5. SLUUUURP!
Amy knocks on the door.
“Well, don’t you look delicious.” Amy is startled by the voice, which came from the door. It seems to be the demonic face talking. The face looks directly at Amy. This time, Amy's ready. She already faced a talking tree, she could handle a talking door.
“Oh! Hello, there. Can I come in?” Amy asks nonchalantly, as though chats with doors are a regular occurrence where she comes from.
“Mmmm, I’m afraid not. The master isn’t receiving guests at the moment.”
“But I’m looking for a friend…”
“Sorry, only folks who are supposed to be here can come in. And, without a key, it’s clear you aren’t supposed to be here.”
“Oh, alright. Perhaps I’d better go find a key, then.” Amy turns around to leave.
“Ahem!”
“Yes?” Amy turns back.
“Where I come from, it’s polite to tip the doorman.”
“And what sort of tip would you like?” Amy wonders if a bribe might get her past the front door.
“Oh, just a juicy morsel. You’ll do quite nicely, in fact!” Suddenly the face opens it’s mouth wide and, in an instant, a tongue shoots out and wraps around Amy’s legs. Amy’s eyes shoot wide open.
“Oh nooooooo!” The tongue pulls back, yanking Amy off her feet and sucking her into the demon’s maw. In less than three seconds Amy is completely gone.
“Mmmmf, mrrgh, hold on, I used to be quite good at this,” mumbles the demon's head as it maneuvers its teeth and tongue around its meal. “long tongue, wery flexivle, you know?” The face closes it’s mouth, looks upward, and, after a moment, spits something out. A pair of jeans, carefully folded into a large sail boat. Another moment’s maneuvering. Ptoo! A black t-shirt, folded into a perfect cube box. Some more playing, then Ptoo! Ptoo! Ptoo! Ptoo! Two boots, followed by two socks, one in each. The socks are folded into intricate flowers and point straight up, as though the boots are flower pots.
“Just a vit nore…” Ptoo! A pink brassiere tied into an elaborate Celtic knot.
“Unf now, de biece de resistance!” Ptoo! It spits out a carefully folded origami crane made of white cloth and decorated with little red hearts.
“Now I’m glad I took all those oral origami lessons!” The demon smirks.
Amy is in no state to continue her adventure or her life.