Inkwell Isles own Devil

Bees don't ever forget. Rumors keep on coming.

I couldn't sleep that night. That Roll The Dice show passed time better than I thought it would. I looked at the time and it was 7am surely that counts as morning right. How is it that I didn't sleep all.

That makes no sense. What's even more annoying.  I have to wait until the afternoon until more of my cigars I order come. At least in terms of that I have one somewhere. In one of the offices I use.

I have to go and get it  perhaps I'll feel a little better. They always help. I haven't had one in a few days.  I usually have my cigars if I feel like shit. Or I'm working on my paperwork. I hate doing it anyways. So it's an excuse not to.

Knowing Sticker he will most likely already be awake.  He'd probably be surprised to see me awake.  He'd also most likely pick up on my probably slight drunkess. I don't feel it. I most likely am. Considering how much of that bottle I had drank.

During the night I had thought it to be a good idea to get some more. So there's a few bottles now in my room. I'll sort it later.

I made sure before leaving my room to turn the TV off and carefully as I could opened the door.  Picked up my pitchfork. Then walked out my room to go down to the casino and into my office.

Only when I got to the casino there was Stickler. Waiting.

"Excuse me. I just wanted to inform you sir about the latest soul collecting situation it must improve soon. Also why does the entire isle think you are losing your touch?"

"Geee I don't know Sticker. Is a rumor just a rumor. "

"Also sir what are you doing up so early... " He was catching on as usual. However I don't care about this.

"Stickler today I thought hey let's blow up some bees."

" Your not making any sense sir."

"I'm being sarcastic again. It doesn't matter. Not one bit. Will you I don't know leave me alone."

"Unfortunately I cannot do that you need collect souls."

"I told you i'm working on it! Now I'm going to my office getting paperwork and going to get souls. "

Some of that I lied about. Who's going to notice. Well Sticker will later however for now I'm safe from Sticklers incessant whining.

I opened the door of my office. Sat on my chair and looked through the drawers. I know I left that cigar in here somewhere. There it is. Now the question is where is the lighter.

Ugh I hate to admit it but you know what. I really could use some help.  Well I'm sure it's somewhere it has to be. I can't of just lost it. I mean I suppose I could always just make a small little fire to light it.

I'll do that. It saves me tipping up this entire office.  Prohaps then I'll feel just a bit less bad. I've never really felt anything like this. It's strange.

I created the small fire and lit the cigar.  Afterwards I put it in my mouth. Like usual. Then I came henchman I guess Stickler must have told him I'd wandered in here.  

"Uhh morning boss."

I just blankly looked at him for a moment. Taking the cigar out of my mouth and exhaling. 

"good morning henchman." 

"Whats wrong boss , you're not usually up at this time."  trust me henchman I more than aware. Theres also the reason of my cigar. What gave it way. Most likely both.  How could I forget the fact that henchman knows me so well.

"You know Henchman I'm just well not feeling myself. Strange. I know I'm the Devil I should just be myself. Yes. " The thing is I have no idea at all why I feel like I do at the moment. If I could explain it I would have by now. But the fact is I have no idea why i'm in this state.