bloodied-blades:
treppcnwitz:
Imagine you’re an entity created specifically for a job your creator needs done. Picture yourself as a mass of whatever your creator has available. The magical residue lingering around this mass from it’s own creation gives it sentience, and–as a result–an appearance that can only be described as an abominable horror.
Now cram this mass of magical energy with far too many extremities and facial features into a comically sized office cubicle, where it’s doomed to answer phones in a language no one on the receiving end has any business translating.
Nothing gets done. Neither party understands the other. It’s chaos. The children on the callers end are crying. Somewhere off in the distance of the nonhuman plane there’s a squabble over a car crash. Demons have no need for cars. You’re confused. The human keeps screaming in your ear. She’s crying now. She just wanted her cable fixed.
oh.
sounds pretty terrible, im sorry.
Luckily, I’m not in that department.
