The Elevator Sixth Floor (Patreon)

Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused trouble to others for his own amusement. Cardonali had the ability to put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted to. He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an elevator waiting to see who would get in. 

Fifteen-year-old Gary was taking his little seven-year-old sister Stacy to a birthday party with all her friends.  Stacy had been excited for weeks to go to this pink-themed party where all the party-goers had to wear pink.  Everything and everybody at the party would be pink: from the decorations to the cupcakes to the flowers and balloons...everything.

Gary didn't want to go.  Someone had to take her when Stacy asked him to take her, he promised to would.

The pair got into the elevator.  Gary selected the floor where the party was located.

A few moments later, Stacy put her hands on her hips and informed Gary, "I don't want to go."

"You don't?"

"No, we can go home now."

"But, you promised you would go," Gary whined.

"I changed my mind.  I won't have any fun there.  There isn't anything for me to do."

"There will be cake.  You like cake."

"That isn't enough."

"Stacy you have to go.  I can't go if you don't go."

"So."

"So, I want to go and you promised we could go."

Gary was heartbroken.  He wanted to go to the party so much.  he wanted to see his friends, play all the games and eat the cake and everything that went with the party.  But he needed Stacy to take him.  She was the only one with a pink dress.

"Go without me,  Tell them I couldn't make it," Stacy suggested.

"You want me to go alone."

"Sure, why not."

"It's a pink-themed party, I'm not wearing pink."

"Well, go upstairs and change."

"Are you sure you don't want to go?"

"Positive."

"If you go, I'll do whatever you want."

"I don't care."

"I'll be your best brother."

"You aren't going to change my mind."

They returned to the apartment.  Gary looked through his clothing, there weren't any pink clothes at all.  Then he got an idea, Stacy isn't using the pink party dress, I'll try that.

Gary got the dress from Stacy's room, but there wasn't any way for a dress sized for a seven-year-old to fit on a fifteen-year-old.

When Stacy went in to check on her brother, she found him face down on the bed, with her pink dress on him, except the zipper was all the way down.  Gary was crying his eyes out, sobbing over and over again, "It won't fit!  It won't fit."

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