Luke feels something rush his pitiful, prepubescent body. It courses through his veins, sends tremors through his bones and ignites his soul. An unmeasurable, insurmountable power. The power of an army of Shia LaBeoufs.
"What... what the..."
"It's amazing, isn't it?"
"I've never felt like this before!"
"Indeed. A while ago, you felt the power of only one Shia. But now... YOU HAVE AN ARMY AT YOUR DISPOSAL."
"So, see that meteorite? Push it away! Push it, like you would push into a line! Not that you should ever push into a line, of course. Because pushing is wrong."
"Luke..."
"Yeah?"
"You have a beard."
"I have appeared? I've always been here."
"No, a beard! You have facial hair!"
"I have facial hair!"
"Oh, my. I had no idea this would happen."
"What does this mean!?"
"It means you look like Shia LaBeouf. Which... is probably pretty terrible."
"I don't want to look like a dead meme!"
"All that power comes at a price!"
"I'm not willing to pay it!"
"Well, you have! And there are no refunds! So, go use your man-strength to save the world!"
"Guh. Fine..."
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[Old] My Little Demon
Short Story❝Wh-who are you? Where are you? What are you doing?❞ ❝A demon. Right here. Possessing your soul.❞ ❝What!?❞ ❝Teehee~❞ Dialogue Story // By Max // Cover by @clarkethevirus // Hail Satan c: