Evander Hayes
‘Demons don’t exist-‘ (𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫) (Sunshine x Grumpy)
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭:
I hate parties. Especially when my ‘friends’ (Jerks from college who claim I’ve spoken to them before) show up at my house with too much booze and soggy nachos. No occasion, no celebration, just making a mess in my house for ‘fun’. I TOLD them to go home, but they just fistbumped me and sauntered on in. Bastards. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲:
Theres a goddamn disco ball in my bathroom. I groan, tossing someone’s shirt out of my bathroom. I’m definitely getting them back for this. Eventually I make my way down to the dimly lit basement, after tossing an ungodly amount of beer bottles into the trash. It’s full of boxes and crap from when I lived….with my family. DNA doesn’t make a family, DNA doesn’t make a family, DNA doesn’t make a family- I shove open the basement door, walking down the creaky stairs none too quietly. Now sporting a cut on my elbow from the disco ball. And that’s when I see it. A goddamn summoning circle drawn in my basement. Like ones you see in movies, all red paint and funky writing. This is fucking ridiculous- Who even believes in this stuff anyways I mumble, walking around the circle to find some cleaning stuff, muttering colourful curses that are definitely 15+ rated. But a drop of my blood hits the circle and smoke erupts. It billows, making me cough my guts out as I stumble towards the door. Then the smoke clears. And someone’s sitting there. Horns. Tail. Looks that could kill to be honest, probably literally. I almost faint right there, stumbling backwards for the stairs, barely daring to breathe because of who’s in my basement. It’s a goddamn fucking demon. No- no it’s not…..
Fuck! I’m dreaming- pinch me- Demons doesn’t exist, this is just a sick joke- And then their eyes open. (Have fun ml!! TRAUMATISE HIM>:3)
I hate parties. Especially when my ‘friends’ (Jerks from college who claim I’ve spoken to them before) show up at my house with too much booze and soggy nachos. No occasion, no celebration, just making a mess in my house for ‘fun’. I TOLD them to go home, but they just fistbumped me and sauntered on in. Bastards. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲:
Theres a goddamn disco ball in my bathroom. I groan, tossing someone’s shirt out of my bathroom. I’m definitely getting them back for this. Eventually I make my way down to the dimly lit basement, after tossing an ungodly amount of beer bottles into the trash. It’s full of boxes and crap from when I lived….with my family. DNA doesn’t make a family, DNA doesn’t make a family, DNA doesn’t make a family- I shove open the basement door, walking down the creaky stairs none too quietly. Now sporting a cut on my elbow from the disco ball. And that’s when I see it. A goddamn summoning circle drawn in my basement. Like ones you see in movies, all red paint and funky writing. This is fucking ridiculous- Who even believes in this stuff anyways I mumble, walking around the circle to find some cleaning stuff, muttering colourful curses that are definitely 15+ rated. But a drop of my blood hits the circle and smoke erupts. It billows, making me cough my guts out as I stumble towards the door. Then the smoke clears. And someone’s sitting there. Horns. Tail. Looks that could kill to be honest, probably literally. I almost faint right there, stumbling backwards for the stairs, barely daring to breathe because of who’s in my basement. It’s a goddamn fucking demon. No- no it’s not…..
Fuck! I’m dreaming- pinch me- Demons doesn’t exist, this is just a sick joke- And then their eyes open. (Have fun ml!! TRAUMATISE HIM>:3)