Ding!
Archangels Gabriel and Michael sat glowering at the nearby hovering screen. It was emitting chimes practically nonstop.
13:24:45: [Aziraphale] Moved one (1) plastic cup to trash bin. 13:24:47: [Aziraphale] Moved one (1) cigarette butt to trash bin. 13:24:48: [Aziraphale] Moved one (1) plastic straw to trash bin. 13:24:49: [Aziraphale] Moved one (1) styrofoam container to trash bin. 13:24:52: [Aziraphale] Moved one (1) left sock to trash bin.
“Why doesn’t he just miracle all of them in at once?” Michael asked in frustration.
“You damn well know why,” Gabriel muttered. Ever since that horrifying day that Aziraphale stood in a column of demonfire and then belched out a gout of it at them, it seemed that he was going out of his way to just piss off the management with incessant spam.
Gabriel sighed in relief when he saw that the onslaught of messages stopped for a bit. “Anyway. I was thinking that if we do want to arrange for the Big One™, we might want to–”
Ding!
13:25:49: [Aziraphale] Removed one (1) Swastika graffiti.
Michael glanced at the screen. Then she shrugged and shared a nod with Gabriel. “Fair.”
“… we might want to have you get a few more ‘contacts’ in low places, if you know what I mean,” Gabriel continued.
Michael took a breath to respond.
Ding!
13:25:58: [Aziraphale] Applied one (1) graffiti reading ‘Gabriel <3 Beelzebub.’
Michael stared at Gabriel, her eyebrows twitching up questioningly.
Gabriel shifted uncomfortably in his chair, “… well, now he’s just being petty. Come on, Aziraphale.”
Michael decided to ignore it and move on, “I may be able to make some arrangements. Even if the holy water didn’t work out as planned, the exchange was still marked as satisfactory…”
Ding!
13:26:15: [Aziraphale] Applied one (1) graffiti reading ‘Gabriel = Gross Matter.’
The two archangels scowled at the readout. “Something needs to be done about him,” Michael said.
Gabriel raised his eyebrows in a doubtful look. “Soooo… you saying you wanna be the one to confront him about it?”
Michael sat quietly for a moment, glancing aside nervously as she recalled the image of Aziraphale’s gleeful, hellfire-engulfed features.
“… on second thought, we have better things to do,” she murmured.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! …
13:26:49: [Aziraphale] Created one (1) grain of rice. 13:26:50: [Aziraphale] Created one (1) grain of rice. 13:26:51: [Aziraphale] Created one (1) grain of rice. 13:26:52: [Aziraphale] Created one (1) grain of rice. 13:26:53: [Aziraphale] Created one (1) grain of rice. 13:26:54: [Aziraphale] Created one (1) grain of rice. …
In Hell, they’re dealing with a new set of irritating readouts. Beelzebub is ready to resort to banging their head on their own throne.
13:31:40: [Crowley] littered (1) gum wrapper
13:31:58: [Crowley] littered (1) gum wrapper
13:32:04: [Crowley] littered (1) gum wrapper
13:32:47: [Crowley] littered (1) gum wrapper…
meanwhile in Heaven:
13:31:42: [Aziraphale] cleaned up (1) gum wrapper
13:32:00: [Aziraphale] cleaned up (1) gum wrapper
13:32:30: [Aziraphale] cleaned up (1) gum wrapper
13:32: 58: [Aziraphale] cleaned up (1) gum wrapper…
Meanwhile Aziraphale and Crowley are just sitting next to each other on a bench in St. James Park, with Crowley just tossing wrapper after wrapper at the ground, Aziraphale cleaning them up, and neither of them have stopped laughing for the last ten minutes.
Plot twist: there’s only one gum wrapper, they’re just passing it back and forth.
























