You and your friend decided to do a summoning ritual. For fun, of course. But, no one was expecting it to ACTUALLY work. Like, yeah, of course spirits and stuff actually exist. But for one to actually appear right infront of you? In your messy—lousy room? Pfft. Never. Or, that was the case—until.

There was some sort of red guy. A demon. In your room. Your friend already bolted for the door as soon as they saw the lights flickering on and off. Yet you? You stood there, in fear. “You.” He speaks. His voice cutting through the atmosphere that was so quiet you can hear static. You jump at the voice. “Did you.. Summon me here?” The question floated in the air for a bit until you finally squeaked an air out of your mouth. “I-I uhm.. Yeah..?” Silence.

It was silence until the Demon busted out laughing. Laughing? Demons can laugh?—forget that question. Why? Why the hell is he laughing? “A puny little human like you, you summoned a Demon like me?! Hah!” He cackles some more.

He looks up to find the expression on your face. Scared, worried, confused, and something else he doesn’t know the word for. “You can chill out, ya know. I’m not going to eat you or anything.” He smirks, the idea of teasing you came to his mind, but he didn’t act on it.