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Truth or Die (The Infernals pt 1)
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01-10-2014, 08:02 AM

STEVIE FINALLY WINS ONE


"Listen, bro…I'm sorry. Now, can we please just move past this and be cool?" Gary said to an obviously disgruntled Stevie Tyler after returning to Stevie's apartment on Wednesday.

"No! Fuck you! I've had enough! You MAKE me go out there and do this! That's all you! So when you don't show up and I get my ass beaten like that, dude, that's on you!" Stevie shouted, getting right in the demon's face. Gary moved back against the wall. It almost looked like he was intimidated but it was really more like when your girlfriend gets angry and starts shouting at you and you know you could snap her in half if you wanted to, but you don't because you love her.

"Baal'Nezz, you were supposed to keep him safe," Rayha, Stevie's guardian angel, said from across the room.

Stevie turned and faced her. "No…I don't even know what HIS job is but YOU'RE the one that keeps calling yourself my 'guardian angel'! WHERE WERE YOU!? WHY DOES EVERYONE WANT TO SEE ME SUFFER!?"

"You must learn to fight your own battles, Stevie," she replied.

"No, see, I wouldn't even HAVE any battles if I wasn't filled with demon goo!"

Stevie begins to cry before he marches to his bedroom and hurls himself onto his bed…

where he sinks into the mattress…

through the mattress…

through the floor…

and crashes hard in the center of a cave lit by torches.

Stevie groans and holds his back. He hears movement all around him. He strains to sit up and notices several passageways on each side. Skittering footsteps seem to be getting nearer from every one of them. Finally, something appears.
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Then, 6 more come from the other tunnels. They're all laughing at him, until one of them stiffens up and gasps.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" he shouts, causing the others to join in. The sound echoes off the cave's walls and Stevie covers his ears.

Finally, they stop.

"It's him!" shouts the initial screecher.

"THE GREAT LIAR!" shouts another.

"DROTTE! DROTTE! DROTTE! DROTTE!" They all begin to chant.

"I'm not Drotte!" shouts Stevie, standing up. The demons circle him, each examining him closely. One jumps up on his shoulder and stretches his eyelid open very uncomfortably, gazing into his eye.

"That's just Drotte would say if it WAS Drotte!" it says.

"I promise, I'm not Dr. Zero!" says Stevie again.

All the demons gasp. "IT IS HIM!" one shouts. "How else would he know Drotte's alter-ego!? HAHA! He has returned to save us just as he promised!"

"Guys, he said so on payperview TV," Stevie attempts to explain. "Everybody knows Drotte is Dr. Zero."

"'Pay…per…view?" one of them says.

"T…V?" Says another.

"BAH! He's just trying to confuse us so he can leave again without saving us!"

The demons seem to agree on this as they rush Stevie who screams like a little girl as he's quickly taken to the ground. They tie him up.

"You won't leave us until you help us, Drotte!"

Stevie begins to crack. "What's even the problem?"

"You don't remember?!" one of the smaller demons says as he pounces on Stevie's chest.

"You said you would save us from The Infernals. Then you left us and they ate most of us, Drotte! We're the last of our kind! PLEASE, DROTTE! SAVE US! THEY'RE GOING TO EAT US TOO!"

Stevie was beginning to feel bad for these little kidnappers. He knew what it was like to have Drotte the Liar act as a friend and betray you. He also knew there was probably no way out of this other than to just go along with it.

"Ok…ok…Just untie me and let's get this over with," Stevie says, caving.

"YAY!" they all shout before doing a little dance. They untie him and take him on a short journey deeper into the cave. Eventually, Stevie hears what sounds like a casino. All the bells and whistles, the chatter…The lighting changes from crude torches to multicolored neon. They come to an opening and the demons shove Stevie out on his own.

Stevie looks around and there are all sorts of creatures and demons in stadium seating, watching a few play something similar to Wheel of Fortune. He sees one spin the wheel and get excited, the other two are quickly decapitated. Stevie turns to run back into the hole he was shoved out of, something he should've done at birth, but the hole is gone.

Then the wheel disappears. The host, an 8 foot tall, gray demon with bright, yellow eyes, the upper half of a torn suit, bright rings, a huge smile, and a blonde pompadour steps center stage.

"Wow, guys! What an incredible night of games so far! For those of you just joining us, my name is Rip Rippington and this is…" the crowd joins in, "TRUTH OR DIE!"

"That's not even that clever," thinks Stevie to himself.

"That's right, folks!" says Rip in the most obnoxious show host voice you can possibly imagine. "Looks like it's time for our next contestant!" Rip reaches into a glass bowl nearby and pulls out a sheet of paper. "Give a BIG round of applause for…STEVIE TYLER!"

"No," says Stevie as a bright spotlight shines on him. "No…no…nononono!" The crowd cheers and lifts him up, crowdsurfing him to the stage.

"Alright, Stevie!" says Rip. "So, what's going to happen is I'm gonna' take a few guesses about you. You tell me the TRUTH, and if I'm right three times out of five, you die, kid…BUT IF I'M WRONG YOU GET WHAT'S BEHIND ONE OF THESE FIVE DOORS!!!" Rip points behind him and five doors lift from the floor.

"I don't want to…," Stevie says.

"LET'S GET STARTED WITH TRUTH OR DIE!" Rip interrupts. Stevie's head slumps to his chest.

"Alright…I get five guesses here…Ok…Are you…Drotte the Liar?" Rip's head bobs around with that hideous smile on his face. He looks sort of like a hellish Ryan Seacrest.

"No," says Stevie.

*URNNK*

"Uh, oh! Looks like we've got a fibber on our hands! Give a round of applause for our VERY SPECIAL GUEST…DROTTE THE LIAR!!!" The crowd joyously claps.

"Ok, ok…Does your mother love you?"

"Yes."

*DING*

"Alllllllright, YEAH! This kid's mommy WUVS HIM! AWWWWW! The score is one and one, Stevie. Here goes guess number three…Do you hope to see your ex-girlfriend, Julie, die in a horrible car accident for sleeping with that geek, Steve Sayors?"

Stevie quickly answers, "No."

*URNNK*

"Uh-oh! We got us a killer here!"

Stevie tries to leave the stage. The raucous crowd shoves him right back.

"You're not getting away that easy, kid!" says Rip. "Two and one! If you lie again, YOU DIE!" The crowd cheers. Stevie begins to sob like a baby. "You secretly wish you were Mr. Supernova, don't you?"

Stevie cries even more. He sits down on the floor. Rip walks over to him, awkwardly. He puts a hand on his shoulder.

Loudly, and staring at the audience, "It's all gonna' be ok, kiddo!" Then he whispers in Stevie's ear, "Get up, runt. You're making yourself look ridiculous. Just answer the question."

"YES! OK?" Stevie yells. The crowd laughs.

*DING*

"WOWZERS!" yells Rip, excitedly. "Ok, ok…Fifth and final question! What is your favorite color?"

Stevie scratches his head and begins to laugh. He might be losing it. "Green," he says. There's a drumroll. Stevie's not entirely sure if that IS his favorite color.

*DING*

The crowd roars with cheers. Rip Rippington hugs him.

"Now, Stevie…You get your choice of whatever is behind ONE of these five doors. Choose wisely."

Stevie quickly points at a random door, the fifth one.

"Ooooh…Interesting. Before we show you your prize, let's show you what you WON'T be getting! DOOR NUMBER ONE!"

The door opens, and Julie is on her knees. "I'M SO SORRY, STEVIE! I didn't know where you were and Steve was just there for me! If I had known you'd be back, I never would have done it! Please, forgive…" the door slams shut. Stevie hides his face in his hands.

"DOOR NUMBER TWO!" Door Number two swings open to show Steve Sayors hanging by a noose.

"DOOR NUMBER THREE!" The door opens and reveals a beautiful picture of Hawaii. "A TRIP FOR TWO TO LOVELY HAWAII!!!"

"What's behind…DOOR NUMBER FOUR!?" The door opens and a priest is standing there with a vile of holy water. He's sprinkling it, and reciting biblical verses in Latin. The crowd boos. "OH! It looks like an EXORCISM! Man, that would've solved a TON of problems for you, huh?"

Stevie wipes his eyes and all the steam seems to have completely gone from him.

"Now your prize…OPEN DOOR NUMBER FIVE!" the fifth door opens to reveal an opened can of Spam on a pedestal, because of course it does. "Stevie, it's your VERY OWN CAN OF SPAM! Any words for the viewers at home?"

Stevie stares at the floor.

"Alright, folks! That's all for TRUTH OR DIE! Until next time! I'm your host, RIP RIPPINGTON!"

A stagehand hands Stevie his Spam as they go off the air, and Stevie slowly walks away from the stage. The small demons from earlier all grab him and take him into a hidden room.

"Does he have it!?" They tug at his arm, finding the can of Spam. "HE DOES! WE'RE SAVED! NOW TO GET HIM TO THE INFERNALS!"


TO BE CONTINUED

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