Confront Your Demons || Panic and Mike
@panicked-percy
It had only briefly crossed Mike’s brain that he had become a stalker when he was sitting outside of Sally’s house waiting for a certain guy that he knew was a Demon. But then he reasoned to himself that he was a Demonologist and sometimes that meant following around a possessed vessel for the sake of the science.
Not to mention he was worried for his friend. Did she know he was a Demon? She had to have, right? Being not only a Medium, but with her whole, I can see the future thing she did with the touching and the white eyes and-. Whatever, a question for another day. Right now he had to focus up. Look alive, because there the guy was!
He had done his research. Percy Goldthwait. Had a girlfriend. Worked at a local restaurant. Lived in one of the apartment buildings in town. Regular, run of the mill, guy, right?
Wrong! Because Sarina hadn’t been lying, not that he thought she had, but the Demon Activity Radar he had used to scan the dude when he had followed him to Sally’s house had proven that. So he wasn’t going in blind. He had a witness and evidence! ...after, you know, he went back to the school to get it processed. The door to Sally’s house opened, and out came the guy. The Demon-guy. This was it! This was the moment. Fuck, okay, he took a second to breath.
And then that second turned out to be too long because he was getting away. Mike clambered out of his hiding spot, jogging down the sidewalk.
“Uh- excuse me! Sir!” he called, gaining on him. “I need to talk to you!”
