The Cult of Devin

01

“Emmit, why am I here?” Asked the tired sheet ghost. They rubbed the two tears that worked for eyes and yawned

“I got a new job. I wanted to show it to you. Just a warning though.. it's not very.. practical.” Emmit slowly said, grabbing a key and unlocking a box.

“Remember a few years ago? That cult.. the one Cody started. Worshiped that one person.. Devin.”

The ghost- Lacch- slowly walked around to look at the box. Their brows furrowed and they let out a light hum. “Yeah.. Never even got to hear about who Devin really was.. or what they did.. I just know Cody really.. really.. liked them.. heh.” 

Lacch walked behind Emmit and hugged him. “Why?”

Emmit stood, leaving Lacch's embrace. “Devin worked hard.. worked under this one company. This company went into space, time, and other middle grounds in our universe. Devin’s job was to repair the.. well.. repair the fourth wall.”

Lacch laughed. “Yeah, uh-huh. You're kidding me, yeah?” Lacch narrowed their eyes as they saw Emmit’s face was fully serious. “..yeah? Come on dear.. that idea.. fourth walls.. traveling through space and time under a company I've never heard of.. I've seen strange things, for heaven's sake, I'm a ghost! But.. you have to be pulling my leg with this.. Right?”

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Emmit shook his head. “I'm not. I'm fully serious.” He opened the box to reveal two strange pairs of glasses. “My job is, in theory, is similar to Devin's.. I.. I..” he sighed. “It's not something I'm proud of. It's.. not a good thing.. but it's a way to defeat Cody. Cody.. the cult. It's still alive and well. So naturally.. if you want to see a cult fall apart.. you attack their god.”

He grabbed one of the two glasses and handed it to Lacch. “Here, in this world I am Emmit. In the world you are about to see, I've been given a new name. In this world, I'm Stbt4w. In this world, people don't know why I'm trying to kill Devin. But.. I'm doing it for a good reason, cause I'm not bad. I'm not evil. I am a hero.. and I know you know I am too.”

He lifted the glasses up to his face. “We won't be able to speak once we go in. So.. just follow my lead.”

Emmit sat in a chair and put on the glasses, his body went limp.

Lacch stood there, not exactly sure what to do. They loved Emmit, so obviously they would follow him. It was what they were supposed to do. It's what Emmit wanted them to do! But it was odd. Sometimes they almost felt as if they were a robot.. and that something in their code was breaking. They were brought back to life-

“

Y̶̨̡̢͉͙̯͕̙͎̭͂̃̆̾͆́͑͌͝Ơ̵̡͔̯̖̳̘͕͌͑́̿̆̓̈́̾̓͂͊̀͋̕͜Ű̷̬̠̒̑̋̒̐̐ ̷̭̖͖̪̙̉̍̃͋̽͗N̴͈̝͕̤̫̪͂̿̆̇̾̑͘͝Ẻ̴̛̤͔̘̼͛̃̓́̔͗̃̈́V̸̪̹̗͉͔̲͉̘̱̥͖̝̊̀͜ͅE̵͕̽͗̽͒̑̓̈̉͗̉̆̈́͗͘R̴̮̼̜̱̰̬̬̮̀́͊̔͗̃̀̑̃͆̚͜͝͝͝ ̴̛̟̖͕̰̭̠̣̖̭͓̘̤̫̓̀̈͐͋͒̊̆̍̄̈̈̆͠D̷̗̭̬̠̲̙͇̩̝͇̳̜̀̍̈̋̊͋̌͊͛̈́̌̎͆͝͝I̴̯̬̥͔̣͖͑͌̃̌̒̽̔͘E̴̠̣͙̱͍̯̞̘̱̰͙̳̭̜̓̅̎́̃D̴͈̜͉͚̹̏͋͑͑͒̑́̇̓̽͜"̸̛̯̖̝̰͎͂̉̈́͘ ̶̔̿̓̆̄̉̀͘͠

-They were saved from the accident because they were supposed to be here. They were supposed to love Emmit. 

So naturally that's what they would do!

With a curious smile on their face, Lacch put on the glasses. And was teleported to the world with Emmit.

As Lacch came into the new world around them, they glanced around. It was an infinite plane with cracks and destroyed walls as far as the eye could see. The only form of life other than Lacch was Emmit.. who looked.. different..

Emmit held a large sledgehammer and wore long robes that hid his whole body and face. He strapped his sledgehammer to his back and started saying something with his hands.. sign language?

Lacch tried to speak to tell Emmit that they didn't know sign language.. but no words came out. Their eyes widened in shock. You really couldn't speak here..!

Lacch just shook their head, Emmit seemed to understand, as he nodded his head in response and started to walk forward. He waved for Lacch to follow as he took out his sledgehammer once more.

The two wandered the infinite plane for what felt like hours, the walking only broken up by Emmit occasionally smashing something with his hammer.

Stopping and leaning against a pile of rubble, Emmit faced Lacch and phantomed the movement of taking off glasses, as if telling Lacch to do exactly that. With a nod, Lacch did as they were told.

As they came back into the real world, Lacch glanced around quickly. They felt odd. It was weird being back. They looked at the clock. Only a minute had passed in the real world.. How bizarre.

Emmit's hands lifted and he coughed a bit as he removed the glasses. He quickly put them back in the box.

“That's what I do. That's my job. And it's all to get closer to Cody. To kill Devin. To kill Cody.. Lacch.. my friend.. you know I'm not a bad person.. you know I'm not a dangerous person.. you know I am only killing these people to protect you, right?”

Lacch just nodded, with no words to be said.

They were made to believe Emmit. Emmit is good. Emmit would never hurt them unless they deserved it. Lacch was alive. Lacch wasn't a ghost. Emmit was ok. Lacch was ok. Cody was bad. Lacch is ok. Lacch is real. Lacch is real. Lacch is real. Lacch is real. Lacch is real. Lacch is real. Lacch is real. Lacch is real. Lacch is real. Lacch is real. Lacch is real. Lacch is real. 

Yeah!