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

`` Yep, and a little bit of mayo please.'' asked Harrison, tapping away on the glass of the subway counter. 
 
 The sandwich artist duly obliged and squirted a slither of mayo onto the foot long turkey ham sub, and began to wrap it up in the iconic Subway paper. 
 
 *If only he knew... * thought Harrison, looking around the store. His devlish plan had almost come to fruition. 
 
 *It is almost time... * 
 
 His hand reached down into his jacket pocket and began to caress the hard, sleek item that he had kept concealed from public viewing. His fingers ran up and down the plastic tub, and around the ragged lid just as a lovers would when admiring each other's body. 
 
 He handed over the purchase price for the sub, and the sandwich artist presented him with the near perfect turkey ham sub. Harrison scanned the dining area for a seat - he needed somewhere *private* - not that it would make any difference. His plan was nearly complete, and soon; soon it would be all over. 
 
 A table seated towards the back near the toilet beckoned him. If it were n't for the general chitter chatter one might expect from a Subway, you may even have been able to hear the whispers - *Harrrriisssooon, this is the place... come to me... * 
 
 Harrison accepted his fate, and along with his turkey sub and the mystery container in his jacket pocket he hovered over to the provocative table. 
 
 With his back to the public to shield his devilish activities from prying eyes, he unwrapped his sub. It lay there motionless and calm. Its beauty something that Harrison could never tire of. He bit his lip and clenched hard at the container in his pocket. All this time, and it was nearly over. All this time of being patient and waiting for the opportune moment had paid off, and history was about to be made. 
 
 Harrison removed the top layer of bread and the turkey ham sub laid bare. Its insides were perfectly imperfect in there alignment and display. He took one last look around, and the coast was clear. 
 
 He withdrew the container from his pocket and placed it ever so gently beside the now naked sub. 
 
 Sensually, he unscrewed the lid. 
 
 *Oh no... I forgot the knife! * thought Harrison. His eyes darted open and for a second he struggled to string together an interpretable thought. 
 
 A lack of knife was no issue for Harrison. He was not postponing the inevitable due to a lack of cutlery. 
 
 In went his portly index finger and with it he scooped as much of the contents of the container onto his finger shovel. Carefully, and deliberately, he manoeuvered his finger shovel into position. He would only get one shot at perfection. 
 
 With a gracious and sleek movement, the contents splattered onto the turkey ham sub. A dollop making home directly on top of the turkey ham itself. 
 
 Harrison was feeling adventurous. He would only have the one moment to revel in his achievement. And with that, Harrison began to draw with the contents. He was fixated on the pattern he was making. His eyes were sharp and serious, his tongue was stuck out at a 40 degree angle. He meant business. 
 
 At last, it was done. 
 
 Harrison leaned back and admired his work. 
 
 A masterpiece by anyone's standards he thought to himself. 
 
 With a perfect: ) now present on the turkey ham, he slowly placed the top layer back in order to complete his now ever more perfect turkey ham sub. 
 
 Harrison put his hands around his prize and pressed gently down on the sub to compress its innards, but something was wrong. 
 
 The top bun was pushed slightly to the left and with it the sandwich began to vibrate in his hands. It was n't long before the vibration turned more violent. Harrison clung on for dear life, but it was n't enough. His hangs flung open and the sandwich fell to the table. Chaos ensued. 
 
 The sub, now erratically shaking on the table as if amidst some terrible fit, began to shine. 
 
 The commotion began to cause a scene. General chit chat had turned to gasps. Everyone in the subway was now fixated on the turkey ham sub on Harrison's table. 
 
 Suddenly, sparks began to erupt from the sub. Scream filled the air, and Harrison abruptly jolted backwards and off of his chair. A dark, thick smoke began to fill the air, the pungent aroma of salt followed, the ever violent eruption of sparks still spurring from the sub. 
 
 `` What have you done kid!?'' screamed the tall man running from the staff area. 
 
 Harrison had no words. He continued to edge backwards from the crime scene. And then it happened. A blinding flash caused Harrison to fall down onto his behind, and was momentarily blinded along with the other Subway customers by the savage appearance of light. 
 
 `` Mwuhahahahahaha...'' a deep and loud laughter filled the air of the Subway. 
 
 The smoke was now subsiding, but the laughter continued. 
 
 `` Hahahahahahaha'' the laughter tinged with a sinister and gruesome sound struck those in the Subway to the very core. Harrison was instantly filled with dread - a very different kind of dread than what he had felt just moments earlier when he thought he had somehow created a bomb and turned himself unwittingly into a terrorist. 
 
 No, this dread was something else. This dread overruled every feeling of joy and happiness in his body, and left him with a unwavering sadness. Worse than sadness, it was hopelessness. 
 
 `` Hahahahaha arise loyal follower, your glorious leader has returned thanks to you!'' bellowed the low and terrifying voice. 
 
 Harrison slowly looked up and next to his once perfect turkey ham sub, he saw ginormous black hoofs. His gaze continued upwards, passed the blood red legs, passed the muscular and harrowing torso that would n't look amiss on a steroid using rhinoceros, and to the face of the figure in front of him. 
 
 `` You, boy! You have done well.'' shouted the impeding figure, `` you have released me from my slumber and for that you will be duly rewarded!'' 
 
 Harrison shook as though he had been sitting in a bucket of ice cold water with no pants on. 
 
 `` Well?!'' screamed the figure, `` What do you have to say for youself? Answer me now!'' 
 
 `` I-I-I-I-'' began Harrison, the words barely escaping his lips. 
 
 `` Ah I see! You have been left speechless by my appearance! Hahahaha, yes that is understandle.'' the figure began to stroke one of the two horns that sat on top of his large head. His hand, for lack of a better word, moved down to the long straggly beard that emanated from his chin, that sat directly below his mouth that housed far too many oversized teeth. 
 
 For what seemed like an eternity, the room was silent. All eyes were drawn to this... this, demon. When suddenly, a teenage girl wearing a cap pointed the wrong way let out a deafening scream - and chaos ensued once more. The girl's scream let off a chain reaction of panicked shouts and screams. 
 
 `` SILENCE!'' howled the demon, and the room shook and the terrified screams stopped. 
 
 `` Bow down to me you pathetic humans! FOR I HAVE RETURNED THANKS TO MY LOYAL FOLLOWER! ME, QUARTZOLA HAS RETURNED FROM ETERNAL DAMNATION TO WRECK HAVOC! AND-'' the demon grimaced. Something had cut off his self proclamation. 
 
 `` What- what is that awful smell?'' the demon directed the question to Harrison, who was still motionless on his behind. 
 
 Harrison, lacking the words to reply simply half opened his mouth. Fear had filled his body and rendered his vocal system useless. 
 
 `` It's on my body too?'' questioned the demon, `` this substance, this brown substance, this horrible, smelly, damnation! What is this substance?!'' 
 
 The room began to shake once more due to the demon's anger. A crack began to appear on the wall beside Harrison, more screams filled the air - and then the demon spotted something. 
 
 He bent down and picked up the turkey ham sub. He rose it to his nose and sniffed hard. 
 
 `` Argh! This, this horrible thing is the source of this substance! What is this! You boy answer me!'' 
 
 `` Tha-that, that's my sandwich sir,'' replied Harrison timidly. 
 
 `` And this *sandwich*, is this where you summoned me from?'' 
 
 `` I mean... yeah? I guess?'' 
 
 `` You mean the great Quartzola was spawned by something as horrific as this thing?!'' 
 
 `` Well, horrific is a strong word I happen to lik-'' 
 
 `` -YOU LIKE THIS THING???'' 
 
 `` It's my favourite yes.'' 
 
 `` You are more evil than I first suspected loyal follower. And this thing is something you can purchase, from *here*?'' 
 
 `` Kind of...'' 
 
 `` Kind of?'' 
 
 `` I added something else.'' 
 
 `` Pray tell boy, and for your sake it better not have been this despicable brown substance that I am covered in that is leaking from that thing, was it?'' 
 
 Harrison reached down and clenched onto the marmite container in his pocket once more. 
 
 `` No sir.'' 
 
 
 

