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Pip, Gregory, Christophe, and Pocket found themselves sitting in a circle around a board.
It was a Ouija board.
Typically, Pip wouldn't be caught dead using an Ouija board
But for some reason, his friends brought the board to his house, and somehow convinced him to use it with them.
So, they sat in a circle, in Pip's room. They had already started the ritual. Pip, Gregory, Pocket and Christophe sat in the circle with their index finger on the planchet. (That's what it's called, I guess)
The group began asking questions, obviously since that's what you do with an Ouija board.
"Are you real?" Pocket asked.
The planchet inched towards 'yes'.
"Why wouldn't a spirit be real?" Christophe asked, annoyed by Pocket's dumb question.
"Yeah, that's kind of dumb." Gregory agreed.
"What's your name?" Pip asked, seemingly out of nowhere.
The planchet shifted over to a series of letters.
The group stared at the board, trying to spell the name out. Pip wrote the name down quickly, it spelled 'Damien'.
"Damien? Like from The Omen?" Gregory asked.
"Why or How would our spirit be the Antichrist?" Christophe asked.
"Maybe it isn't the Antichrist. Maybe their name is just a name." Pocket explained.
"Yeah. What are you? Gender, I mean." Gregory asked.
The planchet shifted over to the letter 'B'.
"Wow, a letter." Christophe mumbled sarcastically.
"How old are you?" Pip asked.
The planchet moved over the board, and got the number 17.
"Wow, the spirit is the same age as us-" Christophe began sarcastically.
"Most of us. I'm 18." Pip added quickly.
"Right." Christophe mumbled.
After a series of questions, the group was getting ready to finish up until Gregory got the bright idea to ask the spirit if it had any questions for them.
The planchet moved over to a series of letters, Pip wrote down the sentence.
'Does your guy's lives suck?'
Even though the sentence was grammatically incorrect, they still answered.
"That's dumb, my life is perfect, I love myself." Gregory said.
Christophe shrugged, "I like my life despite my mothers' efforts to make me 'pure'."
"Nope, nothing from me." Pocket said.
"My life on sucks because I'm me. I deal with it fine." Pip said, lying only a bit because he most definitely was not fine.
Living with his sister that didn't provide, or do anything to take care of him kind of sucked.
After that, Christophe deemed playing with the Ouija board dumb and they ended the session afterward.
"Pip? Can you keep the board here for me tonight? My mom would crucify me if she found this." Christophe asked.
Typically, Pip would say no, since he didn't even like Christophe, but this time he agreed.
So, as everyone left, Pip put up the Ouija board.
He went on with his night as usual, eating whatever he went out and bought something from the local taco shop, (it was the only place in town with actual edible food) going home, taking a shower, getting ready for bed and whatnot.
Pip would occasionally glance towards his closet, where he put the Ouija board in the first place.
He knew his sister would probably kick him out if she found it, but she genuinely had no reason to be in his room. They were more roommates than siblings in all honesty.
Once Pip was old enough, and he got a job, she stopped being there for him financially.
He had to have rent money and light bill money, which might sound bad at first, cause you know, you have to make your $558.87 a week go towards that. But his sister at least gave him the reasonable, reasonable price of $600.
Now it might sound bad to some people but since to Pip, that was a little bit more than his salary in a week, he didn't really mind much since he got paid enough to pay $600.
Aside from that, it still kind of sucked for some reason. You know, the whole, 'My sister isn't really there for me financially, I have to buy my own school supplies.'
But it's still kind of better than most sister, step-sister and sister-in-law, or just sister acts at this point.
So, now we are back. Pip was sitting in his room, reading a book... on AO3, but it was a good book from whatever awesome fandom you can think of... hopefully.
So, Pip was scrolling on his phone, reading a story from whatever awesome fandom that's actually good and not some horrific cringy fandom, I hope.
Until a thought popped into his head. Well, technically, there had been a spirit named Damien in his house and he was... cool, I guess.
Maybe Damien was a little odd but, that's all you got from a spirit.
Pip felt like he wanted to do a bit more with the board in all honesty. But then again, he doesn't mess with Ouija boards, he's kind of not trying to burn in hell for all eternity.
Sure, he was definitely a homosexual. But people didn't really think he was a twink because he was tall.
Apparently you have to be this short, tiny, guy, that can't defend themselves, and they also have to depend on their alpha to take care of them.
Pip didn't match that description very well. He was this tall, kind of- no, really lanky guy, meaning he was awkwardly tall for some reason.
He wasn't the tallest in his grade but he was taller than Tweek Tweak and that worked for him.
He had to be maybe 5'11 or something close to that, which is taller than whatever short people think.
Aside from that, Pip ended up taking out the board and playing again.
He repeat the same process as before, asking dumb questions, and getting not as dumb responses.
He felt his questions had no meaning. At least, that's what it felt like.
At some point, Pip decided that was enough and finished up. He finished with a goodnight and put the board back in his closet. He'd have to give it back to Christophe tomorrow.
Pip went to bed that night and he fell asleep to the sound of rain.
Which I don't understand how you can physically do that, noise sucks when you're trying to sleep unless its CaseOh's voice playing Minecraft hardcore, remember when he saved that ocelot from the tree?
Anyways, it was raining hard. Pip knew that it wasn't supposed to rain, yet again, the news wasn't always right in South Park.
Rain was a pretty rare thing in South Park, since it was always snowing, so for it to rain this hard just had to be a good thing.
This rain wasn't as good as Pip anticipated.
It rained hard that night. Pip liked the noise.
But there was a rather loud thundering.
The lighting had flashed outside Pip's window.
The power went out for a moment, then came back on.
Pip slept well that night.
It was nice.