The Devil’s in the Details
by The MAD TITAN!
Agent 69 walked across her bedroom to the make-up mirror and table to check her appearance one more time before her big date. It had taken some time, but she was finally able to get a date with Hollywood heartthrob Christian Bale. She was determined for it to be a true paparazzi crazed event. She couldn’t wait to see her picture with the attractive movie star all over the tabloids and on the celebrity TV shows.
She was dressed in a silvery sequined dress that showed her figure perfectly. The dress was cut low enough in the front to do more than just suggest her chest size and the spike heels accentuated her muscular legs perfectly. Naturally, she was wearing nothing else.
As she stared into the mirror, she was greeted by her beautiful reflection. Her hair was perfectly coiffed, her make-up was flawless and her smile was devilishly stunning. Agent 69 was more than pleased with what she saw. “Tonight’s your lucky night Christian,” she said aloud.
Agent 69 was about to turn away from the mirror when something caught her attention. “Where did those wrinkles come from?” she thought to herself as she noticed lines emanating from the corners of her eyes and mouth.
While she stared at her reflection, it continued to change, growing older and more hideous by the second. Her hair turned a dull gray, as the color drained from her face, leaving it pasty and dull. She knocked over several bottles of cosmetics as she steadied herself by roughly grabbing the table. “What the fuck!” she shrieked.
The longer she stared the more her reflection changed. As her cheeks became puffy and started to sag, deep wrinkles snaked their way across her face. The horror evident on her face reflected grotesquely back at her.
But what really shocked her was when her reflection screamed and cackled loudly and jumped out of the mirror at her, causing her to fall to the floor in a heap. Agent 69’s heart hammered in her chest as her aged reflection laughed maniacally at her.
As she looked on in stunned silence, her horrific reflection changed rapidly to a bright red and the ears and nose lengthened and horns sprouted from its forehead. It took a moment, but then she realized what had happened. “You!” she shouted angrily.
“Did ya miss me, sweetie?” the Little Devil laughed with a broad smile, revealing crooked, pointy teeth. He pulled himself through the mirror and sat floating in mid-air next to Agent 69.
Getting up off the floor, Agent 69 stared the impish figure square in his yellow eyes and said, “Look, I don’t have time for you tonight. Just leave me alone.”
With an expression of pained sadness, the Little Devil replied, “Is our relationship over with already. I thought we had something (sob) special.”
To make sure she still looked good, Agent 69 checked herself in the mirror again; grateful that she looked like her beautiful young self again, as she responded, “What’s your deal? Why can’t you just leave me alone? Don’t make me banish you back to that backwater dimension you call home, Devil.”
“If memory serves, sweetie, I leave on my own when I’m done having my fun,” he said with a wide toothy grin.
“What ever,” Agent 69 sighed as she turned to leave; “I don’t have time for you tonight, so go play with someone else.”
“But you’re my favorite,” the Devil said with all the sappy happiness he could muster. “Besides, I want you to meet someone.”
“Some other time freak,” she said dismissively as she was about to walk through her bedroom door. Just as she crossed the threshold, she found herself walking out of her closet, back into the bedroom.
“His name is Gnorp,” the Devil said as he sidled up next to Agent 69 and guided her back to the make-up mirror. “I’ve told him sooooo much about you and he’s just dying to meet you. Hey Gnorp, c’mere.”
The sight of a second demon jumping out of her mirror caused Agent 69’s breath to catch in her throat. Gnorp looked similar to the being she knew as the Little Devil, except that he looked scrawnier, with stringy, greasy hair and was a bluish red color.
“Hiya toots,” Gnorp said happily.
Agent 69 nearly threw up at the putrid stench that emanated from Gnorp’s mouth.
“So this is her,” Gnorp continued. “She looks pretty homely to me,” he said as he walked in circles around Agent 69, examining her closely with a freakishly large magnifying glass. “Why do you fancy her Irwin?”
“Irwin?” Agent 69 said as she looked at the Little Devil, a smile spreading across her face.
“Jeez Gnorp,” the Little Devil said with a snort. “Thanks a lot. You trashed my rep in under a minute, nice work.”
“Lighten up cuz,” Gnorp said as he reclined in mid-air. “Like it matters what this flesh bag thinks.”
“Hey!” Agent 69 said angrily. “Look, I have a very important date tonight and I don’t have time to play with you interdimensional losers. Just go away and never come back.”
As she continued to rant, the two devils looked at each other and shrugged. With a deft motion, the Little Devil reached up and pulled Agent 69’s mouth from her face, leaving a blank space beneath her nose. He then stuffed the still moving lips into a small pouch attached to his belt.
Agent 69 tried to scream, but with out a mouth, no sound came out. The only thing that showed her surprise was her eyes open wide and her hands feeling around her face for her missing mouth, like that would help.
“She sure talks a lot, how do you stand it?” Gnorp said.
The Devil wiped his hands together in satisfaction as he replied, “Yeah, but she sure is a lot of fun.”
“Well, she may be fun, but she isn’t much to look at,” Gnorp said disgustedly. “What is she made of anyway?”
From out of thin air, the Devil now wore a black graduation cap, spectacles and a pipe; to make himself appear smarter. “Well, from my previous encounters, this species is made up predominantly of water.”
“Get out! She doesn’t look like she’s made of water to me,” Gnorp said skeptically.
“Well duh, that’s because she’s full of bones, doofus,” the Devil said with superiority. “Here, let me prove it.”
With a wave of his clawed hand, Agent 69 rose in the air, suspended by the Devil’s magic. Her missing mouth momentarily forgotten, she noticed a ring of energy began to rise up her body.
At first, she felt an incredibly relaxing sensation. There was no pain, no soreness just an incredibly calm sensation. Agent 69 looked down at herself and thought that her legs looked a little longer and thinner.
It took five seconds for the magic ring of energy to rise to her waist, and Agent 69 was actually enjoying the effects. That is, until she realized what was happening to her.
It was difficult to see, but as the energy ring rose past her hands, she noticed them sag and distend like a pair of water balloons. If she still had her mouth, she most definitely would have shattered the windows in her apartment with the scream.
Agent 69 waited in abject horror as the ring began to rise past her head. She was grateful for feeling only a calm sensation instead of pain as her head sagged comically atop her floating body.
“Ya see Gnorp, just like I told ya,” the Little Devil said with pride. “Without bones, they’re just bags of goo. Here, let me give ya a better look.” With that the Little Devil removed Agent 69’s clothing and shoes with one swipe of his clawed hands; just like removing clothes from a paper doll.
To say she was mortified was an understatement. It was bad enough that all of her bones were gone, but to be completely naked in front of the two mischievous demons was even worse.
Without warning, the Little Devil snapped his fingers and Agent 69’s prone form fell to the floor with a “flump”. She felt no pain, but it was a bit disconcerting. Her body bobbed and rolled on the floor for several seconds before she came to a stop, staring straight up at the ceiling.
“She looks better,” Gnorp commented as he looked down at Agent 69. “But she still sorta has that weird shape.”
Moving to stand next to Agent 69’s head, the Little Devil explained, “Of course she still has that shape. It’s obvious that when she had the bones inserted into her body she had her covering designed to fit. You got to hand it to her; she never buys off the rack. But, let me make her a little more appealing.”
The Little Devil grabbed Agent 69 by the hair and lifted her into the air. As he did, her body lost all of its previous form and took on a teardrop shape. He then dropped her prone form to the floor, where she bounced and wriggled for several moments.
“Now that’s more like it,” Gnorp said excitedly. “She looks a little like Mom now. She is a little small though.”
“You’re lucky I’m here for ya cuz,” the Little Devil said as he reached behind his back. “Never let it be said that I don’t take care of my kin.” As he turned around, he was holding a garden hose that disappeared into nowhere.
“Now where am I supposed to plug this is?” he said looking at Agent 69’s rounded body. Then, remembering that her mouth was in his pouch, he deftly reached in and plucked it from inside the pouch and laid it beneath the small nub under her eyes that used to be a nose.
Having a mouth again afforded her a second to scream in terror to what the Devil had done to her. But no sooner did the scream pass her lips then the Devil shoved to hose into her open mouth, filling it completely.
She still didn’t feel any pain, but was starting to feel a strange pressure building up inside her. That was when she realized what the Devil was doing; he was filling her up with water and making her larger.
“Just say when cuz,” the Devil said happily.
Gnorp watched with gleaming eyes, as Agent 69 grew larger and larger. It wasn’t until she was about three feet tall and several feet around before he told his cousin to stop. “That’s perfect,” he said gleefully. “She’s really starting to look like Mom.”
The Devil then removed the hose from Agent 69’s mouth with an audible “pop”. But before she could scream out, Gnorp jumped on her prone form like she was a giant beanbag chair. His bottom pressed down on Agent 69’s malleable face, causing it to distend comically.
“Isn’t she everything I told you she would be?” the Devil said proudly as he floated before his cousin and the transformed Agent.
“She’s pretty sweet alright,” Gnorp said as he rose from Agent 69’s face.
Agent 69 coughed and sputtered for a moment, grateful that the foul smelling demon was off her face. She then took a moment to gather her wits about her. She wasn’t going to get out of this predicament by screaming her head off.
“Okay, okay, you’ve had your fun,” she said as calmly as she could. “Now how about you guys turning me back to normal and bothering someone else for a while.”
“But we can’t do that,” the Devil said in a matter of fact manner. “You see, Gnorp has a problem and you’re the only one who can help him.”
“How can I help anyone like this?” she said, the anger steadily rising in her voice. “I’m just a blob. I can’t even move.”
“You let me worry about that,” the Devil said sweetly. “Anything else Gnorp?”
Gnorp looked the prone form over one more time before answering. “Just a couple more things and we’ll be done. Her coloring is still horrendous. How about a nice yellowish-green.”
He then moved a clawed hand across Agent 69’s distended body, “And she still feels disgustingly smooth. Let’s add some bumps.”
“Anything else?” the Devil asked as he waved a hand over Agent 69’s body causing it to turn a putrid yellowish-green color. Then bumps of varying sizes began to grow all over her bulbous form.
“Well, there is one thing more,” Gnorp replied starting to blush a bright red. “Could you make her tongue longer? For, well, you know…”
“You sly devil,” the Little Devil said with a grin. He then plunged his hand into Agent 69’s mouth and then steadily pulled her tongue out. Agent 69 watched in horror as her tongue stretched out of her mouth several feet before the Little Devil let it drop. She was disgusted with the way it flopped on her transformed skin. No matter what she tried, she couldn’t make it go back in her mouth. All it could do was wriggle slowly across he gross bulbous frame.
“She’s perfect,” Gnorp said with glee.
“Perfsectly disfgusfting,” Agent 69 mumbled.
“Now, now, now, don’t be that way,” the Devil scolded. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And now, my cousin has a question he’d like to ask you.”
Gnorp moved so that he was standing directly in front of Agent 69’s strangely rounded face and, holding out a couple of wilting daisies asked, “Agent 69 will you go with me to the prom?”
No matter what she did, nothing could fix it. She tried covering it up, knocking it over, turning it around, even shooting it with her 9mm did no good.
It had been a week since her horrible ordeal with the two Devils from the other dimension. Gratefully, she was back to normal and she was trying to get on with her life. The only thing that she couldn’t do anything about was the picture that sat ominously on the nightstand next to her bed.
The picture showed Gnorp wearing a ghastly powder blue tuxedo with wide lapels; smiling widely standing next to Agent 69, the hideous amorphous blob. A banner reading “Love is Hell” hanging above them both.