"Do I have to?" Beelzebub asked hesitantly.
"You chose dare!" Asmodeus exclaimed. "You have to! Call him!"
Belphegor sighed. "Why didn't you choose truth instead?"
"I wanted to know what the dare would be," Beelzebub said, truthfully.
Mammon grabbed the D.D.D. out of his hands and punched in Simeon's number himself. "Hurry up 'n make the call! We ain't got all night!"
Everybody huddled around as the phone line started ringing. They wanted to be within range to hear it. Everybody except Lucifer, who wanted no part of it. He was sipping a glass of Demonus across the room and making sure this party game didn't get too rowdy.
It took five rings for Simeon to pick up. He sounded a little groggy, like he'd been woken from sleep. "Hello?"
"Simeon? Hi." Beelzebub's greeting was ordinary, but it sent Mammon into a fit of giggles. Somebody had too much to drink.
"Shut up, he's gonna hear you," Satan growled. Mammon's laugh turned into a shriek of pain after receiving a sharp elbow to the side. Belphegor shushed them both.
"Beelzebub? Are you there? Are you with your brothers?"
Leviathan grabbed Beel's shirt. "He's on to us! Abort mission!"
"I can't hear, shut up, shut up!" Asmodeus leaned in closer and urged Beel, "keep going!"
"Simeon." A bead of sweat rolled down Beelzebub's brow. "Is your refrigerator running?"
Silence. It only lasted seconds, but it felt like an hour. Then, "the refrigerator? One second." Footsteps could be heard on the line as Simeon walked through Purgatory hall. "It was fine when I made dinner this evening. Why?"
"I need to know if your refrigerator is running."
The demon brothers waited for an answer with bated breath. It was probably the most quiet they'd been in a century. They heard a heavy door being opened, and finally. Simeon's answer.
"Nothing looks broken. Everything inside is still cold, and the light is on, so... yes? I believe it's running fine."
"Yesss," Leviathan whispered. "Finish the job, Beel!"
Asmodeus could hardly contain his snicker. Satan had a hand over his own mouth, but his leg bounced in anticipation. Belphegor was mouthing the ever-so-important punchline with a twinkle in his eye.
"I see. Well, then. You better go catch it."
Everyone in the room exploded into laughter (except Lucifer, who rolled his eyes), and Beelzebub quickly hung up the call with a confident smile. Mammon whooped, Belphegor fell back in relief, Levi and Satan high-fived, and Asmodeus jumped on Beel to give him the tightest hug he could muster. This monumental success was worthy of another round of drinks, and another round of Truth or Dare.
Minutes later, Leviathan's D.D.D. pinged. It was a text from Simeon.
"How do I 'catch' a refrigerator? Everything looks alright, but I can't risk the food inside going bad. Please assist."
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