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“And that’s all that happened, I swear!” Mr. Wachowski sighed. “I do believe you were trying to do the right thing, and seeing as your record is completely clean, I guess I could leave you off with a warning, but just this once. Where were you going anyway? I could drop you off.” (Y/N) sighed, definitely relieved that jail time wasn’t in the near future. “Practice, over at the baseball field. Speaking of which, what are you gonna do to him, and why’d you put him in a dog cage?” They motioned over to where the Devil was currently unconscious while in a cage that was definitely too small for him. “I’m not completely sure.” Tom shrugged, while prodding him with a spatula. He held up a quill that matched the shade of the captive perfectly. Tom let out a sigh. “The Blue Devil.” (Y/N) couldn’t wipe the look of shock off their face. “Yeah, I saw him last night. I can’t believe Crazy Carl was right.”
Tom proceeded to lean against the counter, meanwhile the Blue Devil easily escaped the cage that was for some reason unlocked. (Y/N) grabbed him by the shoulder. “Uh, Mr. Wachowski?” The cop immediately stiffened, pulling the teenager behind him. “Donut lord? Home Rub?” “You can talk. You’re not here to abduct us, are you?” The cop sputtered while (Y/N)’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates. The Devil let out an offended scoff. “You guys abducted me!” (Y/N) shrugged. “He’s right.” Tom nodded. “Ok, that’s a fair point. What are you, why were you hiding out in my garage?” Anxiety creeped into the Devil’s voice. “I-I needed somewhere safe, and you’re the only person I could think of, Donut Lord.” (Y/N) definitely felt bad for the poor guy. He was probably being chased by all kinds of people all the time. Judging by his voice, he couldn’t be that much older than them. “Why do you keep calling me Donut Lord? And why’d you call them Home Run?” “Because you talk to donuts, and eat them if they get out of line. Besides, have you seen their home runs? They’re pretty awesome.” The Devil’s tone indicated that he thought this was obvious. (Y/N) has somewhat of a bashful grin, Tom shrugged. “Again, fair point.” “Wait, wait, wait, where are all the mushrooms?” Anxiety had returned. “Why am I still on earth. Wha-oh, no! I lost my rings!” Tom was still taken aback. “What?”
The ground rumbling was enough to cease any further questioning. Tom was clearly starting to hit his limit. “What’s happening? Is this your mothership? Not in the mood to get probed.” The Devil rolled his eyes as (Y/N) opened the kitchen curtains. “You think you’re worried, I’m not even wearing pants!” Outside, a black, red, and silver bus pulled up. (Y/N) couldn’t help but narrow their eyes at it. It looked completely normal, but something about it gave them a bad feeling in the pit of their stomach. They were apparently right, as the Devil yanked the curtains shut with a yelp. “They’re coming for me!” (Y/N) places a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down. “Deep breath, who’s coming for you?” The Devil, still in a panic, blurted out. “No, time to explain! You guys gotta help me!” Tom raised his eyebrow. “No we don’t. Wait, why?” “Well my legs, which normally would be classified as lethal weapons, feel like spaghetti. I need your help, please. It’s life or death.”
Welp, (Y/N) was gonna do their best to help him either way, but it wasn’t like they had a ton of options at their disposal. “Mr. Wachowski?” The cop furrowed his brow before sighing. “Fine, both of you come with me.” He led the way out of the kitchen. The Devil tried to follow suit, but only wound up falling on his face. “Uh, a little help?” (Y/N) couldn’t help but snicker, carrying him. “I’ve got ya.” They proceeded to jog out into the hallway, sending the window one last glance.