Solangelo Oneshots

Demon

Will
I could hardly believe it. I was too tired for this crap. First, I had to cover Kayla's shift, which isn't too bad on its own, but I had just worked for way longer than is healthy. I had three essays to write before the weekend, and my computer was broken. And now this.

I walked into my bathroom, ready to take a shower and try to calm down so I could get stressed again tomorrow, but what I saw did not calm me down. Written in blood on the mirror was 'I'M WATCHING YOU.' So I did what any reasonable person in my situation would do. I got a dry erase marker and wrote back. 'What?' Then I took a shower. I was a poor college student, I didn't have the money for an exorcist. Fight me.

The next day, I had completely forgotten about the whole ordeal. Again, fight me. I went to clean my bathroom because I'm a sophisticated adult. Okay, fine. Who am I kidding? My half-brother was visiting and he was kinda judgmental.

If I had one dirty dish in my bedroom or one spider under my sink, he'd be all 'Oh, Will. Do you never clean your house? Were you raised in a barn?' I would respond yes, I lived on a farm for a few years before he was born, and he would roll his eyes and clean my stuff.

I mean, yeah, him cleaning my stuff was nice, but he always held it over my head afterward. I would say something along the lines of, "Austin? Could you please get the door? I think my neighbor's cat had gotten out again." And he'd say something like, "Sure. I do everything else, why not?" And it really got on my nerves.

So just imagine what he would say about a bathroom that hadn't been cleaned since the last time he came here. So, maybe year ago? My house was a mess.

I walked into my bathroom and, surprise surprise, there was blood on my mirror. This time it said 'You heard me.'

I was confused by this for a moment because, like I said, I had forgotten about the blood. I wrote back 'Yeah. I heard you (or saw? Can demons talk?) what I'm asking is what you mean.'

The weekend with my brother went pretty well. It wasn't that interesting. But the rest of what happened is, so I'm going to skip ahead.

The day after Austin left, there was more writing on the wall. 'I don't have time to explain it to mortals like you.' I was getting kind of tired of this demon's crap. So I wrote back 'First, you could just explain once, I could take a pic, and we'd be done with this whole unpleasant experience.' The demon didn't respond.

It seemed to me that it was avoiding me. Not that I was complaining. It was creepy, but the lack of notes felt odd. On the last day of class for the semester, I got out of bed (obviously. I guess I didn't need to add that part.) and went to the bathroom. In the bathroom, on the mirror was another message in blood.
'You have an dentist appointment today at 5:37 pm.'

Hmmm. So the demon was helpful. I wrote back in gratitude, 'Thanks! But stop writing in blood. Use a dry erase marker. Stop killing innocent chickens.'

It did not stop killing innocent chickens. I arrived home from the dentist to another note. 'Why? How is this any differently than those chicken nuggets you're always eating?'

'Because,' I wrote, 'I don't have to acknowledge that they used to be alive. It's called living in denial.' I wished the demon would just appear in person so I could tell it to leave.

My wish came true. I was about to go to sleep. That would not be possible. A man who looked about my age was sitting at the bottom of my bed, his head resting in his hand. He looked like a vampire. I mean, not to be cliche, but he had pale skin and dark hair.

"Ugh. Why?" He complained. I, the eloquent man that I was, screamed. I could handle bloody mirrors. I could handle my apartment being haunted. I could handle an extremely hot guy in my room. What I could not handle was that the hot guy just appeared there!

"Dude. Chill." The boy spoke. "You're the one who summoned me. Don't be weird about it."

"Wait......" I was perplexed. "You're the demon?"

He repeated what I said in a mocking voice. Rude. "Uh, obviously. You wrote a letter to me, and then you left half a pizza out on your counter, thus summoning me. So I ate your pizza, thinking it was an offering, and came here." I just stared at him.

"Also," He said, clearly upset that I hadn't summoned him on purpose, "I have a name. It's Nico."