It’s morning time. You are preparing for your job at the office, on your way to starbucks for coffee. You pull into the coffee shop, and get a cup, but on your way back to your car, you realize someone in your passenger seat. It appeared not human. Like a cartoon.
It had long hair, and it was wearing a black jacket. It had a smile on it’s face.
Slowly approaching the car, you open the door.
“Who are you? Why are you in my car?” You yell loudly, as the cartoon has no reaction. He just stares at you like you’ve just said the dumbest thing ever.
The cartoon just keeps on staring, into your face. Your soul.
“You heard me… Who the hell are you?!?” you yell, a slight aggravation in your voice.
The cartoon continues staring, just smiling at your anger.
“Huh?” it finally spews out.
“Who are you, why are you here… in my car?” you ask. It proceeds to open the passenger door, and get out of your car.
“I’m glad you finally asked.” it says. “The name’s Don.”
You try to remain calm, but your curiosity speaks volumes. “So…. What are you exactly? You don’t appear to be human...” you spew out uncontrollably.
“I’m not human like you… I am a demon. I symbolize all of the worlds problems.” Don answers.
“That still doesn’t explain why you were in my car. ” You reply.
“Why I have came into your presence is something you need to find out for yourself. My logic cannot explain it to you clearly enough for your puny brain to understand.” “But point is, i’ll be hanging with you for a while, so your miles will get used to me.” Don says, pulling out a shotgun.
“Cause if you don’t, you will be wiped from existence. You are potential kid, but humans give me my power. Humans are one of the worlds mistakes. I won’t hesitate.” He adds.
“What?! What are you talking about? Put the gun away!” you say in fear, pushing down the barrel aimed at your face.
“Like I said, I can’t explain. I suggest you just do as I please. I have an extremely short patience.” Don answers, putting the shotgun away. Actually, it sort of just… disappeared behind his back.
“Where did it go?” You ask, wondering what happened to it.
“Don’t you worry about me kid.” Don answers. “So, what are you doing here anyways?”
“Getting some coffee on my way to work.”
“Really? Coffee sucks. Coke’s the only good drink.” Don says, pulling out a 2 liter.
He unscrews the cap, and proceeds to drink directly from the bottle.
“Want some?” Don asks you, belching.
“N-no thanks. I’m good.” You answer, as Don continues to down the rest of the bottle, soda leaking from his mouth, staining his jacket with a caramel color.
“Why are you drinking a 2 liter?” You ask. “Don’t question me.” Don answers.
You get back in the car, and Don follows. Starting the engine, you ask something.
“So, you get your powers from the world mistakes?”
“Yes.” Don replies.
“What powers?”
“Interesting powers.”
“Be more specific.” You put your car in reverse, then start towards the office, thinking to yourself what you are going to do with Don when you get there.
“Powers that are interesting that only I have.” Don adds.
“Why are you resisting to tell me?” You ask.
“Idk...” Don answers.
“Is making things disappear one of them? Like what you did with that shotgun?”
“It doesn’t ‘disappear,’ it materializes, then dematerializes when I don’t have a need for it. Allow me to demonstrate.”
You watch in surprise and confusion as a pistol materializes into Don’s hand.
“See?”
“Y-yeah. How’s that… Possible?”
The pistol then fades away.
“Like I said kid, i’m not human. You will see inhumane things when you are around me. But try not to be so fascinated. It annoys the crap out of me.”
You decide it’s better just to remain silent until you get to the office.
“Ok Don, we have a problem.“ you say, pulling into the parking lot.
“What is it, you?” Don jokes, giggling.
“No, only authorized personnel are allowed in here. You can’t come with me.”
“Well, first off, i’m technically not a person, so your stupid rule doesn’t apply to me. Second of all, only the people I stalk can see me. I enjoy watching everyone call my victims crazy and assume that they are hallucinating or going insane. It’s such a funny scene.”
“You’re just being cruel.” You say, disappointment in your voice.
A bayonet materializes in Don’s hand, he holds it to your throat.
“I said don’t question me. I will NOT warn you again.” He says.
“Now, do I make myself clear?”
“Y-y-yes… Just get that damn thing away from me...” you cautiously answer.
“Gooood.”
Don gets out of the car, you follow.
“So, wheres the entrance?”
“Over there.” You point to the glass sliding door in the front of the building.
Don just floats through the door, like it wasn’t even there. It was obvious he had some potential himself. You keep your thoughts to yourself though, as to not aggravate him.
“Man, this place is a dump.” Don says, as he looks around the miles upon miles of cubicles.
I showed him to mine, sat at my computer and got to work.
Don pulled out another 2 liter, I cautiously shoved my keyboard over, in case he spilt soda all over it. He again, spilled some on his jacket. With the way he drinks, his jacket is gonna turn brown.
“You call this a job?” He asks, boredom and annoyance in his voice.
“It’s what I could get at the time. It pays enough for me to make a living, so it’s good enough.”
“This dump? It’s feeding my powers! This place sucks!” Don exclaimed in a loud tone.
“Shhh… You’ll catch the attention of the others.” you say.
“I only exist for you… Remember?” Don said. “You got short term memory?”
“No, but I am forgetful. Don’t harass me about it.” You answer.
“Normie...” You hear Don mutter under his breath.
A few hours of cleaning up Don’s soda spills, and filling out stuff on my computer, quitting time arose.
“Finally...” Don said, throwing the 40’th 2 liter in the trash, letting out the loudest belch i’ll probably ever hear.