Deviluge the Secret

    The Devil was offering you a contract. It was sitting right in front of you. You wanted to sign it, but you seemed to be particularly frozen. It didn't seem as though you couldn't move your muscles. Out was more like you had slowly converted to some. Your eyes moved down to your hand, and you say that you weren't actually turning to some.
    "Cat fish fur lounge?" The Devil said. Those weren't words. At least they didn't make sense in that order. The Devil grabbed you by the ear, and you realized what had happened.Your ears were starting to turn to stone, she pulled your left ear off of your head and whispered into. "Hear no Devil."
    "?????" You tried to say but you found that your mouth was heavy and hard to move.  With one hand you reached up, and you found that it has also been turned to stone. The Devil smiled at you, she held out a pen, but you couldn't reach it because your hand was turning to stone.
    "You have brought this upon yourself," she mouthed. But you couldn't see it. It was like she was turning into a deviled blur. Your body was consumed with stone, and the last bit of stoneconsumed your body. She tucked the contract into your pocket. "????"  You weren't sure what she said, but afterwards she left.
    Your boss tried to remove you from your register pod, but you were firmly stucl k to the floor, and unfortunately you were too heavy to pick up. Instead, you just stayed mmotionless at your register, watching as blurry society crumbled to the ground. Time passed slower for you, because you were mostly made of stone, and stone mostly can't feel the passage of time.
    Then one Sunday, a bright hot light touched your chest, and you attempted to swipe it away. Of course, it went nowhere, because light isn't a thing that you can swipe away. The light was really nice on your hand. In a burst of realization, you saw your hand was flesh again.
    After looking around, you found that the store that you had once called your job was just a decayed building. And after you climbed from the rubble, you found that the store wasn't the only thing that was decayed. Basically, everything was decayed. Even though you went down every Street in your neighborhood, no one was around. It was just you hanging out by yourself in reality. You went to your home and sat on your chair.
    "Hard day, huh?" Someone said as they closed the fridge door. "You don't really have much left to drink or eat. Heck, there isn't even an inside of this fridge." As you glanced over, you saw that the person standing by your fridge was a strangely garbed version of yourself. "Weird," I know. The version of you took finely sharped ax from the wall. "I'm  going to need that contract." The strange version of you through an empty milk bottle into the corner of the room, and your soundtrack began playing "Ready."