[Fic] Devil Wants a Refund (Original Work)
- Fandom: Original Work
- Pairing: None
- Tags: Comedy
- Word-Count: 300
- Status: Complete
- First Published: Sep 2023
- Disclaimer: Does not apply! This is my own original work :D
"For the record, you signed the contract. In blood."
Rolling your eyes, you swish the contract out of the dimensional pocket you sold your soul for. "So did you," you very cleverly point out, feeling very clever. The devil's eye twitches, then, outrageously beautiful eyebrows softly furrowing in the most hauntingly lovely manner you've ever seen. You might be in love.
You're still not taking your soul back, though.
"The contract clearly stipulates that I, as the buyer, has the right for a complete refund if I find your soul unsatisfactory." A pause and then, "Your soul is unsatisfactory."
"Aw, you're hurting my feelings."
"You don't have any."
You pout.
The devil sighs, ridiculously pink lips twisting into an unpleasant, though still charming, expression. "Take your soul back, or I will drag you to hell."
You pout more. "But you'll take back my beloved DiPo if I do that!"
"What the heavens is a DiPo?"
"My dimensional pocket."
The devil judges you. He judges you hard. His expression is one of profound disappointment, one of utter abandonment of faith. He looks at you and finds you wanting, finds you to be a pathetic ant beneath his shoe. Honestly, it's kind of hot.
The air grows heavier, then, the devil growing in size until he is looming over you, taking up every bit of available space in your room (which is a lot—you keep nearly all your things in your aforementioned DiPo, which, by the way, is a terrific name and the devil simply has no taste). A great, big tongue fall out of the devil's mouth, a breath like rattling bones in a wind-chime sours the air in your lungs, and you gulp on reflex.
Think about it for two seconds. "Will I still have my DiPo in hell?"
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