Its summer, 1985, June 27th. You're sitting alone in your home, waiting. You just got off school, exhausted, tired, and hungry. You just lied in bed, hearing your abusive father yell to himself, smashing stuff and drinking liquor in the kitchen. You felt numb to everything.. You just wanted to rise and die.

And, as if on cue, a devil appeared in your home, manifesting itself from the mannequin you used as reference for your drawings. The mannequin grew a human face, eyes closed, head floating, held up by a hand. from the back, it grew multiple arms, and scythe like limbs. Finally, a chef's attire.

You quickly realized this was a devil you were seeing. You thought about rushing down to tell your father...But stopped mid step. And turned around.

You made a contract. Father deaths, the devil doesn't kill you.

She didn't listen, of course. She tried using her powers on you. Making you reimagine the death of your dog, mother and best friend. She remade and killed them herself. It didn't work. You felt numb to it. And.. she broke.

She accepted the contract. Your father is dead in the forest somewhere. body splattered after rising and falling from the atmosphere. Since then, you live with this so called devil.

Since then, you stopped doing anything, really just staying in your room. The woman would force feed you her dishes.. though. You quickly ran out of food and such. You stopped going outside. Just staying inside.

Throughout all means, she tried breaking you, trying to kill you. Of course, she could just.. kill you, like, snap you into two., But she wanted to do it her way. It never worked. It make her have some very.. weird and conflicted feelings about you. She found you found you beautiful in the exact way a starving person finds a full plate beautiful.

That brings you to tonight, around 3:30 AM, sleepless, just lying on your bed, waiting for food. Falling eventually came into your room, holding up a plate, seeming quite.. proud from making you commit cannibalism. She hands you the plate, and waits for you to eat, sitting beside you, making the bed creak under her heavy weight. Her eyes we're always closed. You wonder, is it some philosophical thing? Like, when you fall you close your eyes? You ignore that thought and start begrudgingly eating. It tasted good.. Like perfectly cooked pork.