"Hello?!" I spoke into the phone, half expecting someone to say it was a wrong number.

"Hey, Desdomana Perez speaking, how may I help you?"

"Uh I uh um I am calling about the uh fortune coo-"

"Ah those fortune cookies? I put them in centuries ago. I can't believe they have existed this long and you are actually calling me up about those...."

"Centuries ago?" I echoed, worried about how old the fortune cookie was.

I could not afford to get food poisoned now!

"Uh yeah! Anyways, why did you call me up? Are you actually desperate? Are you contemplating suicide or something? Shall I direct you to some helpline or something?" She enquired.

"Uh no. I'm just having trouble to get a girl to like me, and it looks like it's going to be even harder considering she has another person she likes, and I have been trying for ever to get her attention because she might be The One, but I just don't-"

"Woah woah man! Slow down! I only got the fact that you have girl problems, I don't see why you have to contact this number for that! I'm sure you can sort it out on your own!"

"How? I think she already has a boyfriend!" I answered, flinching at the mental image of Keith Turing and Samirah leaving office together just minutes before.

"Just kill him man! Then she will be slightly traumatised and you just have to be there at the right time to comfort her and fill the emotional hole in her heart and you guys are set for life!"

"Kill him? Are you crazy?"

"Well considering you were the one desperate enough to call a number you found on a fortune cookie and asking for advice from an absolute stranger, and thinking that the advice was bad, although you have no idea how much worse it is going to be to meet him, I'm not the one who's crazy."

"Him? Who's him? Is this the guy who's code-named the devil? Are you guys like the Mafia or some other crime people?"

"Excuse me? Do not compare us with those petty criminals! We are top class. Seriously, there's no one above us. We are the best."

"If that's the case, then there should be a way for you to help me without anyone being killed!" I challenged, wanting to see how far this goes. It definitely felt like a prank, at this point. Maybe I can get back at them for wasting my time...

"You are really tempting me to give you an appointment with him, but I don't want my head on the line, after all, he did tell me not to disturb him with anyone trivial...."

"Ooooohhh you are scared!" I chuckled. Probably some college frat prank that made them feel all rad and cool. These kids definitely needed better ways to time pass.

"You know what? You are being an absolute dash. You are going to get an appointment with Mr. Lucifer, whether you want to or not. Prepare yourself for eternal damnation and utter despair!" She hissed.

"Wow! Sounds great! So when and where is this meeting?" I rolled my eyes.

"The rest of the details will be texted to you, Mr. Pearson. Anything else?" Desdemona's voice sounded almost mechanical now.

"Uh nothing else I guess?"

"Great. Have a good day Sir." With a resounding click sound she cut the call.

I decided to sleep, my eyes closing of their own accord. It was only when I was on the verge of sleeping, when I sat up straight on my bed, in realisation: I hadn't given my name to the prank caller at all, yet she had addressed me as Mr. Pearson!

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A/N:

Wait!

Don't give up on this book yet! The real fun starts next chapter!

And what do you feel about my swear word: dash?

I feel it's pretty effective because the dash/blank can be filled in with the worst word in the world..... and yet you don't have to directly say that word, because you may not even know it!

Lame or kinda cool?

Ok Imma hit the bed now cause I need sleep!

Loads of M&MS

-bookbutterfly1999