishment on said 'Plates of Doom'?" Carlyn reminded, placing her small hands on her hips. 

"Or when you punched my father in the nose for being an ass?" Stacie asked.

"Or punched the three exes for being asses?" Tyler reminded.

"Or just punching people in general!?" Bailey said.

I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't trying to be a leader, and I just punched and slapped because they deserved it. And I had to help you guys get out and off of the plate things because I was the only one who could get out on my own! And I was simply assigned to go into the dreams. And Chase and Stacie needed to get together eventually! I wasn't really being the leader of the group, and none of that makes me very powerful."

They rolled their eyes. "Oh yeah, how about the fact you are immune to the only one able to oppose you, Jason? He can't charm speak you! Or what about the fact that that you have five FRICKIN powers?! Or the fact you killed like, 100 people on your own! Half of it with a gun shot in your leg! Or when you were possessed and defeated all of us within 5 minutes without a second thought? Hm?" Tyler lectured.

I opened my mouth to object when a hole was blasted into the roof.

Peering down into the roof of the trailer was the creepiest fucking things I had ever seen. There were many of them- of all different shapes and sizes. Boys, girls, men, women, others. All had wrinkly, gray skin that looked like it got their soul sucked out into simple dead bags of skin and bones. Their skin looked unhealthy-being as pale as sheet. They were skinny -like to the bone. Their skin sagged like an old person -but had no spots to show real age. Their hair was mostly long and stringy, clumps of flesh tangled in knots and wrangled ends or the hair. They had some bald patches and spots, some of them you could see a park of their scalp and skull. Insects and leaves and twigs were crawling about the hair -giving me the heebie-jeebies. All of them wore similar ripped black clothing covering only the essentials.

Their faces were horrible. Some faces I was sure used to hold beauty seemed to have all light or beauty sucked out from within and out. Their cheeks sagged down and their lips were cracked and dry into creepy, ear-to-ear grins. Their teeth were long and black, like soot black. The teeth were several inches long and jutted out in odd angles in and out of the mouth. It made them look like aliens and even scarier than a shark from 'Jaws'. Their eyes had no whites to it -all black. Just black-no whites, no color, no nothing. Just black -and when they blinked the lid covered the eye sideways like a reptile's. I noticed on their backs were leathery white wings -like the naked wings of the devil. White and the color of pure puke -which was white and filmy and uncomfortable. The kind you throw up because you saw something so repulsive it made you gag. These really were Daemones, demons. On their hands were talons, long and black and curled in their gnarled hands like their teeth.

"You guys so need to visit the dentist, it looks like you ate a bag of Oreos," was all I could say.

Great Emera, sass them as your last words. Great.

How did Pristine fuck these people up so badly?

One -a man- leaned in a bit. In a raspy voice, he said, "We search for the missing Sources... Mistress Pristine wishes you returned to her immediately."

His voice was deep and raspy, and creepy. 

"Nah, we'll pass," I said, drawing my knife. My other hand flew up to my hood, raising it over my head. My knife glinted in the light, sparkling rainbows and lights along the inside of the trailer. Because of course you want to disco before boogying with some demons! Duh!

"Well this isn't something that you get to decide, but since you'll play that way... " he rasped. 

I glowered at him... "Try me."

With that I flew up the hole on the roof, readying for battle.