𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖

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I grab Robbie. It's a shame he's being such a jerk to Dipper, but also Hell would reward him. He'd make it good in Hell. Maybe he'll find love, doubtful though, there isn't any demon that would want to suck his dick. 

"Who the heck are you?!" He yelled. 

"I'm Satan." I smiled. 

"Hah! You're seriously gonna tell me you're the Devil?" He chuckled. 

"I did, didn't I?" I say. 

"Are you trying to punk me?" 

"No." 

I cut myself with a knife. A pentagram drew out on the table. It opened into Hell. I showed him a frighting scene, just to scare him. It was demons killing each other with guns. I show him his blood red eyes.

"Yikes! P-please let me go!" He screamed. 

The demons looked up and started reaching their hands out. They grab his pants. Everyone looked and everyone ran. Except some crazy old man who was just drinking coffee like it was a drug or something. 

"So, I'm not gonna drop you into this mess if you promise not to beat up Dipper anymore. Do we have a deal?" I ask.

"Yes we do! Please let me go!" He yelled.

I dropped him. The portal closed so he didn't go in. He runs out of the restaurant.

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