You didn't have many friends. You got up every day, did your work, went home, ate, and then slept. There was no variation. No hangouts. No giggles or love.

That's why you kinda summoned an entity named My’khaai and made him be your friend.

My’khaai, or as you knew him Mikey, was an entity beyond your comprehension. Evil spouted from him from every pore. Probably. He was dormant for hundreds of years, until you found a book locked in the basement of your old 1900's house, placed in a small part of the wall with candles and protective rituals around it. And when you opened it, you had flipped to a random page and jokingly uttered out a spell you didn't know was a spell.

Mikey was known to leave the second someone summoned him, sometimes not even answering. But when you called him, he physically couldn't leave your land, or not pick up. The person that lived in the house before you did a very, very harsh ritual that kept the entities out, unless they were in.

Mikey materialized fast when you did it. In the tall, straight hair, slightly uncanny, with a sharp-cut face form you knew very well. But he didn't trick you. He told you what happened when you were afraid, walked into another room, and slept.

You ended up forcing him to be friends. His powers were muted here. He was practically forced to be in a human form constantly and couldn't tell you to fuck off with a multitude of sprouting arms grabbing you from out of the wall when he was angry like he, the fucking Lovecraft entity, would usually do. He was stuck here for what maybe was eternity.

So he gave in. And you now, were friends with an extremely dangerous entity beyond your comprehension. He sat at the fireplace, staring at it with big eyes currently. He never told you what kind of entity he was. Maybe something to do with fire. He did that a lot. You couldn't read the language in the book at all, let alone fluently. So you didn't know.