[ WP ] While putting your favorite condiment on a sandwich , you accidentally draw a symbol that summons demons .

“ Jesus, Santiago! I was just getting ready to eat! What the f— “ 
 I had just finished sputtering the last of the mustard from the bottle when he – it? – appeared. 
 
 “ Who are you? How the fuck did you get my sigil?! ” he said, pointing at my sandwich. 
 
 “ Your…sigil? Is a sandwich? ” 
 
 “ No, you daft imbicil! The sign in yellow…how ’ d you find it?! ” 
 
 The umber-skinned creature was drawing a knife from a belt loop as it maneuvered its way closer around the kitchen counter. 
 
 “ Whoa there, I—look mate, all I wanted was to have a fresh sandwich! I don ’ t even know what you ’ re talking about. Here, ” I said, swiping a knife across the mustard, smearing it evenly across the cheese. 
 
 “ Well, that ’ s not going to do anything, I ’ m already here -- stuck now, thank you! ” 
 
 He was directly in front of me know, looking me up and down before quickly grabbing my wrist before I could react. Once it registered, I tried to pluck my hand free, but he was much stronger than his frame and size relayed. 
 
 “ Please, don ’ t -- I only wanted something to eat. Please, just take the sandwich, there ’ s crisps in the cupboard as well – salt and vinegar, if you like. ” 
 
 “ You know, I have half a mind to just kill you for even suggesting that flavor! Now, hold still! ” 
 
 He swiveled in his stance, which is when I noticed he was wearing Converses. He took the blade, and dug it deep into my upturned palm causing a warm, wet sensation with only a small ache. He then placed the blade into his teeth and drug it across his own palm before clasping our hands together. 
 
 “ There -- deed is done, ” he said, placing the knife back into the leather loop and turning back to face me. 
 
 “ Converses? Really? I thought demons had cloven feet…how do you keep them on? ” 
 
 “ Oh, and you ’ re the expert I suppose? A bona fide PhD on all things demonic? ” 
 
 “ No, I mean, I just have seen a few shows… on the tele… ” 
 
 “ Oh ho! This is grand! A few shows on the tele and he ’ s the world ’ s foremost expert on me! ” 
 
 He suddenly twirled and came in close, grasping the collar of my shirt. 
 
 “ You could be dead within an instant, don ’ t fuck with me—you know nothing of what I ’ m capable. ” 
 
 He had growled while saying this and all I could think was how great he ’ d be as Sabertooth, though he ’ d definitely have to get rid of the shoes. 
 
 “ Really, though, the shoes…I ’ m not trying to disrespect, they just feel of…like, you ’ re trying to catch some of that Doctor Who fandom. Next you ’ ll be calling me Alonso. ” 
 
 “ Is that your name—no, you know what, just shut up, shut up! ” 
 
 “ That ’ s—now you ’ re mixing your Doctors. ” 
 
 “ Doctors? What? ” 
 
 “ Who, actually, and just one, though many faces. ” 
 
 “ Whatever, I – just make your request already! ” 
 
 He was actually becoming more flush, the red in his face growing as a visible gauge of anger rising. He was tapping his toe, arms crossed, waiting. 
 He wanted a response, but I wasn ’ t sure what was required. A request? Was this like Aladdin ’ s Genie? Something more sinister? 
 
 “ I—what you mean a request? Like, are we at a dance now? You going to DJ for me? ” 
 
 The demon ’ s blue eyes stared intensely as he tried to gauge for sarcasm. 
 
 “ Okay, so you don ’ t know how you summoned me, you don ’ t know the actual sign in yellow, and you don ’ t know how a demon ’ s pact works…grand. ” 
 
 “ Look, you don ’ t have to be all on end about this, just help me understand, and if I can help you get home, I will. ” 
 
 “'Help me go home, ’ he says, ‘ help me go home ’, ” he said, in falsetto. “ Look, you can help me by just telling me what the bloody fuck you actually WANT! ” 
 
 “ I want --, ” I hesitated briefly, not sure if it would be wise to fight this fire with equal ire, but continued, ” I want. A. BLOODY. SANDWICH! Now, let me be for 10 minutes and we ’ ll get this sorted out all proper-like, okay? ” 
 
 He started a laughing, louder and louder. As I lifted my palms to cover my ears, he suddenly vanished. The only thing left of him was the smell of sulfur. 
 
 “ Hello? ” Nothing, no answer, no sudden poof back into my kitchen. Silence. 
 
 “ Helloooo? ” He must have really left. Odd. 
 
 Musing over the last half hour ’ s events left me in silence for a bit, interrupted by a slight grumble from my stomach. 
 
 *Ah yes, my sandwich, finally! * 
 
 As I lifted up the sandwich, liquid began dripping down onto the plate in excess. I looked down. 
 
 “ Fu—really? You had to be literal!? ” 

