Midnight Confession (tame plot oriented thread)

Entering your room, you close the door behind you, you lock it and lean with your back against it. You think to yourself: There must be way worse people out there then me, why would the devil pick me?- Yeah, sure you made it so women could and would dress sluttier and greatly improved your chances with them but there where some benefits to them as well. It wasn't as if you where a selfish lover. You increased their pleasure also. Even the phrase - dress sluttier. You might be the last guy outside the Bible Belt who can recall the term - Slut - being used as a derogatory or condescending expression, instead of a word that might occasionally be hot to call your partner.

Having the thought about the Bible Belt makes you consider the South East. You go to your computer to see if what you've done had any effect on the culture and way of life down south. You watch a series of videos, ending with your average short ones about Floridians catching pythons and wrestling alligators. Turning away from the computer, convinced the South East US remains a very strange place.

A little after eleven you lay down in your bed and try to go to sleep till almost midnight. Giving up, you text Clive: I have a problem.

In just under a minute Clive texts back: Everyone loves internet porn, it's not actually a problem unless it interferes with school, work or your real sex life.

Good one, - You text back. - but this is serious, can you meet up with me at the twenty-four hour IHOP shortly?

Clive sends back.: Yeah, I guess I pretty much have to, after the way you helped me out today.

You quickly text back.: Maybe see if Bree's available?

Another quick response.: No prob. she's right here, had sort of repeat performance this evening.

You pull up to the IHOP in your Viper and lean against the hood while you wait. After seeing them pull up in Bree's car, the three of you go in.

You order some cheese fries and sodas for Clive and you, while Bree keeps to her black coffee.

"So what's this problem, you got?" Asks Clive.

Nodding Bree says. "Go ahead tell us?"

"Basically I had a dream about the devil and now I have a ton of powers." You blurt out.

Sitting back Clive seems to contemplate, while Bree rolls her eyes and says. "Yeah, O.K., I believe you." sarcastically.

In response to Bree's disbelief you make a greyish-blue hologram head with a little yellow band of gibberish underneath it, rise from the table sci-fi style. Making it so only the three of you can perceive it.

"Alright, I guess there might be something to these powers." Bree concedes, pressing on. "What makes you think it was the devil? Red skin? Horns?"

"No, not red-skin or horns actually. Dark haired, nicely dressed man, goatee, well not really a goatee, a full beard that came down in a point."

Bree asks. "So what'd he actually say to you?"

"Kind of burned in my brain now,: I have chosen you to further my cause on earth, I have given you absolute power over everything and everyone. Whether it is with a thought or spoken it will happen no matter what." You answer.

"Pretty fuck'n ominous." Clive says.

Bree's curiosity still driving her. "Usual red and black color scheme? Fire? Signs? Sigils? Animals or plants?"

"Well as I said nicely dressed, thin man, you know, like lean? Like someone who does a fair amount of calisthenics? Had a nice suit as I said, red for the shirt and pocket kerchief. Black for the jacket and tie, just kind of walked out of smoke, into a space illuminated by four pillars of fire, saying the line and pointing at me when he said - you. A ruby tie pin wouldn't by chance be a symbol for anything, would it?"

Clive rolls his head back and to the side as he makes a whistling expression. Bree just asks. "Pointed to you, Uncle Sam style?"

You say. "Yeah, I guess?"

Bree says. "Guess your the devils own, appointed on earth now. So have you done anything with it? Like make changes?"

This leads you to give a long confession, admitting you're not even sure what you've done like with the pie chart on women's sexual orientations.

When you get to the part about the two cheerleaders Jessica and Samantha, Clive snorts. "Classic."

You rattle on for quite awhile, even slowing down time for everyone else. After a long time of spouting you say. "You know, I think there was something else in the dream, uh before it, I didn't even associate the two. You know how dreams are? A stereotypical old fashioned test pattern counting down two then one and then a picture of a velociraptor type dinosaur with an apple in it's mouth."

"That's some stone-cold Erisian shit right there?" Says Bree.

"But not entirely without devilish connotations in a reason destroying faith kind of way." Clive says.

Bree and Clive agree your in no shape to drive. Bree gives you a lift home with Clive following in the Viper. As you get out of Bree's vehicle she asks you in a joking tone. "Can I have a nicer ride?"

As you say playfully to Bree. "Oh, shut up." Clive comes around and hands you you're keys. You notice he put the key to the vacant classroom back on the ring.

Bree quips. "Face it you're a demon lord and one of these days you're going to make me a wealthy and powerful witch queen."

Knowing Bree's joking is just her way of trying to cheer you up, you go in the house and go to bed emotionally exhausted.