fourth year jake forgay

Friend: yo

Luke: yo whats up?

Friend: nothin. hanging out. tryin to start some hw. wanna come over?

Luke: yea sure. i got nothin else to do. just u?

Friend: yea. roommate’s out doin somethin rn.

Luke: bet. be there in a few

Friend: word

Luke puts his phone down and goes to his room to change his clothes. A few minutes later – keys in hand – he locks his apartment door and heads down the hallway of the complex. About ten steps in …

Luke (to himself): Ah shit! Forgot my mask.

He stops in his tracks, turns around and makes his way back to his place. But just as he’s reaching for the mask …

Devil (deep-voiced): You good homie. You don’t need that mask. It'll just be you two.

Luke (aloud): The fuck? Who's there?

No response

Luke (to himself): Huh that was weird ...

Devil: The hell you mean who’s there? Look down stupid.

Luke looks down at his feet.

Devil: Over here!

Luke looks at his left shoulder, and there sits a miniature version of himself, wearing a mask under his chin like a helmet strap.

Luke (startled): Woah! What the hell is this ... Am I dreaming or something?

Devil (smoothly): Nah dude I’m your adviser.

Luke: Uhhhh what?

Devil (emphatically): Your ADVISER.

Luke (cautiously): Oooookay? So what are you supposed to advise me on?

Devil: General things, you know. Whether to do or say this or that. Nothing in specific.

Luke: So why are you here now?

Devil: You’re about to grab that mask right?

Luke: Yea?

Devil (persuasively): Psh, why bother. You are just about to go see your bud. You’ll be fineeee. Besides, it’ll be so awkward if you’re the only person wearing it. I mean you don't wanna be the only dude wearin’—

Angel: Don’t listen to him!

Another voice came from the opposite shoulder. He turned his head around and standing on his shoulder sat another miniature clone of himself, nose and mouth covered completely.

Luke: Ugh … Another one of you?

Angel: Don’t listen to him! He’s fooling you. Not wearing a mask would just be stupid.

Both Luke and the devil were listening but all they could hear was a faint mumbling.

Luke (to the devil): What was that? You hear him?

Devil: Nope. Couldn’t pick out anything.

Angel (louder): DON’T LISTEN TO HIM. WEAR THE MASK.

Still only a faint mumbling was heard by Luke and the devil.

Luke: Dude I'm sorry but you're going to have to speak up. I can barely hear you.

Infuriated, the angel briefly pulls his mask down to give his message.

Angel: WEAR THE MASK!

Luke: Damn dude chill!

Devil: Someone’s angry.

Angel: I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just so damn tough to speak in this thing. I have to scream my ass off.

Devil (to Luke): See? Why would you want to put up with that? You’ll just make a fool out of yourself like bonehead over here.

Angel: At least I don’t look like the dumbass wearing a chin strap. Are you trying to make a fashion statement or something?

Devil (sarcastically): What was that? Sorry, I can’t hear you. You’re going to have to speak up.

Luke: Alright, alright enough.

Devil: Listen man, all I’m saying is that you don’t need to stress yourself over wearing that muffler when there is no threat.

Angel: But what about protecting others? Yea it might not do anything for you, but at least you won’t get your friend sick.

A tight knot began to form in Luke’s chest. He felt like he was in the center of an aggressive tug-of war match. Both seemed valid, he thought.

Luke: Ughhh ...

Time has passed, and he is now sitting on his friend's couch.

Luke: Hey man, can you snag me a water from the fridge?

Friend: What was that?

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