Deal With the Devil

I wanna believe that i'm not just some runaway child who can't read or hold a job and is obsessed with cute girls who wear pretty little skirts. Like what is it with the girls on Inner World and showing a little to much for the naked eyes to handle. All I ever wanted was to be more, feel more and experience more, and the only place I could achieve that goal, was the Outter World.

The only thing standing in my way, was the painful fact that i'm a escavet, or in other words, a young, dumb and uneducated boy who cant read for shit. Yeh that's me, Jarvin Jameston Junior, a runaway kid, with no family ties, currently laying in a dumpster yard filled with junk and, surprisingly a lot of dirty skirts.

"BEEP, BEEP"! "Get out the way kid"! A man driving a crane yells and I dart out the way before im crushed by the daunting wheels of destruction. "What the hell old man can't you see i'm trying to live here, you just destroyed my house"! "The only thing I see here is a moping young man and a bunch of raggedy ass skirts! Go back to your mamas house for christ sake"! The old man replies. "Oh whatever I don't need your scolding you over aged dog", I mumble under my breath.

Guess I'll just have to build another home to sob in. I turn and stare at a pile of junk and something begins to move beneath it. "Pssss, kid", a voice emerges from the junk. "Sorry I'm to tired to deal with a talking pile of trash soo, disappear from my imagination please and thank you". "I'm not your imagination dumbass"! the pile of trash yells. "Waghhh"! I scream in pure horror and a tear craws out to the thought that i'm so far gone that i'm talking to a pile of trash.

"Shut up! Are you trying to wake up the whole damn worm society kid, those things are a lot more terrifying than an old jolly like me." "I doubt that, now what the hell are you and what do you want from me". I say this frantically while stepping back in a slow manner. "Alright kid you asked for it but you better promise not to yell like that again, okay? Okay, brace yourself kid". As the pile said that it began to expand and morph into different shapes and colors. "I think im gonna puke". He than slowly changed from a green gum like creature to a short man with a tan hat, a button down shirt with brown flowers plus khaki shorts.

He was a scruffy little guy, probably about 5,4 which was around 5 inches shorter than I was. He had a scruffy beard and a beachy presence attached to his mysterious vibe. he held a black briefcase surrounded by chains and wore a grin that wasn't scary, but definitely awkward.

"Um, mind me asking why your smiling like that?" "Who.. me? I'm not smiling". "You clearly are". "No im not". I change the topic. "Um, so you turned from a pile of trash into a creepy old geezer, what now? You still haven't answered my question". "Oh yeah, that question, the question im supposed to answer, haa, I almost forgot"! He squeals hysterically while putting the chained suitcase on the ground.

"You wanna be more than this life kid?" "What do you mean". I say with the thoughts of making it to the Outter World ringing in my mind. An unexplainable sensation engulfs my heart as I think about what it would be like. "I mean do you wanna stop living in a dumpster with trash bags and a bunch of ripped up skirts you idiot". "Well I guess". "I guess... maybe... i'll think about it, all you millenials are the same nowadays". he says throwing his hands in the air in annoyance. "Well I guess.. I guess.. is gonna have to do for now".

The man than begins to yank off the chains from the briefcase like a savage dog, grunting and groaning in the process. After a while he managed to pull of every single chain with his bare hands. Veins pulsing from is neck and arms made me fearful but also curious. He then proceeds to open the case by ripping off the lock. The click of the case unlocking sent a pulse down my spine and made the hairs on my skin stand.

The case slowly opens as the man flashes a set of sharp teeth in my direction. "What's inside?" I say trying to hide any hint of fear in my demeanor. The man puts his hand into the box and reaches deep, deeper and deeper as if the box was an endless vacuum of space. Than he rises with his hands clasped together. "Come have a look". He says in a new raspy witch like voice. I lean closer as his hand began to open. A bright light seeps thru his fingers, than I see it. "A box"?

"Not no ordinary box. This is the box that will allow you to reach the Outter World".