User blog comment:HumboldtLycanthrope/The Collaborative Cliche Pasta/@comment-24101790-20150307044417/@comment-25052433-20150309032356

Upon arrival at the park, he was approached by a demon. But it wasn't like an evil looking demon, it appeared as a teenager. He had a hoodie on with bit headphones on. He was also apparently a brony, because his hoodie had a picture of Pinkie Pie, but not like, regular Pinkie Pie, more like, Pinkamena, from Cupcakes.

The demon said,

"Do you want a job here, you'll be the ass man."

I said no, I didn't want to be an ass man.

The demon said "No, I mean Assistant Manager."

That sounded better. I had never been in charge of anything before. Once I asked for a promotion at my job at Blockbuster Video, and then I remember they were all closed. Maybe that was a dream.

So I agreed, but then the demon showed his true form. He removed his hoodie and it was a red devil looking man, like the traditional devil character on a bottle of hot mustard.

I knew I should run, but something told me to stay in place, like, my legs and my brain couldn't agree.

The demon said, in a weird voice that was actually going bacwards, yet I could understand him,

"Don't turn down the job yet, you haven't even heard the salary?"

Mustering all of my courage, I gripped the cross that was hanging around my neck the entire time, and asked him what the salary was.

"$11.22 an hour." he replied with an evil smile, still talking backwards, and now bleeding from his eyes.

Gripping the cross, I looked at him and nodded my head  in agreement, what a great job.

The demon laughed and then pointed towards the people that would be my staff. From the distance I was shocked, could it really be Jeff the Killer, Tails Doll and Squidward's Suicide behind the ticket booths....?