Amby was walking to his dorm from the University after his Algebra 2 class. He was going to be a college math professor. His dorm was about two blocks away from the University, and it was around noon. Once he got home he was going to make a frozen pizza and some mashed potatoes and corn. He knew it was an odd combination, but he liked it.

Cold. It was pretty cold out. Only about twenty degrees Fahrenheit and all he had was a thin black and grey Under Armor sweatshirt on and some new blue jeans. 

He passed the Cen-ex that marked the halfway point between the University and the dorms, so he decided to head in and get himself a snack. So Amby walked into the gas station and walked down the aisle that had all the crackers and chips and popcorn in it when another person walked in. The new customer was tall and very muscular, with jet black hair slicked back, and a very chiseled face, and a dark blue snowmobiling jacket on. He had a massive grin on his face.

He walked over to the aisle that Amby was in and quite quietly, in a velvety smooth voice, said, "Hey there, I'm M. My real name doesn't really matter so just call me M.". "Oh, uh, hey. Alright, that works for me." Replied Amby timidly. "M" continued the conversation: "So uh I saw you in Algebra back at the University just a bit ago and I thought you looked pretty fun. Wanna get out of here and go hang out at my dorm. I got pizzas and a bunch of pop."

Amby hadn't made any friends at the University yet and it was already almost the end of the first semester, so he decided that he should take the offer so he could have something to do more often.

"Sure we can hang. Just let me get a snack quick and we can go." Amby grabbed a big can of Original flavor Pringles. "I can pay for you.", said M quickly. "Uh. . . okay, thanks!" Amby said happily.

They both got to the counter. M asked the person at the till to grab a pack of Marlboro Reds. He then payed for the chips and cigarettes. They walked out of the store and M led Amby across the street towards the first buildings of dorms. He walked toward the first building and led Amby inside.

As soon as the door closed, the building suddenly disappeared and Amby was floating in a humongous, black void. M was nowhere to be seen. Then all of a sudden a large swatch of the blackness shot at Amby's mouth, forced it open, and creeped down his throat and up his nostrils and into his eye sockets. He vomited and then blacked out.

Amby woke up in his bedroom at his dorm. He was sprawled across the floor with drool all over his face. There was a pizza tray on his bed with a pepperoni pizza made on it that was steaming hot. Beside it was a small bowl of mashed potatoes with corn mixed into it. He had a massive headache and was extremely hungry. He started to think a bit. "How did I get back to my dorm? Who made the food? What the hell was that blackness and what the hell went into my face?! Is someone at my dorm? Did M bring me here?" All of these thoughts and more were rushing through his mind. He got up and decided to ignore the food for now and he wandered out of his room to see who made all the food and brought him here.

There was a Post-It note on the fridge. Amby pulled it off and tried to clear his head as he looked down and started to read. "Meet me behind your dorm building tonight at 9" The handwriting was amazing, and at the bottom of the note was a large M signed in cursive. He looked at his microwave. It was 6:27. He was out for over six hours!

He went back into his room and started eating the pizza. As he was eating his fifth slice of the pizza, all of a sudden his headache just stopped. Then, slowly, the back of his started throbbing slightly.

"Hi there." Amby jumped almost a foot off of his bed. Where did that voice come from? He looked around his room very frantically.

"In here." Amby jumped again. "In where?!" Amby shouted a bit louder than he meant to

"In your head!" the voice shouted back. Amby jumped even higher. Amby, shocked, said, "Wait why? How?"

"Because you can help me. I am the darkness and I can get ANYWHERE, that's how" it replied

"Who are you?!" Amby whispered urgently

"Who am I? Who am I? I. am. Mephistopheles. Demonic lord of the mind and deals. And you will do as I say. UNDERSTOOD??"

Amby nodded his head very enthusiastically in fear. "Are- . . . Are you M?" Amby asked. "Ah, so the flesh bag has a brain! Yes, it is I, M."

Amby didn't think he could take anymore. All of a sudden his vision was narrowing and then- blackness. He had blacked out again.