Dec 10, 2020
“Do tell, oh wise one,” said Niles.
“The shit in my head would make your skin crawl off you and go right up the wall. I’ve cavorted with all manner of demon, specter and black magician. Now, let me tell you. These dudes don’t fuck around. They are out for two things, personal gain or the ending of all things. It goes without saying that the ones in it for themselves are a little easier to deal with. But, the fuckers that want everything to go away, well, they take a piece of you just by being in their presence. Zee German is one such dirty fuck,” said Wachowski.
Niles took a hit and a shivering went up his spine.
“Yeah, see. Even the mention of that son of a bitch just about makes you shit yer pants. Fuck, I think I just shit mine. Anyway, that’s what waits for us if we fuck up. Not only will I be consumed. You, Freddy, Barker and the whole fucking lot will be eaten, forever, by Zee German. It is always hungry, wanting, bleeding its terror and pain across the Logosverse. Its fucking red, hollow eyes,” said Wachowski.
His eyes started to tear up and he laughed a little.
“Let me have a toot of that buddy. Takes away the bad things brother.”
Niles passed the doobie back over and Wachowski took a long drag.
“You called Zee German it. So, it’s not a he or she?”
“Fuck no. It does not succumb to such trivial things such as gender. Zee German is the bad dream you have that keeps you up all night long. The genocide of a country, the burning out of the stars. It has a conscience, and chooses to do the wrong thing every time. Every fucking time man. Know what I’m mean?”
Niles felt the hair on his arms stand up. The worst thought that he could think of crept into his head and he started to gag.
“Pull over, I’m going to puke.”
Wachowski yanked the wheel to the right and Niles jumped out and puked in the bushes. As soon as he was finished, phantom fingers caressed his neck. A thrumming sound bounced around between his ears and he had an instant screaming migraine.
“Sooner or later, I will devour you. You, your friends, The Logosverse is mine. I will feast, forever.”
Niles screamed, and screamed. Wachowski dove out of the car. He began a mantra, a banishing of the essence before them.
“Mr. Tree, Mr. Tree, Mr. Tree, Mr. Tree, Mr. Tree, Mr. Tree, Mr. Tree…”
Bonsai trees popped out of the landscape and cast an ethereal light and drove away the unclean spirit. The loud quacking of ducks filled the air with angry cacophony. Zee German shrieked and was gone, for now.
Wachowski helped Niles to his feet.
“I will not let that happen again. I bet my life on it,” said Wachowski.
Niles gave him a thumbs up and passed out in the passenger seat.