[ WP ] A demon who is really bad at his job keeps accidentally making the person he is possessing 's life better

`` No!'' he screams. `` No, no, no, no, shit!'' 
 Danny sprints to the control panel, seemingly exhausted already from his seven seconds at work on this Friday morning. He begins pulling levers and pushing buttons, watching his subject carefully on the screen. 
 `` This is insane, I did everything the book said!''. Danny curses as he casts the book from its previous position on the control panel. The book is titled *How to ruin someones life - For Demons*. 
 `` Okay, okay, you got this, Dan. You just got ta breathe, and figure this out. Alright, how about tripping on the gutter on the way to work! Ha!'' 
 The man on the screen begins to trip as Danny pulls a lever and steam hisses out from the back of the panel, he watches intently to enjoy his victim suffer. The man falls and smashes into the ground next to the street, but only just before a high speed pursuit sends two cars speeding past the very path the man would've taken to get to work. The man stands up and brushes off, audibly stating how lucky his day is, and with a grin on his face and a whistle in his step he strolls onwards. 
 Danny is tense, his muscles tight, hands gripping the panel as sweat oozes from his pores. This is it, this the last straw, no more playing games, he's going to finish this once and for all. With one final button press, he can burn this man, destroy his life. He raises his finger, temptation almost spewing out of it. 
 `` Hey there Dan!'' 
 Danny almost shits himself. His co-worker Simon stands at the panel next to him, leaning over the cubicle wall that separates them. Danny's anger fades some. 
 `` Oh, uh hey, Simon'' he says. 
 `` Rough morning?'' Simon asks. 
 `` You could say that, no matter what I do this fucker just wo n't be miserable, I'm way behind on my depression quota'' 
 `` I see, you know, the girl I was assigned to last week had the same problem. You wan na know what I did?'' Simon grins. 
 `` Sure, yeah?'' 
 `` Cancer'' 
 `` Jesus, Simon! The fuck's wrong with you?'' 
 `` Hey, you took this job, got ta do what you got ta do, some of em just wo n't budge. You know that better than anyone.'' 
 Danny sighs, wiping sweat from his forehead. 
 `` I suppose'' 
 Simon smirks and throws a thumbs up. 
 `` You get pack to it, slayer. I got my own lives to ruin, peace out''. 
 Simon slinks back into his cubicle. Danny hates him in that moment, so confident, so successful. But he knows Simon has a point. That's when it hits him, *genius* he thinks. There's no way this asshole can comeback from this. Danny begins pulling levels and typing into the console, a wide grin on his face. He rises his Palm up in the air and slams it down onto the big'activation' button. 
 `` Have fun with Ebola, dick!'' he screams. 
 
 Danny comes into work after the weekend and turns on his screen. The man is at a clinic. 
 `` So, what's wrong with me, Doc?'' he asks. 
 `` I'm afraid you have Ebola'' the doctors reveals through a full hazmat suit. 
 `` Oh Christ! How did that happen?'' he panics. 
 `` Frankly we have no idea, what we do know is that your blood is fighting the virus, it's producing antibodies, so we think you're going to be okay'' 
 `` No way! Oh thank God! This is amazing!'' he exclaims. 
 `` And what's more, you may just be able to save thousands of people if we can synthesize a cure from your blood'' 
 Danny stares at the screen, horrified. He buries his face in his hands. 
 `` You've got to be fucking shitting me'' 
 Danny is fired the next day.
