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“Ouija Shark.”
Robbie looked at the movie Daisy held up, looked at his girlfriend, then back to the movie. A terrifying and massive shark head was popping out of the water in front of a bikini-clad woman holding an ouija board with the tagline ’Gonna need a bigger board’. His deadpan stare must have been expected as Daisy’s amused grin only grew.
“Eh? Eh? Come on, this looks so dumb,” Daisy said as she glanced at the cover of the movie. “Even you can’t get all uptight about this.”
He bit back the response that it wasn’t just him that hated all things Ouija board related but Daisy already knew that. “That sounds like something they would say at the start of a horror movie…” Grumbling as he took the movie from her, Robbie skimmed the summary. “We could just skip Ouija-related things, you know.”
Now it was his turn to receive a deadpan stare and Robbie decided to spare himself a losing fight. It was just a stupid movie, what harm was there in indulging Daisy.
As a kid, The Floor is Lava was a fun game. It was a hell of a lot less fun when the floor was more like the ocean and there was the spirit of a murder shark prowling it.
“I said I was sorry!” Daisy held the leg of his coffee table like a bat, looking for the fin of the shark.
“For what, bringing a shark into my living room or breaking my furniture.” Robbie also held a leg of the table, his aglow with hellfire as he waited for the Rider to alter him.
“Both. And for the other furniture, I’ll probably break.” She grinned and shrugged at him. “I’ll replace it.”
“Not with IKEA shit, I want nice stuff.” The Rider perked up and Robbie pointed towards the front door, his finger tracking the path of the shark.
“Have you seen my room on base? Why would I buy nice stuff for a place I don’t even live in? Now I’m limiting you to garage sales.” The fin poked up from the carpet, swimming towards them and gaining speed. “It’s going to jump, is he ready this time?”
Robbie gave the Rider a prod, making sure the demon was actually going to do his part this time. The Rider was oddly fascinated (and dare he say fond?) of the shark and had not banished the spirit the first time murder shark had lanched itself at them. “We’re ready. And you could, live here I mean.”
He didn’t get a chance to see Daisy’s reaction, the Rider taking over his senses to follow the incoming threat. The shark spirit leaped out of the carpet, growing more opaque and solid-looking as it came at them. Daisy ‘caught’ it with her powers, keeping it in the air and in a tangible state. Now the Rider took full control, flesh burning away from skeletal fingers before grabbing hold of the shark’s tail. The shark thrashed but its struggle only fanned the flames of hellfire that started to consume it. The only sound the shark made was the chomping of its teeth before it was burned away and Robbie felt the magic of the spirit fade away with the Rider also retreating back into his dark corner.
Hoping off the back of the couch, Robbie went to inspect the damage Daisy’s vibrations had done to the wall. Nothing too bad though he wondered if he could pump hellfire into the house and fix everything…
“Were you being serious?” Daisy was still standing on the back of the couch, her expression guarded. He had been serious, he wouldn’t have joked about something like that knowing what he did about Daisy. This wasn’t exactly how he had planned on asking her to move in but when did anything in their relationship happen in a normal way.
“Yeah, I’m serious. I’ve already cleaned out half my closet in case you said ye-” His couch was knocked back as Daisy used her powers to close the distance and answer with a kiss.