Well, That Was A Thing (Good Omens One-Shots)

17; Little Voices

Context: Adam's just a regular human who's got an angel on one shoulder and a demon on the other, who will he listen to? Well, that depends on the situation.

Based on fanart by coalhaze on Twitter. Plain italics will be used for Adam's thoughts. When italics are bold, that's Crowley speaking inside Adam's mind and when italics are underlined, it's Aziraphale. 

Word Count: 5,000

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Adam Young was a bright boy, always had been. He was smart, creative, but sometimes he had issues with right and wrong. Specifically, picking which one suited him more. For most of his life he had a little voice inside his head, his conscience, which would help him weigh his decisions. Eventually, that turned into two separate voices. When he turned 11 years old, these voices of right and wrong started manifesting in physical forms.

He now had a black-clad demon with shades on his right shoulder, and a cream and tan garbed angel on his left. To say he was shocked in the morning of his birthday was an understatement. He bolted out of the bed upon opening his eyes and seeing two tiny faces floating above him.

"What are a bunch of fairies doing in my room?!" He yelled, backed into the door of his room.

The little demon frowned and flew toward him at full speed. "Woah, woah, woah! You see any color or sparkles coming from our wings? We ain't fairies, mate."

"He's right, dear boy. I'm afraid those don't exist." Said the angel as he flew over to them.

Adam stared at both of them, his jaw dropping in the process. "Holy crap, you talk!"

"Indeed, we do."

"So... What? You're both angels then?" Asked the child, noting the blond's heavenly appearance.

The little demon shrugged a bit with a tilt of the head. "Same species, different political party. Do I need to grow a pair of horns and a tail for you to figure it out?"

Adam's eyes grew wider and his eyebrows almost shot up into his hairline. "Wait, so it's not just a cartoon thing? People actually have a little angel and devil on their shoulder?!"

"Yup. Once you're old enough you get one of each assigned to you and you're stuck with us forever. Or until one of use gets replaced." Said the tiny devil.

The boy made a face. "Replaced? Why would you get replaced?" He asked as he stood up and away from his bedroom door.

"If we don't do a good enough job, influence you too little, someone takes our spot." Explained the black haired demon.

He walked over to his bed and sat, his legs hanging over the edge. "So everyone has a pair of you with them? Why haven't I seen any before?"

"Well Adam, that's because we were assigned to you. If we were assigned to multiple people at the same time, they would all be able to see us. But yes, everyone has an angel and a demon of their own." Said the blond in a very matter-of-fact tone.

Adam took a moment to internalize the new information and began connecting dots. Perhaps all the times he saw people talking to themselves, they were actually speaking to their shoulder voices. Although, he wasn't quite sure if that was the case with R. P. Tyler or not. He and the rest of The Them always insisted he was crazy. Whatever the case, he realized this would take some getting used to. So the next logical step, would be knowing how to address them.

"Do you two have names?"

"Call me Crowley. The adorable creampuff is Aziraphale." Said the demon as he sat on Adam's right shoulder.