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Devil's Debt- Chapter 1

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A soft, melodic humming flowed through the stale air of the kitchen as a whipet-thin man trotted from one end of the room to the other. His bare feet slapped against the floor as he gathered ingredients for a special lunch. There wasn't much in the inequipped kitchen, but he was fine to make do. Dark eyes squinted as he peered through the darkness to the back of the cabinet-- empty.

"Huh.. coulda swo'n de'e was some fwuit awound he'e somewhe'e.." Stu muttered as he trounced to the fridge and opened it, glancing around with a slightly nausiated pinch of his features. Most of the food in there was spoiled, moldy or otherwise unedible.

Closing the door defeatedly, he looked down at the pitiful remenants of food; not out of place on the chipped dinner plate that looked just as ancient. 2D picked it up with a slight shrug, not forgetting to snag a cold bottle of rum before skipping out to the lift and riding it to the study.

Murdoc's birthday was within the next three days, though when he wasn't positive. He'd managed to keep a vague grip of the date but out in the middle of nowhere and, more often then not, too far below water to see sunlight, it wasn't very easy to be exact. He planned on doing something nice each day of the week so he'd be able to do something on the bassist's birthday without worrying about a misfire.

A huge smile passed over the singer's face as the lift came to a jerky hault and opened. He absent-mindedly stepped out, his dented brain taking a moment to register what was happening. Eyes wide and mouth open in a silent gasp, Stuart stepped back against the, now closed, lift doors.

Murdoc was standing with his back to the trembling bluenette; harsh glare set on the looming shadow. He was easily identified as the Boogeyman. His gas mask gave him away quickly, his scratchy voice only proving his identity further.

"Yew owe me, Niccals." Boogey hissed, an obvious snarl lost behind the mask.

"Oh shuddup, yeh big ol' bloke! Duncha t'ink ah know dat?" Murdoc was attempting to hide his fear behind anger as he edged backward a bit- completely unaware of 2D.

"Yewr soul. Now." The creeping, cloak-clad demon growled.

"L-look, ah'll cut yeh a deal!"

"Anothe' one??" He sounded highly impatient but didn't disagree.

"Yeh, yeh! Look, ah own all does souls 'n they'e all jus' lyin' awround, yeh??" Murdoc reasoned quickly, his swallow so hard Stu could hear it. He felt completely paralyzed as he watched his best mate pleading for his life- on what may be his birthday, no less!

"Hmm.." The Boogeyman scratched his chin with a disgusting green hand, eyeing the bassist and the boy beyond him. "On one condition."

"Anyt'in'!" Murdoc had the slightest hint of relief in his voice as he realized his soul might not be doomed after all.

"Ah git whomeve' ah wont." He watched with a crooked smirk as the dark mop of a head nodded furiously.

"But o' cou'se! Now 'o'll eet be?"

Both men watched the creature's arm lift, hand fist and crooked finger aim directly past Murdoc. At first the bassist didn't understand what the gesture meant; whirling around quickly as there was the clattering of an old plate hitting the floor. Red and black eyes landed on the blunette and widened further in shock and horror.

2D was suspended a near foot off the ground, large hands gripping at his suddenly bruised throat desperately as he choked and fought to breath. Tears involuntarily welled up in his eyes as he frantically scratched at his throat and tried to pull off whatever it was gripping it.

"Wait," Murdoc started, turning back to the Boogeyman with a wild fear in his eyes as he was about to beg for his blue-headed singer's life to be spared. Between the time his eyes left the boy and shot over to where the cloaked figure had been standing both were gone; a simple cloud of smoke carpeting the floor where they'd been.

Murdoc was frozen to the spot for a long moment, looking around as though he were lost and his mouth moving like he was talking to some unseen person in a voice so quiet not even he could trully hear it. It was a while before the bassist could comprehend exactly what had happened, and when he did he uttered a single, growling, unsure word that was left to starve in the silent expanse of the room.

"Fock..."
Member dat story i was talkin bout a while ago? well here it is, my lovelys >D

anyways the surprise guest is none other then Sun Moon Stars/Boogeyman/Boogie Man! (yew people and yer names XD>) and the raep, abuse and such are coming, my children; all in due time >w>

and yes, this is Murdoc's b-day present XDDD> <3

So anyways enjoy! idk when i'll work on chapter two.. i guess whenever i get inspiration! (or Kaddy wants to stay up with me all night and help :dummy: sowwy yew couldn' this time, love, i just had to scratch this down so i wouldn' lose it X'D>)
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oh, cool. make more pleeeassse!!!!!