Sold

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If 'NO?' could be an emotion, then Sammy would definitely be feeling it right now. He had sold his soul.

Online.

On the black market.

And two different buyers had bought it within a minute of the listing.

'Kids these days,' 92-year-old Sammy thought. 'They always appreciate a good joke. I'm impress how dedicated they are, though. Hacking in without get arrested is a pretty good feat for anybody, let alone kiddos.'

Sammy flopped down into his favorite armchair, worn thin from use. Staring at his wife's seat, it felt awfully empty in the house, but he knew that he couldn't bring back Diana from the dead.

After all, he didn't have too long to suffer anyways. Thus, he had decided to post his address on the deep web, along with a listing for his soul.

The doorbell rang, so he picked up his walker and hobbled over to the door. However, there was no need, as the door suddenly flew off of its hinges and glowing fog rolled into the room as disco lights flashed.

With an astounding guitar riff and dance moves that would have made Michael Jackson proud, the figure slipped off his shades and took a bow in front of the old man.

"I am here for your souUULLLL!" The figure screamed with another guitar solo, but Sammy just stood there, shell-shocked.

"I thought you were joking and that you were a young kiddo fooling around on the Internet," Sammy slowly said.

"No, ya old man! I'm here for ya soul!"

Just then, there was a crash into the window, and a fat green troll with wings farted its way past the broken glass and over to Sammy.

"No. It's my soul." The little demon looked awfully upset in his diaper and baby bonnet. "I wanna have the soul!" He began to cry while the other demon and Sammy looked on.

"Well, this is awkward," said Sammy. "I'm not dead yet and a music-playing demon and a fat baby are here to steal my soul."

Sammy hobbled back over to his chair and took out his book while the other two looked on, grumbling between themselves.

The baby Shrek demon yawned, and the first demon finally snapped.

"OK! All of this silence is ruining my artistic flow, so let's speed up the soul-stealing process!" He clapped his hands, and an artificial clap trap began to play.

Sammy glared over the top of his spectacles, immediately shutting up the demon. "Do you at least know how much longer I have to live? I don't want to spend my last breath being in the same room as you two."

The green demon looked at a baby rattle as the swirls and stripes began to form a countdown. "You have... fourteen more seconds."

"I'll make a deal," Sammy rushed out. "Make me immortal and I'll give you my soul."

As the two demons considered it, Sammy suddenly grew short of breath, and the sound of his panting filled the room.

The demon with the guitar shrugged. "Sure," he said. He snapped his fingers and Sammy stopped dying.

Sammy then proceeded to walk out of the door, but he was stopped by an indignant demon.

"Where ya going, kid? I still need my soul, buddy. Pay up."

Sammy smirked and then laughed.

"I never told you when I would give you my soul... or whom I'd give it to. So long, folks, I'm going skydiving because I'm immortal!"

The demons gaped as Sammy hobbled out the door on his walker.

"So long, suckers! Bye-bye!"

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Written for a prompt by DawnStarling's April Writing Competition. It is exactly 600 words long ;) I hope you enjoyed it, and remember to slam that vote button!