Obey Me Borrower Snippet
This week I'm posting a snippet I apparently wrote two years ago??? Dang time flies. This is a short lil' borrower drabble for the Obey Me fandom about when Mammon suspects someone is stealing his stuff.
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Mammon, despite what his brothers might think, wasnât stupid. He only cared enough to put his brain to use when it benefitted him. Give him the right incentive, and Mammon could do anything. So when his stuff started disappearing from the privacy of his own sacred bedroom? Well, it was only a matter of time before the avatar of greed caught the culprit and reclaimed what was rightfully his.Â
At first, Mammon had taken the obvious route of accusing every single one of his brothers, earning several various bouts of anger in return. Asmo insisted he was above such a petty crime, Satan was nearly brought to fists at the mere accusation, and no matter how many anime figures he held hostage Levi refused to admit to touching any one of Mammonâs own precious trinkets. Beel, with his bottomless stomach but wide open heart could never tell a lie to save his life. He blatantly denied touching a single crumb of Mammonâs secret snack pile. (Of course, not a great idea to reveal to Beel the existence of said secret snack pile, but Mammon would cross that bridge another time). Belphie was still on the exchange program in the human world, and LuciferâŚ
Okay, admittedly, he hadnât asked Lucifer.Â
By then it was time to move on to plan B: cameras. Reviewing the evidence, it was clear there was some sort of vermin traipsing about his space! No way that was gonna fly! Mammon was furious. What, a lilâ mouse thought it could waltz right into his bedroom and take whatever it pleased? Immediately the cogs in Mammonâs mind got spinning, working overtime to devise a way to rid himself of his tiny thief problem.Â
And thatâs what led to this triumphant day: Mammon slammed open his bedroom door, looking oh so pleased with himself as the bell continued to jangle and indicate his trap had caught something.
âGotcha!â He proclaimed, strutting over to the covered box. âYou stupid little rat, betcha thought you could outsmart me, huh? HA! No one steals from the great Mammon and gets away with it! Iâm gonna dismantle whatever little nest youâve hidden away my treasures in, and as for you, ya nuisance, Iâm gonna-â Mammon ripped the cover off, his sentence petering off as he peered into the trap. â...huh?â
Inside the trap was not the rat or mouse he had been expecting. Instead, it appeared to be⌠a human? Did humans come this small?Â
âOi!â Mammon yanked the cage up by its handle, bringing it to eye level and throwing its occupant to the ground. âWhat the heck is this? Who are ya and why are you so punny?âÂ
Why, this girl couldnât be larger than Mammonâs hand, and she just sat there trembling and gazing back up at him. He frowned, giving the cage a good shake and jostling her further.
âHello? Iâm talking to you, bite sized!â Mammon sneered, still infuriated at all his stuff going missing. âWhatâs up with ya? And hey, whatâs the big idea, coming in here and stealinâ what doesnât belong to you? HUH? Ever thought about that?â
âI-IâŚâ She gaped like a fish, her tiny frightened voice no higher than a whisper.
âMaybe I outta teach you a lesson.â Mammon huffed, reaching up to fiddle with the spring lock.Â
âNo! Please!â She cried out, but Mammon snapped her up with deft fingers. She was absolutely miniature in his hand, like holding a frightened lilâ bird. And just like a canary, she began to sing, hurriedly explaining herself as if her life depended on it. âIâm sorry, I- weâre only supposed to take what wonât be noticed, I never meant for-â
âWhat, so that makes it okay to steal from me?â Mammon argued, a bit peeved that someone was using the same logic he used to justify taking his brotherâs valuables and selling them online.Â
The little person frantically shook her head. âNo, no I know it doesnât, but I was just hungry, and you hadnât touched it for a few days, and-â
âAnd what?â Mammon scrunched up his nose. âYou decided to scrounge around for scraps? Gross! Why didnât you just head to the kitchen instead of being a sneaky freeloader?â
The intruder just blinked up at him. âI⌠Iâm not exactly a welcome guest.â
âSure ya are.â Mammon declared. There was no way in hell he was gonna let this lilâ freeloader continue to just leech off him. If they were gonna stick around, Mammon was gonna make them everyoneâs problem. âCâmon, Iâll show you where Lucifer hides the good stuff.â Mammon explained, heading out towards the kitchen.
