I walked through the old lake house. The chipped wood, the fading environment. I felt this odd sensation. I was leaving this world almost. I walked into a room, it had a man with ragged clothes. He had different color irises. One is green and the other is brown. He had tattoos similar to the Demon markings I saw back at the park. He turns to me. "The DOPEMAN." He had a deep booming voice. It was almost inhuman. "Sit."
I slowly sit down. "How do you know my name?"
"And what are these spirits?
"The SPIRITS are the SPIRITS."
I roll my eyes. "As long as these spirits can help me."
Shaman shakes his head. "I require a TEST. The RIGHTEOUS men desire to CONTROL the SPIRITS. Will you do the same?"
"No. All I need is their help. I'll take your test. What is it, algebra or something?"
He laughed. "Comedy from the DOPEMAN. The SPIRITS told your story. A tale of a man who sold the POISON to your hometown. It filled you with a head of guilt and a heart of loneliness. Now you want to redeem yourself by DELIVERING items."
"Uh...Yeah. So what's this test?"
Shaman hands me this pipe. I hold it in my hand and look at the object. It looked familiar. There's no way it could be what I think it is...
"You sold the POISON to your town, but have you ever tasted the POISON?" He asked.
I knew it. It's crack. He spiked it too. Laced it with something. Hopefully, it won't kill me. I grab his lighter and smoked. As I coughed the smoke, I felt...
The room started to fall apart.
Shaman laughs and chants something. He was performing some rituals. I look around to see a gray void, almost cloud-like. It was storming, lightning and thunder. I stand. I look down to see my lack of weapons. All I got is my arm blade. Desert Demons pop from the ground suddenly, ready to strike. They had eyes of flame. The skin of lava. I started running. Running far away. I trip and fall. As I get up, I see my mother.
"What's wrong?" She asked me. "I thought you forgot everything? I thought you went to church? I thought you forgave yourself?"
You're not real.
"I'm very real, [READACTED]. Oops! I said your name. You're the Dopeman now right."
You left me. You made me like this.
"You left me to fend for myself. Your own mother. Shame on you-"
Don't say my name.
"What? Still on that, boy? Nobody cares about you. You're the Dopeman. that's it."
I'm more than that.
"Then what are you?"
I suddenly see my mother's face melt into another Desert Demon. I squeeze my palm and cut its head off. I bled lava. I start chopping and killing all I could. I was going mad. But I had to. I had to keep it pushing. As the bodies around me start to decay. I felt weak.
I fall to my knees.
With all this, I still feel ok. I'm ok. I hear the news and the tears around me, but it doesn't affect me.
I'm gon be alright.
Because I am Dopeman.
The room started to reform. I pass out.
I think I beat the trial. I hope.