My Secret Demon Boy

First Aid

Bad figured originally he could entertain himself while the three humans were out. I mean how hard could it be when literally everything in the apartment was new and foreign to him. But. . .he was wrong, things quickly became boring. Repeatedly clicking buttons to make the weird box light up became frustrating when he didn't understand all the moving images on it, it was too complicated and confusing. So after about five, maybe ten minutes he gave up, and turned it off with a sigh. He flopped down on the couch as he set the remote down on a small table, and groaned softly in boredom, glancing at the clock. Surely surely it had been an hour already right? He sat up, pale eyes focusing on the little numbers. . .it had barely been thirty minutes. Maybe there would be something else entertaining in the small building that Skeppy called home that he could find.

So he picked and rummaged through the drawers, cupboards, and the strange device like an oven that hovered and seemed to be in the wall above it in the kitchen. He tried opening it, and a light lit up inside it. But there was no fire, he tried opening it and closing it a few times, and every time the door was opened the light magically came on his eyes widened and, he grinned playing with that a few more times, the same even happened when he opened the door to the oven too! Out of curiosity he tried the fridge, and inevitably tried to see the light go off on that too as the door opened and closed. The kitchen was safely a disaster by this point, with forks, plastic knives, and a few dishes thrown about carelessly and littering the counters. He sat in the middle of the minor mess he had made as boredom was slowly creeping back in and his tail flicked idly behind him on the tiles. There was a door and beyond it he could see what appeared to be a bedroom. This piqued his interest.

He got to his feet and made his way towards the ajar doorway. He reached to push it open, only to find a wall that made his skin feel like it was on fire with needles. He reeled back holding his palm which, for now, was undamaged but it had a sting to the skin. He frowned looking around for the barrier that kept him from touching the door.

Salt

There was a thick line of salt in the doorway, which created an impassable barrier between him and the bedroom. A part of him faltered and felt hurt, but he shook it away with a shake of his head. Skeppy had every right to put that in place, Skeppy was a human, and Bad was decidedly not. So the salt made perfect sense especially if that room meant a lot to the boy.

He reluctantly sighed and moved away from the door. Even if he was curious, he was already weakened from his escape and the portal, and there was no way he was strong enough to just brute force his way over the line. So for the time being the room would keep its secrets.

It was silly in concept, salt and demons. A simple little chemical, that was found in just about every modern household, could keep one of the most powerful of the supernatural at bay. Not only that but potentially could severely wound said demons. Put a little of the substance somewhere in a solid line, and like magic, whatever was on the other side of the salt from the demon was safe. Bad had never thought much about it if he was being honest, not until now at least. The more he thought about it, the more his mind wandered back to the Nether, so he forced himself to think about something else, dismissing it from his mind.

He made his way back to the couch and looked around the apartment once again. This time looking for where the humans had put barriers down, usually to keep him and others like him out. Except now it was to keep him in.

Every window he could see had salt along its base and around a little switch at the top, probably some form of a modern lock. As well as one at the front door, to Skeppy's bedroom, and finally, around a door that he wasn't sure where it led. Although, judging by the voices carrying over from the other side, perhaps there was another apartment on the other side? He wasn't sure, and nor did he have a way to figure it out either.