Diesel patches and Elmo get trapped in ace hardware

those pesky toaster demons

A lone figure stood in an equally lonely and  barren kitchen, silhouetted against the dim light cast by the street lamp outside the window

Diesel patches was, once again, somberly staring at his toaster in a half awake stupor, waiting for the familiar ding of his toaster to notify him that the toast had finished toasting at long last.

After a long moment or two of standing in the dark with only the sound of his own breathing to accompany him, he found  himself absentmindedly glancing at his phone from its resting spot on the counter.

The time caught his eye...3:78 am. He wasn't going to question it, chalking it up to just being a glitch in the phones system. Whatever.

He has just gotten up an hour ago after a night of insomnia. Well, more accurately he had spent an hour laying in his bed and mindlessly staring at the ceiling before he finally gathered enough inspiration to drag himself out of bed and all the way over to the kitchen. That was 10 minutes ago. Might as well make himself some toast instead of laying in bed trying to sleep and only succeeding in having a 6 hour staring contest with the drywall.

Now as he stood here waiting, he felt the familiar sensation of exhaustion weighing down on him, almost wishing he stayed in bed instead of this. The view of the drywall was almost preferable to being upright. Yep. He was dead inside

By that feeling alone, he could already tell how this day was going to be. Hell, he'd only been out of bed for 10 minutes and he was already staring at the toaster and fantasizing about taking a bath with it. and not in a sensual way.

Time slowly passed while desil stood in the kitchen, his gaze on nothing but the toaster as he struggled to keep his eyes open. Soon It finally hit 4:am, and a bell rang ominously from somewhere within the dark confines of his houe. this knocked him out of his trance, and disappoint grew in him as he slowly came to the realization that the toaster was probably broken. It had been at least 27 minutes right? How long did it take for bread.to turn into toast again?

He wasn't going to get any toast. That was depressing. Might as well just have stayed in bed.

He sighed in defeat, and reached for the plug. Well, if it was broken there was no use keeping it plugged in. hopefully it worked enough for a toaster-bath at least.

... only to jump back with a start as sparks started to shoot out of the toaster's slots. Yep, definitely broken.

His confusion and unease only further grew as it suddenly started making ear grating high- pitched whirring noises, which made him have to cover his ear with a grimace.
It almost sounded like... The toaster was screaming. In pain.

What the hell?

Well, he was awake now.

He watched, shocked into a grim silence as inky black tentacles emerged from the two slots in the top. They desperately grappled at the sides of the toaster, the thing screaming all the whole, as if they were trying to pull themselves free of it. The tentacles were covered in spikes it seemed, as they left deep scratch marks in the white finish wherever they touched it. The thing continued to scream in agony as the unmistakable smell of burning tar began to fill the room, accompanied now by a gurgling sound as the "flesh" of the tentacles melted off, running down the sides of the toaster to pool on the counter in a goey mess.

The thing screamed until it was completely melted, until its body was an unrecognizable mess dripping down the toaster. After a few moments of complete stunned silence, diesel reached for the toaster plug, successfully unplugging it without interference this time. He looked at the black tar running down it in mild annoyance, too tired and done with this shit to feel anything else at the moment j.