My Best Friend Is a Demon

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 Ⅱ

     I stumbled back, tripping on my desk chair and falling onto the ground. This is too much of a coincidence. The ketchup bottle, the T.V, the pencil jar, the black pencil itself, and the damn spider. I hate spiders with a passion. But why didn't I notice it before? How long has it been there? I ran my hand through my boyish short white hair, sighing heavily. How was I going to kill this thing? My mind began to race with thoughts. What if... What if I made it happen? 

     I quickly grabbed my notebook and the strange pencil, I placed the pencil near my mouth, thinking. 

     "You should draw a dog, that way you wouldn't be so lonely," A female voice sneered at me. 

     I yelped and fell back again, I quickly curled into a small ball and covered my face with my small hands in an attempt to protect myself from the voice. 

     "I won't hurt you if that's what you're scared of." The voice said again, sounding rather annoyed. 

     I slowly moved my hand and stared at the girl, she had long jet black hair, long side bangs, and pale skin. Her eyes were bright blue, cold, and dull. My eyes traveled down to her nose, she had a small button nose, and heart-shaped lips. She wore a black oversized hoodie and black skinny jeans. 

     The girl only rolled her eyes at me. "Why don't you take a picture? It lasts longer." She smirked. 

     I blushed lightly in embarrassment. 

     "I'm Moon." She said with a mischievous smile, reaching out her hand at me. I stare at her hand, unable to move as I was flabbergasted and awestruck. She only chuckled at my startled reaction. She leaned down and grabbed my arm and hoisted me up. I take a good long look at the mysterious girl standing in front of me. Unable to form any words.

     "Uhm, hello?" The girl--Moon-- said while she waved her hand over my face.

     "U-Uhm, I-I'm W-Will..?" it came out more like a question then I meant for it to.  I glanced down at her small pale hand that was still holding my arm. 

     She let go and giggled lightly. "Okay Will," she sighed before continuing, "So I am your demon." She said shortly. 

     "W-Wha--?" I placed both hands on my head, feeling myself spin from the dizziness. 

     "I made the ketch bottle fell, I made you're T.V turn on, same thing with your pencil case." She yawned and glanced at her nails which were painted black. "Oh also, that pencil I gave you? Yeah whatever you draw comes to life." She said casually.  Wiping her nails on the sleeve of her sweater. 

     oh so that explains the spider. "C-can I reverse it..?" I asked softly, pointing at the spider. 

     She glanced at it, "Oh sure, just write it down. But be specific." she said. 

     I nodded and opened my sketchpad with my shaking hands, and with the pencil, I wrote "The spider on my shelf, died because of starvation." 

     "Oh look at that, it died," Moon said, poking the dead thing. 

     I glanced at it in amazement. "Why are you here? What are you for? What is this for? Have you been following me? Why were you-" 

    "I don't know, okay?" Moon interrupted me. "All I know is that when you were born so was I. And you were assigned to me. Not every human has a demon. Some have angels. In matter of fact I think you're one of the only humans that have a demon." She explained. "And trust me the angels are nothing but selfish jerks." She muttered under her breath. 

     "So what, you protect me?" I asked, still a bit confused. 

     Moon laughed at my question, "No, you have the pencil for that. I guess I'm more for companionship." she said with a shrug. 

     "So what can I do with the pencil?" I asked, examining it. 

     Moon pinched her bridge, "I just explained that to you. But you can use it for good or bad. The choice is yours. But in my opinion, its better and more fun to use it for bad." She said with a smile. 

     A small smile must have shown on my face because Moon giggled at me. "I wonder what you're thinking." She said as she stared at me. 

     
    I chuckle lightly, not every story is about the good guy. And I don't feel like being the good guy. Maybe a mix of both, who knows.