the gas station part 5

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel general #697
part 1: https://pastebin.com/R8j8YfHL
part 2: https://pastebin.com/QfjSgGKV
part 3: https://pastebin.com/AiRzfCgp
part 4: https://pastebin.com/Xkc65MhM
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Here's a blast from the past
>Be anon
>Working at the gas station
>Fking Stolas if all demons walks in
>With some pink bitch
>She looks mad
>You wonder why
"So uh... Stolas."
>"Mortal."
"So who's your friend?"
>Stolas lets out a heavy sigh
>Clearly he's been dealing with some trouble
>"This little miscreant has caused a fuss here on earth, and because she falls under my jurisdiction I had to deal with the fallout."
"What'd she do?"
>"She created a mutant fish at a beach, and led to the biggest headache of my life."
"Wouldn't I have heard of that?"
>"No. We mixed the news reports and wiped anyones memories of the incident."
"So why is she here?"
>>"Fk you."
>"She's here to work alongside you at this, let's face it, dump. As punishment of course."
>>"Bullsht!"
>Stolas glares at her and she shrinks under his gaze
>"Say hello to your new coworker, Verosika Mayday."
"This doesn't feel like a punishment."
>"She's a popstar, rich, and a spoiled beelzejuice addict. Doing menial labor is definitely a fitting punishment, working fir a human just salts the wound."

Might post more if i feel like it
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>suddenly, another bird demon walks in
>Octavia
"...Hello?"
>"Hello, Anon." she greets you with a small smirk, before giving her father and Verosika the once-over "I see dad has neglected to introduce you to your OTHER new co-worker."
"Oh?"
>stepping aside, she reveals the sulking form of Blitzo
>immediately, the two lesser demons seem to stare daggers at each other
>oh boy, this'll be "fun"

>Stolas looks hesitant
>"Tavi, I'm not sure that..."
>"NO, father!" the owlette said firmly "The bet was his idea they were the ones who went up without a disguise, and both sides agreed to keep the event a secret. The fact that he went back on his word and TATTLED to you isn't an excuse!"
>at that, Verosika seems even more furious, while Blitzo notably shrinks slightly, and resumes his sulking
>with a defeated sigh, Stolas just nods
>"Very well... I mustn't be biased..."
>but he leans in close to the imp
>"I'll by back for you soon, Blitzy~!"
>"Three weeks."
>"WHAT?!"
>"WHAT?!"
"What."
>"...What?"
>"Her punishment is one month, no Beelzejuice, and seeing that it was a reciprocating provocation, it's only fitting that he spends at least three weeks here."
>the owlette scoffs
>"Besides, given their history, I wouldn't be surprised if either of them does something that would extend BOTH of their punishments..."
"...Yeah, as if I'd do that, sure."
>the four demons blinked, having apparently forgotten you were there
>"Pardon?"
"No offense, but I'd rather not be working with two demons any longer than necessary. Especially after the ruckus YOU TWO caused!"
>your words sharpen at the two owls, causing the other two to stop their fuming and perk up, momentarily
>"L-Let's not elaborate on that!" Stolas replies, hastily "...But I get your point. I know Blitzy has an ill reputation in your store, but I assure you..."
>and he stares, long and still, at the imp, who shrinks under his gaze
>"...He will be of no trouble..." he said, in a low, solemn voice
>Blitzo hastily nodded
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>"...And as for the little miss..." the Goetian continued "If she know what's good for her, she'll keep her head low, and her mouth off the bottle."
>Verosika said nothing in response, but you could tell she had a choice few words about the matter
>you, on the other hand, didn't have to hold your tongue
"Right."
>you began, dryly
"So, once again, Hell walks into my life, now dumping a petty thief and a recovering alcoholic on me to babysit while they're in "time out"... And you've already decided that I, ME, will have to spend more time with them if they fk up! Is that it?!"

>the air of assurance (and frankly, arrogance) surrounding both owls slowly melted away - for demons, they were fairly moral
>you were not done, however

"I have no choice in the matter! Literally! This is my only job, the store isn't mine, but it sure as HELL isn't any of yours! If I loose it because of them...!"
>you wanted to say "these two", but given that they'll probably won't change their minds at all, you decided to be a touch more polite with your future co-workers
>"I assure you, Anon, that your employment is safe and sound..." Stolas replied, assuring, before changing his tone "Or, at least, it depends solely on your behavior. Ms. Mayday?"
>with a sigh, the succubus transformed - looking like a layer of dust was suddenly burned off her skin, taking her clothes along with it -, her form quickly setting on the familiar face of "Veronica Mayday", erstwhile pop sensation of the East Coast
>you never were interested in pop music (everything after Jacko was just garbage, and even Jacko wasn't a high bar to reach), but the stories of her sudden appearance and disappearance piqued your curiosity, especially after demons started popping into your store
"Right."
>you nodded
"And him?"
>you asked, motioning towards Blitzo
>"I don't have one." the imp shrugged, before his eyes widened, and he shot a finger at the smaller owl, with a sardonic "HA!"
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>...only for Stolas to tap on his head, causing the same "dust-burning fire" to run down his body
>when it cleared, what stood in place of the imp was a short gremlin of a man, looking to be in his later 30s, early 40s, with a large, elongated skull, bugged-out eyes, a non-existent chin, elongated arms, and an undersized torso
>Stolas seemed pleased with his work, while the rest of you looked on in horror
"...Care to try again?"
>at your muttering, the demon looked up, and eyes widening as he gauged your reactions, he quickly tapped on Blitzo again
>his form changed even more rapidly this time, and soon, a more human-shaped human stood before you
>he was still shorter than you (and Veronica/Verosika - the woman was a fking skyscraper), but his head now had a more normal shape (though still bald, as his horns disappeared), his body and arms were proportional, and his eyes were passable as well
"He's still a gremlin."
>you mused
"Kinda like DeVito, but skinny. And not nearly as funny."
>at that, both Octavia and Verosika let out a chuckle
>Stolas himself had to suppress a smirk
>"...Very well, Anon. So... One month, three weeks, keep Miss Verosika off the juice..."
"I don't even know what Beelzejuice is!"
>"...and keep Blitzy in line."
>"Easier said than done." Octavia mumbled "It's not like YOU did a "Stellar" job with that, dad."
>the owl winced at the word usage
>"...Right."
"And if they DO cause trouble..."
>"Then, their punishment shall be extended in Hell." the Goetian nodded "It wouldn't be fair to punish you as well, since you're not there yet."
"Now, that's more like--... Wait, what do you mean "yet"?!"
>"Oh, would you look at the time! Come on, Tavi, we gotta go!"
>"Uh, yeah, bye, Anon! See you soon!"
"Wait!"
>they were gone
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>letting out a sigh of supreme tiredness, you looked at your two newfound "colleagues"
>Verosika barely glanced at you, her eyes scanning the liquor section of the store, and looking visibly more disappointed with every second
>Blitzo eyed you indifferently, tugging at his clothes, still settling into his altered human form
"Right..." you grumbled, catching their attention "Lemme get your shirts..."

>the station had no uniform policy (seeing that only you worked there), but you figured you might as well make them feel "welcome"
>the shirts were your bog-standard golf-type flannel, lined with a smoother material on the inside so it wouldn't be too itchy, but it made them all the more hotter to wear - thank God for air conditioners
>simple, two-tone color - not too bland, not too eyehurting, simple company logo
>honestly, they were meant to be novelty stuff they gave out to employees, which is why they were more presentable than the usual company stock
>not that they'd be going out in public anytime soon
>you could tell that the fact that the shirts came from their own plastic scheme, folded and fresh, was a welcome surprise for the two, but they kept it on the down low - wouldn't wanna show you any appreciation
>soon, the issues revealed themselves, though
>Blitzo's shirt was too big, whilst Verosika's was a male shirt
>you suggested that they swap, but they just looked at you in disgust
>with a shrug, you turned around, walking into the "office" part of the station - really, just a storage room with an old table shoved in, filing cabinets lining a wall, an aging, beige monitor occupying most of the table's left side
>no window, the tubes have burned out, so you had to dig through papers in what little light poured through the open door
>by the time you returned, the two had seemingly followed your advice, as Verosika now had the larger female shirt on
>alas, Blitzo's was still too big to him, but you couldn't really give a fk
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>you stand before them now, with a clipboard
"Right, let's not make this more painful than it is. I don't really need any help here, so just one of you being at the counter with me is enough. The other can wash up, restock stuff, or just fk off into the breakroom."
>"breakroom"
>just another hovel, with some lawn chairs and a vending machine
"I have to be present at all time."
>you added, pointing at the camera overlooking the counter
"You don't. I don't know. Did Stolas fudge the numbers or something?"
>the other two shrugged
"...Hope you're not getting paid out of my share."
>you grumbled
"Anyways... Work starts at 6, ends at 11... And I'm guessing yours does too, because the frogmouth didn't mention anything about the shift change. If you have a phone or anything, feel free to use it, just don't whack off or anything. Toilet's at the back, employees can enter from the inside, I manage the storage... That's about it."
>"E-kHEMM!"
>you groaned, and looked at Blitzo, who stood before you, arms crossed
"What?"
>"What about the pumps?"
>you shrugged
"It's self-service. They only come in to pay and shop. Besides..."
>and you pointed towards the door
"You wouldn't want to get outside."
>eyebrows raised, both demons looked to the side, and were quickly taken aback at the Exterminators crowding before the door
>"...Fk, forgot about 'em..." Blitzo murmured
>"WHAT THE FK ARE THOSE DOING THERE?!" Verosika shrieked
>you shrugged
"Beats me. The place having a door to Hell probably attracts them."
>"So... We're stuck IN here..." the succubus muttered
"Pretty much."
>you nodded
>"For 17 hours a day, for the next month." Blitzo added
"Yup."
>you gotta admit, the spreading dismay on their faces was quite amusing
"Well, only three weeks for you, but..."
>he immediately jumped on it, pointing at the succubus with a sardonic "HA!", to which she could only scowl
>inwardly, you groaned
>this'll be a LONG month