All Power Requires Payment

Well that was fun, in a potentially deadly sort of way, but you figure you'd best try and set everything back while you've got the chance. You bring up Dogsbody's menu again, marveling at the number you've done to your butler. Looks like Sexual Prowess has joined the rest of the gang under Dogsbody's Keystone Traits. And Loyalty and Devotion have actually gone up a tick each, though you notice with a bit of dread that Libido has as well. Shit, you'd better find a way to tone this all down or start investing in a mechanical dick prosthetic. You try to flip back to Dogsbody's stats, only for the graphical overlay to flicker, then vanish all together. Uh hey, what the fuck?

As you try to bring back the interface for your powers, the orb beside your bed flairs to life. The mists inside it begin to twist and churn, the gold fading out as an inky blackness begins to writhe alongside the crimson red. There is no chance that this is good. You struggle up into a seated position, Dogsbody still deep asleep as she clings to your chest, the orb picking itself up off the pedestal to hover menacingly towards you.

You flinch away as it floats ominously over your legs, then blink when a little tar-black winky emoticon blinks into existence over it with a pleasant little chime.

Uh.

The (^_-)-☆ face bobs in front of you as a familiar voice fills your head. "Oh hey! I'm pretty impressed, like 85% of all users manage to get themselves killed within two hours of getting their powers. You're ahead of the curve, pal!"

Oh shit, that's the voice from before! And you're pretty confident he isn't your jerk supervisor after all! Didn't he, like, welcome you to Hell when you first popped up?

The voice continues on unabashed, the winky turning into a bashful (￣□￣;). "You did blow all of your energy reserves, though, tricking out your little side-piece there. So much for using all those flashy features! You're down to the economy version for now!"

A book poofs onto your chest, "ULTIMATE POWER: EDITION FOR DUMDUMS" inked across it's front. You furrow your brow, the fuck is this?

The voice chuckles (^○^), "Yeah, it doesn't have the fancy bells and whistles. None of that altering the past stuff, none of the intricate custom effects. But hey, limited resources fuels creativity right! You'd better hope it does at least, because you're first payment is due soon!" (^_-)-☆

"Er........what payment would that be?"

The voice gasps the least convincing gasp you've ever heard （ ﾟ Дﾟ) "Oh shits, I forgot to tell you?! Aw man I did. Yeah man, yeah; I'm going to need some prrretty stellar souls as payment, and soon, or you're gonna be just a little in breach of contract."

"And...what happens if I'm in breach of contract?"

"Oh, the usual! Transported to a nightmare realm make entirely of teeth and sphincters to be devoured, digested, shit out and then repeat for all eternity. The uushe!" The turd emoji flashes above the orb, and the sight of it has never filled you with more terror.

"But hey, no big deal! You've got a whole day to deliver! You'll probably be fine!