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Soon Al-dip (Cody gave up on reconciling the two names once he heard the girls refer to themselves as the Cult of Dippingsauce) called the group together to get the homework out of the way. This left Justin, Cody, and the rabbit alone in the summons room.
"So...how'd you meet Dip-cor-or-whatever-his-name-is-now?" Cody decided to break the ice.
Justin jumped, then stammered out, "W-well, just as O-our Lo-I mean, Alcor, said, I w-was in a b-b-branch of his c-cult when some...things...went d-down. After that, I p-pretty much searched f-f-for a safe branch and f-found this. What ab-bout you?"
Cody grinned. "My friends and I summoned him to get into a demonology convention even though we were underage. He's actually pretty good at balancing french fries on his nose."
"F-french fries..?!" Justin seemed taken aback, but before they could say any more, they heard two things from the others.
First was an undignified, kittenlike yelp.
Second was a word.
"PARTYTIIIIIIIIME!"
Justin gulped. "Oh noooo..."
"What 'oh no,' what should I be worried about, and are you always this yellow-green in the face?" Cody asked worriedly.
"In reverse; Maybe, THAT, AND OH SHOOT OH SHOOT OH SHOOT OH SHOOT HERE THEY COME!" Justin squeaked and dashed away.
Cody stared after him, then asked the rabbit, "Why'd he run off?"
Something landed on Cody's back right then. Something big, heavy, purring, and with bat wings and OH GOSH.
WHAT EVEN.
Cody spun around, trying to get a better look at the being that now clung to his shirt.
Hissing like a cat.
But in an impeccable suit, tie, and top hat.
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WHY THE FRIIICK WAS ALC-PER ACTING LIKE A FRICKING CAT?!
"Hey, Cody! Looks like he likes you!" Cassie cackled, running over.
"Cassie? HOW-??" Cody gestured wildly at ALCOR THE FLIPPIN' DREAMBENDER, who was LICKING HIS FLIPPIN' HAIR. "WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?!"
Cassie didn't answer, just started snapping pictures with a maniacal grin plastered on her face.
The rabbit took this moment to hop up to Cody's head.
Now with a bunny on his head and a demon on his back, Cody thought he had officially seen it all.
Alc-Dip-cor-per-or-whatever would later remark that it's funny how wrong he was.