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Day 19 H̷a̷l̴l̴o̵n̶e̵-̴s̶h̴o̵t̴s̶

(Y/n) P.O.V.

There are things in this world that have yet to be explained. Some that probably never will. You could ask a million questions, and never get a single answer. Because the universe is an irrational place.

I see a lot of things. Things that aren't quite human. Shadows without people, silhouette figures, horns, red eyes, floating things, decaying forms, those that have passed. For each one I ask, "What are you? Who are you?" But nothing. I've seen them all my life, but never got a response. They didn't bother me, so I don't care much.

Corpses, ghouls, demons, skeletons, whatever they may be, it just doesn't matter. The only thing that bothers me is that I am the only one. I can't express it without sounding crazy. Sometimes I'll see one that scares me down to the bone, but I have no one to confide in.

Until now.

I work at a Starbucks. And there's this guy that keeps coming in for for coffee. He always has the same demon next to him, one that seems to have latched to his form even. It never seems angry, just bored. Almost cat like sometimes with his antics. He'd climb counters and walls, swat at puffballs on people's hats, or hiss when people got too close to his human companion. Not that it mattered, but he still tried.

I find the demon funny. Charming as a cat can be. I think he's figured out I can see him because he's constantly buzzing around me now. I think he'd find it funny if I appeared crazy to his host. I don't mind, seeing as he doesn't seem like he has other non murdery entertainment.

Today, I casually converse with the host about his order. Even though I already know it. He's been in here that often. Plus the Irish accent helps my brain make the connection. His little demon pal hops onto the counter, and lays on his back. He huffs frustratedly like he's given up on making me laugh. But of course this is what gets me. He's like a sad dog. I smile and chuckle quietly.

The customer hears me.

However, he doesn't seem confused. In fact he seems mildly surprised before smiling. "Yeah, he's a bit dramatic." He doesn't even pass the demon a passing glance, which make me wonder if we're talking about the same thing here. "Um, cute though." I press, slightly unsure.

I speak quieter. "You can see them?" I ask. He nods. "I never thought anyone else could." He responds. "Me neither...what's that outside?" I point to the ghastly figure outside. A bloodied clown with a creepy smile stands on the sidewalk, just staring.

"That is one one Pennywise looking bitch." We both laugh. Deciding we should talk more thoroughly about this, I take my break early, and we find a quiet corner to talk in. The demon tags along happily, like this was his doing. Now he peers out a window to stare at birds.

"So when did he latch onto you?"

"About four years ago. He kinda possessed me for a little bit. Something about afraid of going back to hell, but eventually he was strong enough to take his own form and hung around. He responds to Anti, but doesn't really speak."

I nod in fascination. This is the most I've learned about this other world I'm apart of. It's sad, but excited. "How much do you know about them?" He shrugs. "Anything I've asked Anti, he's answered. I just don't ask that much. I didn't like the answers I got."

I frown. "Like what?"

"Like what it means that we can see them. We attract them because our souls are broken or cracked. The disturbance interests them. And scares them. I don't know, it scares me to think something is so messed up with our souls that they are scared...except Anti of course."

I look sadly at the demon. "He was running. It must have been so bad for him to be that scared he came to you."  The man shrugs. "Its Hell. Are you really surprised..."

"(Y/n)."

"Seán."

"Well, Seán, plenty of demons seem okay with Hell. I think they were just jealous that Anti was cuter." Once again, like a cat, Anti nuzzles his head to my shoulder at the praise. "You could probably ask him questions, but only yes or no for now. Usually he writes the answers down, but won't in public."

"Well then let's meet up somewhere not public. You could swing by my pl-" I stop as I notice the clown figure move towards the door. On its own. They never move without latching to someone. "Seán, look." He turns to see it looking right at us as it phases through the door. Anti hisses, crouching behind the table.

"Should we run?" I question. Seán looks at Anti's reaction. "We should run." We both get up at nonchalantly as possible before bolting. I lead him out the back to avoid conflict, although I'm probably fired now because I heard the coworker yelling at me. Not that I'm too concerned about that right now.

We sprint into the alley behind the store, climbing over a fence that blocks the path. The clown has followed us, and it seems a bit pissed. We rush onto the sidewalk, and the clown stops at the fence. It seems unable to go farther. So we walk more casually to prevent suspicion, Anti behind us.

"That has never happened before, what the hell?" I hiss.

"That happens sometimes when a demon running from Hell is latched to you. Though, I'll admit, that's the first time its followed me that far."

"Maybe its because I'm around."

"Maybe. That would mean you're pretty fucked too, now. Sorry."

I frown in thought. "Do you think it was mad we found out? Like it was supposed to prevent that?" He looks a me fearfully. "Because I've wanted someone to understand my whole life. I don't want it to be what kills me."