~devils mug~ {devil X mugman}

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Mugmans POV
Slight profanity

Not even 10 minutes of being here and cups was already gambling, me on the other hand, i was heading towards where the music was. Apparently they were having people come up and sing. Which i guess i could get a kick out of. A tall dice headed man stood on stage

"Now how's about we get someone else on the stage hmm?"

I chuckled as a few people nervously and excitedly shifted from foot to foot hoping they would get picked to sing up stage

"Hmmm how 'bout you? The guy with the cup for a head?"

My chuckling seized and i pointed to myself nervously, as though asking if he was talking about me, a grin appeared on his face as he nodded, slowly i walked forward towards the stage

"Whats your name boy?"

"Mugman"

I replied simply

"And what song do you wanna sing?"

I thought for a moment

"Gasoline"

"Alrighty then"

He handed me the mike and started the music, taking a deep breath i began

" Are you insane like me? 

Been in pain like me?

Bought a hundred dollar bottle of

champagne like me?

Just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me?

Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?

Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me?

Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?

Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?

Saying that you shouldn't waste your pretty face like me?

And all the people say

You can't wake up, this is not a dream

You're part of a machine, you are not a human being

With your face all made up, living on a screen

Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline

I think there's a flaw in my code

These voices won't leave me alone

Well my heart is gold and my hands are cold

Are you deranged like me?

Are you strange like me?

Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?

Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?

Pointing fingers 'cause you'll never take the blame like me?

And all the people say

You can't wake up, this is not a dream

You're part of a machine, you are not a human being

With your face all made up, living on a screen

Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline

I think there's a flaw in my code

These voices won't leave me alone

Well my heart is gold and my hands are cold"

I hadnt even realized how smooth i had made my voice as i sang, it sounded like i was a processional or something! As i stopped everyone stared at me in awe, after a few seconds of silence everyone started whistling and clapping, i smiled excitedly, then. A certain someone caught my eye.

A man standing in the back staring at me thoughtfully, i gulped silently as i realized who it was.

The devil himself