Lost: One little boy in Hell.

[bookofjohn]

...Play....me?

Of course you're entertaining the idea of bringing one of those screaming...bitch women to that spaceboat so of course you want to play me somewhere too. That scary guy says just get used to it and the cop is completely useless.

All I want is to find my son. All I want is to find my son! but I don't get to do I? You're going to run me throughout creation looking for my boy and I don't get anything while you...you amuse yourself.

You're no better then them. [furious headshake] no better then them. No better then them at all! You're a demon straight from hell!

Comments

I apologize for Mr. Evil Pessimism here...

[between_twelfth_and_final]

More fool you for ever expecting compassion or sympathy. All the universe over, the one thing consistent across all the races is their ability to inflict pain on one another.

Enjoy your fruitless search.

best. best best best best.

[bookofjohn]

.....So there's no hope at all?

[beaten. lost. defeated. then.]

...No! No. There has to be a way out. A way to BEAT this.

Random trivia: Valeyard and Satan both mean 'court prosecuter'

[between_twelfth_and_final]

Delude yourself if that's what you desire. It doesn't change the truth.

...REALLY. Why does this make sense.

[bookofjohn]

...It's. not. delusion!

There is always a light at the end of everything! always!

[Most half-hearted speech in the history of speeches]

[painteddoll]

[A demon? Straight from Hell, you say? Well! The Painted Doll wiggles her fingers to say hello, little Johnny.]

[bookofjohn]

[he scrambles back.] ...Jesus Christ!-

[This place is a lot bigger but he can't call for help.]

...Are you people just everywhere?

[painteddoll]

[Nod, nod, nod. The damned following the damned. Just one of the many torturous services offered in the Carnival.]

[bookofjohn]

[He looks-for a moment-like he wants to cry.]

...I'm not accepting this! [he's so defeated] You and your fellow...fellow Jezzebelles...harlots. I can beat you!

[never_nor]

Would you like a reprieve from demons?

[bookofjohn]

...A reprieve?

[All of the interest]

[he shakes his head].....No. No I want my boy. I've been all over creation trying to find the little bast-trying to find him.

[never_nor]

Sure. I am a god and under me you would be outside of "God's" and "The Devil's" realms all together.

[bookofjohn]

...you're a god?

[beat.] ...but that's a false idol.

[midhitgrope]

Woah, man. You look familiar...

Hey, uh, I'm sorry t'hear about ya kid... Anythin' I can do?

YOU GET AN INTERNET.

[bookofjohn]

...I do?..

[A lost look. He tightens his grip on the hat on his head.] ...If you see him. He's wearing a green shirt and a vest and a red tie...He's got a hat-

...well it was one of my hats. He kind of stole it but that's not why I want him back. [this man might be slightly unstable. slightly.] ...He's only eight. If you see him...

I HAD TO

[midhitgrope]

Yeah. Y'look exactly like my best buddy.

Kid with a hat... Got it.

Where, uh, where did'ya see 'im last?

[bookofjohn]

[bitter laugh] It's been a long time since I've seen any of my friends.

[Just his girlfriend, and Rebecca...thinking about Rebecca was trying to think about fog. He didn't remember what she looked like.]

....In my house. There was a man...

You must think I'm crazy.

[orbinginalways]

Your son is missing?

...Where did you see him last?

[bookofjohn]

[sob] ...I-I-

[His hands go to his wrists, wringing his hands. Washing them away.] He was in our house.

[It's hard to remember.] In our house. With an intruder. You have to understand...

[There is a great sorrow on this man's heart and that sorrow is the loss of his child and his subsequent suicide over it. But John-John is dead and John doesn't remember. He only knows he's not here, only sees him running away. He only remembers holding his body in his arms vaguely. dimly.]

...I'm sorry, I've been looking for him for quite awhile.

[orbinginalways]

[And a Whitelighter can tell this sorrow, but he can't tell what it is exactly... There was a reason he was here. Sure, because of his mun, but, he was still going to do his job.]

Okay, okay. Take a deep breath. Calm down. I'm Leo. I'm here to help.

[demontobeloved]

Need a guide?

[bookofjohn]

A guide?

[The last guide bit him. He's instantly on his guard.] ...How? For-are you one of them?


[One of the monsters. The Carnies.]

[demontobeloved]

Depends on who them are. [His voice is calm, smooth.] I wouldn't worry. I'm not here to hurt you.

[itsmynature]

[Greetings from Hell.]

You never know; that cop, or that 'scary guy' could help you, if you learned to trust them.

[bookofjohn]

Trust has to be earned from me.

[itsmynature]

Naturally.

Well, I can see why you'd be wary of the 'scary guy,' but the cop is there to serve and protect right? Shame he's useless though. And your mun doesn't want to seem to help you either. [He gives off a frown as though he's sympathizing with you.]