Laaaaame
Harris Jones
I frown as I stare at the grayish powder. It's been three hours since I picked it up from a super sketchy guy in one of the many shops Arthur has taken me to.
Arthur being the dog from hell that has been living with me since a curse fell upon us both. It's a long story and I kinda don't want to talk about it.
So yeah, the powder.
While Arthur was getting some weird ointments and blood samples (he drinks demon blood for sustenance even though he could totally eat normal foods) I was exploring.
A rack of enchantment powders caught my eye and I just gravitated towards them. I had only been by them for a minute before I was approached by a super tall man in all black.
I probably shouldn't have trusted him but I did.
He said he saw me walk in with "the dog", referring to Arthur-obviously, and asked me how I got a hell hound for a pet.
I said he wasn't my pet and that he's an actual nightmare to live with. The dude was shocked and kept mumbling about obedience and loyalty. He then gave me a glass bottle of powder and told me it would help me with my "issues".
Of course, I rejected at first; saying that I would never wish to harm Arthur and I wouldn't accept anything that could potentially do that to him.
The dude said it couldn't hurt him in any way and would just make him complacent. I still didn't trust him but I bought it anyway-he was persistent-and now I'm sitting in my room debating on whether I should try it out or not.
I shake my head, running my hands down my face. I can't just trust that this won't kill him.
Complacent.
If it is just for that purpose...what if Arthur figures it out later or before I get to use it on him and he rips my head off. Oh god he totally would!
I can't. There's too many risks.
With I sigh I pick the tiny bottle up, staring at it with pursed lips. I'll throw it away.
"HARRIS!" I flinch as my bedroom door is thrown open. I hold the bottle to my chest, snapping my wide eyes over to the abrupt noise.
"W-what the hell?" I stammer slightly. "Are you insane!?"
"Quite." Arthur shrugs, his expression neutral and unfazed by my snappiness. "I was just wondering why you felt the need to leave the empty boxes of cereal in the pantry. It's honestly the evilest thing ever."
"Says the guy who actually eats people...for fun." I narrow my eyes at him as I slide my hands down to my waist then behind my back to further conceal the item in their grip.
"I like the taste of flesh." Arthur rolls his eyes at me. "I don't say anything about you eating animals so I don't know why you-" Arthur stops, narrowing his eyes into thin slits. "What are you hiding behind your back?"
Dammit. Observant little shit.
I gulp. "Nothing."
Arthur growls. "The fact that you're lying about it means it's either something dangerous, supernatural, or both." I try my hardest not to burst into fear induced tears as the hellish man marches forward. "Give it."
I shake my head, wildly. "That's an insanely bad idea."
"Why?" Arthur grimaces. "...is it something that'll kill me?" He mutters as he snatches his outstretched arm back to rest against his chest.
