Eat You

One

"Dude, why are you swinging your phone around so much?
"I'm documenting."
"Documenting... us playing a game...?"
"Yeah, I'm posting it on Snapchat. Also I made a blog and I'm taking pictures of everybody and putting it on there."
"You made a blog? Just now?"
"Yeah, just now."
"You're dumb Craig. You have no idea how many notifications you get from tumblr."
"Hey, stuff a sock in it, my unfortunate gene sharer."
"I love you too, cousin!"
Clyde snickered as Y/n wrapped their arm around Craig's shoulders and jokingly batted their eyes. Craig shoved Y/n off, which made them teeter in place for a couple of seconds before falling over. "Ow!"
The group burst out laughing. "Anyway," Craig said, opening his phone again. "Since I don't want to wait, I've decided I'm just gonna use the questions people are sending me."
"That's boring," Kyle said.
"Who do you think he is, someone exciting?" Y/n said while rolling their eyes.
"Fair enough."

Stan asked, "How do we do this again?"
"I'm pretty sure everybody touches a part of the planchette?" Token responded. He was clearly taking shots in the dark.
"Dude, speak English. What the hell is a planchette," Craig said.
Y/n pulled his beanie over his eyes and said, "It's the only thing on the board, silly."
"Oh."
Everyone put their hand on the planchette. Token said, "Wait, don't cover the glass piece."
"Why?" Clyde asked.
Y/n said, "Do any of you know how a Ouija board works?"
"No, I just like asking questions."
Y/n mumbled a soft, "oh.". Craig glared over at Kenny and said, "Kenny, do you mind not caressing my hand with your fucking thumb, please."
"Dude there's not much place to hold."
"There's plenty of space to hold."
"Guys, my arms are short and my hands are big. I can't reach," Clyde whined.
"Oh my God, you're all so annoying," Stan said.
"Okay, okay," Token said. "Is everyone holding on?"
Everyone in the group nodded.
"Okay. What should we ask first?"

Craig grabbed his phone with his left hand, unlocking it. "Uhh... 'If there's any spirit watching, I bet I can kick your ass.'"
Y/n said, "You can't kick a demon's ass."
"Maybe not, but I can kick your's."
"Hey, don't do that!"
"Not now, you two. Nothing is moving anyway."
Craig stuck his tongue out at Y/n, who returned the gesture. "Let's try 'is anyone there?' because you always hear that in movies."
Nothing moved.
Craig said, "Hey, spirit, if you don't talk to us soon, you're an asshole."
The planchette started moving.
"Who's doing that? Stan?"
"Wh-What's is spelling?" Jimmy asked.
"H...e...y."
"Hey?"
Craig stared for a moment. He opened his mouth, but Y/n interrupted. "Hey, spirit."
Token looked over at Jimmy. "Jimmy, come on man. Don't pretend to move the thing; it's not that funny."
Jimmy pointed at Token. "Exc-c-cuse me, Token. It wasn't me, and q-quite frankly, I'm offended that you'd think I'd st-st...stoop so low for a joke."
"Okay, then who else would have done it."
"Maybe everybody's moving it subconsciously," Y/n said.
"I am not! I'm super thinking about it!" Clyde said, throwing up his left arm. Kyle sighed. "Can we just get onto another question before this becomes an issue?"
"Yeah, okay... 'Can you make things move, Mr. Spirit Sir?'"
"Your guys' room is so boring and clean, I don't think there's anything it could move," Token told Craig and Y/n.
"It's a virtue," Y/n said.
"People are sending some really du-"
"Ah! It moving again!"
The planchette spelled out 'sure'.
"You know, there's a simple fucking 'yes right on the corner, right? Like you didn't have to put so much effort into spelling out 'sure'."
The planchette spelled out 'fuck you'.
"Wow, okay. Fuck you too Clyde."
Y/n said, "Craig!"
Something moved, a faint squeaking sound. Y/n was the only one who heard it though. Except Clyde did too.
"What do you want from us! Why are you here! Do you know if the Broncos are gonna win the Superbowl this year!"
"Hey, calm down Clyde."
"Let's ask for its name."
The planchette moved to 'no'.
"Why the Hell not?" Kenny demanded.
"Kenny, it's the spirit's name. They don't have to tell us."
The planchette spelled out 'cuz'.
"Wow, awesome explanation."

Y/n withdrew their hand from the planchette, but Kenny grabbed their hand and put it back. Craig said, "Hey spirit or demon or whatever, if you're really, super are here, do something that'll actually make Clyde pee his pants."
"You sure you want that on your carpet?"
"Wouldn't be the first time he's pissed himself in here."
"Haha. Wait what-"
Clyde let out an eardrum-shattering scream as the door creaked open. "Oh, fuck, the door opened," Kenny said with mild interest.
"Sp-p-pooky!" Jimmy said.
Craig took a picture. "Oh shit."
Everyone leaned to look at the picture. It was horribly glitched out. "Why did get all weird?"
"Maybe your camera cracked when you dropped it on the counter yesterday," Y/n suggested. "No, I took like, three pictures earlier."
Craig took another picture. The glitched out anomaly had moved from the doorway. Y/n was quick to point it out, then said, "Hello?"
"You're dumb, Y/n," was what they got in response from everyone in the group. "We're going home," everyone said, in different variations. Craig said, "I'm going to bed, I can barely see straight. I'm super high. You stay up and do, fucking, whatever."
Craig climbed to the top bunk of the bunk bed and laid down. He didn't even bother to change into pajamas. He was passed out cold. Y/n sat on the ground. They uncertainly put their hand on the planchette. "Hello? Are you here? Like, actually in this room?"
The planchette moved to 'yes'.
Y/n jerked their hand away. "Uh... G-Goodbye."

Y/n quickly changed into pajamas, then got into bed. They jumped when they heard a knock at the window. They covered their head with the blanket, so they didn't see the tall, red and black demon in the room with them.