Demon Eyes For You (Gumlee)

Return From the Nightospere

~Marshall Lee~

I kiss the Nightosphere goodbye with my favorite hand gesture and a mumbling of profanity as I throw the last bag into the portal followed my me and my axe bass. 

"I'm not gonna miss this place in the slightest." 

Just my luck, I land in a marshy swamp and see that my bags are being rummaged through by a large, purple blob, no more of a lump, wait..."LSP ?" I mutter as I float out of the gross slime covered water and start trying to pull my stuff from the grasp of the ooze. 

"Umm.. Marshall ?..Oh my glob! What are you lumping doing here ?" LSP shouts, kind of spitting everywhere in the process, including on my favorite pair of skinny jeans that he has wrapped around his neck like a scarf. This swamp is getting less tolerable by the minute. 

" Ehhh...I just came back from the Nighto..wait what are you doing here sifting through my stuff?!!" I retort, punctuating with a low growl.

LSP looks down at the bags suspiciously, "Well, umm...I just saw this stuff in the swamp and I was lumping hungry sooo..whatever Marshall! You can't just leave stuff around and not expect people to take it!" 

" Alright, cool it space blob. I don't really have time for this right now." I grumble as I push him lightly out of the way, grab my stuff and fly off to find my beloved cave.

"SPACE BLOB?! THAT'S LUMPING RUDE MARSHALL LEE! THAT'S HOW YOU FREAKIN' GREET ME AFTER YOU'VE BEEN GONE LIKE WHAT..TWO MONTHS...WITH NO GIFTS OR POSTCARDS!!" LSP screams at me

I turn around and stick out my forked tongue, "Try two years you dingus!" 

When I finally see the mouth of my precious cave I sigh in relief. I can't wait to throw all this shit on the ground and sleep, just sleep through this morning and the entire day tomorrow until the cool night air envelops me and I feel alive again, well as alive as I can be. I haven't actually slept in months, I mean I don't really need to sleep, but I like to, it was once one of my favorite hobbies, a passion one might say, until my wicked mother forced me to stay awake night and day, being a king or whatever that means. "The vampire king of the nightosphere doesn't have time for mundane activities such as taking NAPS!" she would scream at me while I blasted music to drown out my responsibilities. 

I open the door, it creaks just the way I always liked it, and the smell of dust and death clouds over me. "Mmmm, ohhh yeah." 

I throw everything on the ground, float straight upstairs and kick off my worn down converse covered in swamp goo and glob knows what from the nightosphere, lost souls and shiz. You know when you feel a rock in your shoe, and you take it off and shake it tirelessly and then you lace it all back up only to find that you still feel that damn rock in your shoe? That's probably lost souls; they're nearly impossible to get rid of unless you pay a wizard or something to exorcise that shiz.

Before I knew it I was floating over my old bed, closing my eyelids under the heavy weight of sleepiness settling over me. Nothing could be better than this, me, in my own house, on my own bed,...alone.