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At least when you’re having a shitty day, you can peacefully enjoy a sandwich…. Right?
Tommy was kinda having a terrible day, they asked about a promotion at the cafe and of course, his boss just said “we’ll think about it later” absolute bitch.
To calm down, Tommy went to his little kitchen, it wasn't that big since he only owned a cheap shared apartment, and decided to make a sandwich with whatever random shit he had in his kitchen.
So far he had… ham and mayonnaise, that’ll work.
Tommy began taking out two pieces of bread and spreading some mayonnaise.
“Stupid boss…” Tommy muttered while spreading the mayo.
“What's with your boss?” A voice said from behind Tommy.
“What the fuck?!” Tommy said, turning around and jumping back.
The man was in a dark brown trench coat with various different patches, his yellow sweater had dark reddish brown old blood looking stains, most noticeable, he had curvy horns sticking out of his curly brown hair and a pointed tail.
“What’cha making?” The demon (?) asked.
“A sandwich you fuck, what are you? A weird ass demon?” Tommy squinted.
The demon dramatically put his hand on his forehead. “So mean, I was just interested on what a random human was doing?”
“Sounds sus-” tommy said, biting his sandwich and sliding the extra sandwich he made for tubbo to the demon, tubbo was being a bitch yesterday anyway.
“Oh… A sandwich?” The demon tilted his head, confused.
“They don't have sandwiches, is hell? Sounds like shit. You should complain to Satan or whoever controls that.” Tommy said with an eyeroll.
“No we have sandwiches you human gremlin- just wasn't expecting that-” The demon said, taking a sniff of the sandwich before taking a nibble.
“What's your name by the way?” The demon asked.
“I'm not telling you, you could be a fucking… fae thingy!” Tommy squinted.
“Oh c'mon! A fae? Those prissy shits are so annoying, I'm not annoying.” the demon argued
“That's debatable-” Tommy said sarcastically.
“WOW and I thought demons were rude.” The demon huffed.
“I'm not rude- what's your name even? I can't just keep calling you demon.” Tommy said with a huff.
“Fine but you have to tell me your name. I'm Wilbur.” The demon Wilbur said with an eyeroll while taking a bite of the sandwich.
“Fine… but if you're a fae I'm gonna sue you,” Tommy huffed, “I'm tommy.”
Tommy really hoped the weirdo wasn't a fae, he already works several jobs, he does not need to be a servant to a weird fae.
“Took you long enough toms.” The demon said with a smirk and flicked Tommy's forehead, rude.
“Hey asshole! We are not close enough for nicknames.” Tommy said with a glare.
The rude demon just cackled in response and hoped on the counter, eating his sandwich and chatting with tommy
Soon Wilbitch left and Tommy was let here, a half eaten sandwich and a new… friend? Enemy? Rival? It's weird.
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The next day Tommy was getting ready for work, he was sixty-nine percent sure the interaction with the demon over sandwiches was just a dream.
If that happened again, he might have to banish all sandwiches from the apartment.
But since paranormal seemed to follow him, He packed two sandwiches for lunch, just in case
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When a demon appeared on his lunch break he was surprised, not because a demon showed up, because it was a new demon. And he wasn't scared (ignore whatever you heard Wilbur say otherwise.)
The demon had long soft pink hair, a nice cotton candy that complimented his piercing red eyes, tied into a braid on its shoulder. It had a golden crown with tiny emeralds and rubies embedded on the tips of the crown. It was wearing some royal looking attire, a dark red cape with fluff and a cream colored poets shirt. It wore tons of jewelry, golden rings, an emerald earring that glinted even in the dark lunch room, and rings on his dark red horns.
“why the fuck are you here, twat?” Tommy questioned the demon with a side eye as he took a bit of the sandwich.
“Hm. I heard about you. He called you ‘sandwich boy’. You seem quite… agitated. I didn't know I would meet an aggressive human.” The demon said in a low, monotone voice.
“Oh, Wilbitch has been backtalking me!” tommy grumbled.
“Wilbitch… oh that's interesting, can't wait for him to hear his favorite human hating on him.” The demon let out a huff of amusement.
“His favorite human? The clingy bastard.” Tommy rolled his eyes, out of all the hot demons he didn't get to even meet the dilf satan, just clingy drama king.
The demon just shrugged
“He gets attached.”
Tommy huffed and grabbed out the extra sandwich from his bag, placing some chips on the plate and handing it to the demon.
“So are you a weird fae thing?” Tommy asked casually.
The demon stared, looking at the sandwich then at Tommy.
“You gave me a bacon sandwich.” Techno said with a ting of disgust in his emotionless face.
“Yeah? What's the issue big man, vegan?” Tommy raised an eyebrow, “I never expected a demon to be vegan, it thought maybe a carnivore-”
“No,” the demon said, pushing the plate away. “I just don't wanna commit pig cannibalism.”
Tommy gave a very confused face as the
demon disappeared with a frown.
Welp that's been productive, he pissed off a demon.