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This is a just little story I wrote based on some fun we had at the Be Discovered And Discover thread. I hope you enjoy it. 

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It is not a night like any other.

The light falls steady and straight, illuminating me in a holy halo. The mist makes the sidewalks slick and wet.

My hat obscures my face. My head turns up. My suitcase judders because my hands can't stop shaking.

Uncle Enzo's Genuine Italian Pizza.

I cross myself and step over the threshold.

I am frightened.

The windows are translucent and dim orange light bleeds out of it.

"Sorry! We're closed." The sign dangles in the faint breeze.

I knock. And I wait for an infinity.

"Come in."

The smell of fresh pizza greets me.

A short, avuncular man sits alone in the middle of the room, his eyebrows furrowed. A Pepperoni thin crust sits in front of him. Uneaten.

My fingers clench and unclench.

I struggle to breathe.

"Uncle Enzo?"

He looks up at me. "Mr. Karras, I presume."

"Yes. That's me."

Uncle Enzo gets up. "Come with me, my friend."

I follow him through a "No Admittance except for Staff" door. The kitchen is furiously lit. Crucifixes line the walls.

Uncle Enzo points at the middle of the room. "Reagan."

A girl sits alone at the centre, her back to us. She gently sways side to side.

"Is that her?" I ask.

Uncle Enzo begins to say something but it is drowned out in the demonic scream.

"WEEE ARE NEVER EVER EVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER!!!"

"In the name of the Father!" I begin, my holy water at the ready.

The girl spins around, her big brown eyes wide with shock. Little earbuds grace her ears.

"What the hell, dude?"

I look at her, then at my holy water, then back at her.

Nobody says anything for a while.

Uncle Enzo coughs delicately. "Mr. Karras, this is Reagan Delehanty. She works here. She's just taking her break."

Reagan looks up at me. She has ridiculously large eyes. But she looks pretty enough.

"Umm...I'm sorry...for...you know." I tell her.

"That's okay." She smiles. "Do you want to see it?"

"It?"

"Yeah. We don't call it he or anything like that."

I hear a sudden, sharp bang from the other room.

"Here we go again." Uncle Enzo tells me.

We together into another room. It is cold and dark, save for a single lightbulb hanging on a wire.

It illuminates a blast chiller on the floor, slowly rocking side to side.

I bend down and look at it. A bit stained. Nothing spectacular.

"Is this it?" I ask.

"Yes." Reagan tells me.

I hold out my silver crucifix.

"Identify yourself, foul demon!"

The answer reverberates through the room.

"Frosty Satan."

"And why have you taken hold of this kitchen appliance, Frigid Spawn of Hell!"

"You can call me Frosty, bro."

I say nothing.

"What?" Frosty says after a while. "Is there something on my face?"

"No...like...well, what do you want?"

"Oh, well, nothing much, really. Some TV would be nice. My last owner got me hooked on Sherlock, bro. But then he sold me before Season 3 came on. How did he come back to life, bro? Do you know?"

"I do." Reagan pipes up. "Mycroft replaced him with a body double or something."

"Oh, wow. That's like, totally rad!"

"I know, right?"

"Can't you exorcise it?" Uncle Enzo asks me.

"Well, no, actually. It isn't violating the established bylaws by possessing an inanimate object."

"Yeah. My uncle Screwtape knew this lawyer. Like, she was totally hot. I went out with her a couple of times. She told me about the whole bylaw thing. So I decided to chill out over here. That's okay right."

I stand.

"Exorcise this demon." Uncle Enzo tells me.

"No." I tell him.

He pulls out a gun and shoves it at my chest.

"Do it."

"I'll have hell to pay. Frosty Satan isn't violating any bylaws."

I don't feel any pain.

I am crumpled on the ground.

Reagan is screaming.

"Major bummer, dude. I'll see you in hell, I guess."

The blast chiller opens and a lone, creamy drink sits in the middle.

"Pina Colada?" Frosty asks me.

"Why not." I groan.

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it!

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