Devil Deals (Phan)

Chapter 2

   "Pitorp pitorp pitorp pitorp pitorp pitorp", I keep repeating it and laughing like I'm insane- I mean I probably am, I don't know. Actually, I'm just pretty bored. I'm waiting on Him to come back, Phil was taken not too long ago but I feel like it's been forever.
   "Hello Daniel."
   I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up. There He is, the devil himself, right there in front of me.
   "Hello sir, I take it that you our here to take me back to Phil?"
   "More or less . . . I might take you somewhere, but not back to Phil"
   "What?! But we had a deal, the final contra-"
   "You two didn't even read the full contract, did you?", He laughed. "In the contract, it was stated, in small bold lettering, "You will be returned to each other if I want to do so, if not, I will keep you seperated- this is for my amusement only".
   I stared at him. Was he serious? Was he actually fucking serious?
   "Yes, I am "actually fucking serious""
   "Why?! What makes it so amusing to you to keep us seperated?!"
   "That right there! You just can't stand being away from each other, and it's hilarious!", He said with hysterical laughter. After composing himself, He then went on to say "You'll also have to work with me- collecting souls and such, and you'll get some powers, so that's cool . . . Phil will be doing the same thing, but you will each work separate shifts".
   "Will we see each other at all?"
   "No, not that I've planned . . . anyways, too my office!"
   This suit is awful! I mean it looks nice, but it's not my style.
   "Everything okay Mr. Lester?", a short round lady I had seen earlier asked me from outside the dressing room.
  "Oh, um, may I get a different suit, please?"
   "Sure thing, what would you like?"
   "Something . . . soft . . . and neat."
   "Alright, I've got just the thing."
   Before I knew it a black tuxedo was thrown over the door to me. It looked like what I had worn for Simon's funeral. It was surprisingly soft and, after putting it on, it did look pretty neat. While examining myself in the mirror, there was a knock on the dressing room door.
   "Yes?", I asked.
   "It's me, and uh, I've got bad news"
    It's Him . . . wonder what it is. I opened the door. "What is it?"
   "Well, uh, Dan said he doesn't want to see you."
   "What? What do you mean?", I asked, obviously confused.
   "In the contract it stated that you must come to hell, but . . . you have a choice as to whether you want to see each other or not, and Dan, well, he said he doesn't want to see you. He blames you for all of this because it was your idea to make the craft channel."
   I stared at him and I could feel a lump rise in my throat. I swallowed.
   "He actually said that?"
   "I'm afraid so . . . do you need a moment? I have a room prepared for you."
   "May I speak to Dan?", I was trying my best to not burst out into tears.
   "I'm afraid not, I am not allowed to go against his wishes"
   I nodded. "I would like to go to my room now."
   "Right this way", He said, putting his hand on my back and leading me to my room.
   When we reached the room I thanked him for his generosity. I then locked the door and flung myself onto my bed and started bawling my eyes out. Is it really my fault . . . ?
   I sat in His office waiting for Him to return. He said he had to go take care of something, but it was taking forever. Maybe my perception of time is just off. I should get a watch. Do people wear watches in hell? Do the- wait, no Daniel, damn it, focus, you might not see your best friend ever again, don't let your mind wander off, think of a way to see him damn it!
   "Dan!"
   I looked up. "Phil? Well fuck, that was easy."
   "What?"
   "Nothing, um, did you get your soul back? I did, are you okay? Are you supposed to be here?". He laughed.
   "Well, I was just walking around and I seen you so I thought I'd stop by and say hi and tell you how much I hate you".
   I laughed, thinking he was joking. "What?"
  "I hate you, Dan. You're the reason why we're here! If it wasn't for you, we would still be up there with everyone else! Why did you sell your soul?!"
   He was almost yelling and it was scaring me. "Phi-"
   "Shut up! You want to know why we can't see each other? Because I don't want us to. I made Him make up that story about the contract so it wouldn't hurt your feelings as much, but . . . but really Dan, what the hell? I can't believe you did something so stupid!"
   At this point I was crying. He stomped away and I watched as a blur of red from his NASA shirt turned the corner. He really hates me . . .

(AYYYY, look at who updated because it's 2 AM and they have school tomorrow but they hate school? That's right, this guy actually updated the story. How great is that? And it's a little longer than the last part :D Also sorry if this is confusing anyone, I'm going to try to make it easier to understand as the chapters go on.)