Demons of Hell (Closed, but stalkers are welcome~)

He hums quietly, looking around for Met, not seeing him anywhere. "Met?" He calls gently.

The backroom's door shut when Jason looked over.

Met peered around the room. It was like a larger broom cabinet, but with a kitchen, a little lounge and cubbies. There was even a little door to exit the mall. Sitting in a chair and moving back and fourth, was a ratty little man with long blonde hair, watery gray eyes and a pointed nose.
Met moved down all of his scarves and gently called, "Hey um… are you okay?"

Jason looks around. He felt panic in his chest
Where was Met? He did see the door but he was in to much of a mess of worries to comprehend it.

The person jumped to his feet, sending the gray wire chair a clatter, making a loud noise on the wall. Met flinched. "I'm not going to hurt you. Calm down!" He felt Jason panicking and glanced over at the door. He walked over and opened it a little, hoping Jason would see and come investigate.

Jason sees the door open a tad and he calms down a little. He rushes towards the door.

Met glanced over his shoulder when Jason's anxious face appeared.
The mousy man glanced at the pair, back and forth, backing up a little.

Jason looks at Met, then at the man. "What's going on?" He asks in confusion.

Met made a faint noise in his throat and gestured towards the mousy man.
The mousy man looked at the pair of them. "I…I could ask the same question!"

Jason looks at Met for an explanation. "What is it?" He asks gently.

Met looked a little uncomfortable in being put in the spot. He turned to address the man. "I just want to help you!"
"With what?" The mousy man asked, though his eyes darted around.

Jason raises his hand. "Met…" He warns softly.

Met looked at Jason. "What?? He… he wants to kill himself!"
The mousy man backed away. "How do you know that?"

Jason raises his hand. "Met." He didn't want Met to get hurt because of his gift.

Met shook his head. "I'll be fine! Look," He turned to the man. "You have a purpose, okay? Please don't kill yourself, I bet you're a wonderful person!"

Jason looks at the other man, standing protectively beside Met. He takes a breath. He didn't like this one bit.

The man shook his head. "No-no I'm fine. I won't be doing anything, I promise."
Met stepped forward. "I don't mean to intimidate you!"

Jason looks at Met. "Met." He takes his hand gently. "Calm down."

Met frowned and looked back at Jason. "He has to listen. I don't want to hurt him!"

Jason nods. "I know, baby. But you're freaking him out." He says gently.

Met squeezed Jason's hand and gave him a begging look.
"Who are you two?" The man ejaculated loudly.

Jason sighs before looking at Met with concern. "Alright."

Met inhaled softly and looked at the man. "I'm Met. And… I'm a Supernatural. I read minds."
The man blinked stupidly at Met. "You are??"

Jason holds Met's hand, his gaze on the man. He looks towards Met for a split second, squeezing his hand comfortingly.

Met inhaled a little; he didn’t like telling people he was a Mind Reader for this reason. “Yes, I am.”

Jason looks at the man. "We want to help." He says softly, glancing at Met once again before letting out a soft sigh.

The mousy man moved his shoulders back. “Why do you want to help me?”
“Because no mind deserves to be like this. Everyone’s minds are different in their own way, and it’s tragic to see one be destroyed!”

Jason nods, holding Met's hand. He takes a gentle breath, his mind racing with possibilities.

Met squeezed Jason’s hand, conveying how nervous he was. “Please. Don’t.”
The mousy man seemed to be holding his breath. “What’s so special about mine?”

Jason watches the man with curious eyes. He speaks up. "Every mind is special, every person is unique." He goes silent.

The mousy man looked at Jason. “Are you one, too?”
“No. He’s a human.”