Family Fun! (Bad End Friends)

Yard Sale

Feel like it's been a while since we've done some silly shenanigans.

A man in a hooded robe looked over the circle in his basement. He looked down at his phone, hoping that the incantation the internet gave him would work. With a small breath, he began chanting, his eyes widening when the circle started glowing. A force pushed him to the ground and took control of his body, making him unconsciously chant demonic words. The world faded to gray and the circle was set on fire. When the fire died down the man gasped and looked up to find a very annoyed teenager in a black nightgown and a toothbrush in his mouth.

The teen took out the toothbrush and groaned, spitting whatever he had in his mouth onto the floor. "You've got to be kidding me," he grumbled, wiping the excess toothpaste from his mouth. The man (let's call him Carl) blinked in surprise. The teen looked at him and frowned, putting his hands on his hips. 

"What were you expecting some big bad demon? Maybe a creature of unimaginable terror? Newsflash Carl, looks can be deceiving." Carl blinked and shuddered. "H-how do you know my name?" "Cause I'm a demon of the mind, duh. Seriously they let any idiot work a summoning circle these days." The teen demon snapped and his clothes changed into a nice black priest suit. "Let's hurry this up, okay? Names Bipper Ciphpines, here to grant you a wish or whatever. So what do you want?"

Carl gulped and quickly got on his knees, bowing to Bipper. "Please oh powerful one, I don't ask for much. I-it's just that tomorrow I'll be holding a yard sale to raise money for my wife's surgery. I would eternally grateful if you made sure it went well." Bipper raised a brow and floated closer to the edge of the circle, the man's pleas suddenly catching his attention. "Yard-sale?" "Um yes? I'll be selling some stuff of mine to make money."

Bipper's eyes went wide and he grinned, an idea forming in his mind. "Yard-sale huh, sounds like a nice way to make some quick cash." Carl blinked up at him, slightly confused as to why the demon was now mumbling to himself. Bipper looked back down, remembering that he wasn't alone, and sighed. "Oh right, forgot about you. So what do you have for me?" Carl nodded and quickly stood up, running to the corner of the room and bringing something to Bipper. 

"A book?" "Not just any book, my lord. This was written by my great-great-grandmother detailing her experience with shadow magic. It's the only of its kind but I will happily giv-" Bipper flew forward and snatched the book, quickly scanning through it. "Yeah okay, this is good." The two shook hands and Bipper disappeared.

~~The Next Day~~

"Hey guys, I've got a surprise for you!" The others looked up at Bipper who was standing on the stairs and holding a paper in his hands. "What's that," Finn asked. Bipper grinned and slid down the banister, landing on his feet. "I'm glad you asked my cold companion. This is our ticket to infinite money!"

They all just stared in confusion and waited for the demon to elaborate. Bipper huffed and flew over to the middle of the living room, holding up what looked like a flyer for a yard-sale. "So yesterday some weirdo summoned me talking about this magical thing called a yard-sale! We sell our worthless junk and make cash!" "That. . . actually doesn't sound like a bad idea," Marco said, getting on board with the idea.

"Yeah, we have a bunch of junk we could get rid of," Mabel said. They all split up to take care of different aspects of the yard-sale. Wirt and Marco chose a spot to set up their stuff, Morty and Star went to town to advertise, Mabel and Frisk went outside to draw posters and flyers. Which left Finn and Bipper with the task of finding things to sell. 

"Come on Snowboy, we've got shit to sell!" The two flew up to the attic where there were boxes of random stuff, along with Morty's robots. Bipper snickered and flew over to Morty's work area, 'accidentally' kicking one of the robots and breaking it. "Bipper quit it! You can destroy Morty's crap later." Bipper gave Finn a thumbs up and the ice prince just rolled his eyes.

Finn left the demon to his own devices and went to search for stuff. He opened a box and found a bunch of broken and shattered gems. "Hey what's that!?" Finn jumped and screamed when a man in a hockey mask holding a bloody chainsaw popped up from behind him. The person laughed and took off the mask, revealing Bipper. 

"Ugh, you jerk!" Bipper just chuckled and threw the chainsaw to the side, pushing Finn out of the way so he could see inside the box. "Oh these are Stevens, I think he said he wanted to get rid of them. Something about 'bad memories' blah blah blah." Finn just shrugged and carried the box downstairs, then went back up to keep looking.

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By the middle of the day, they had everything they needed. Tables were set up, objects and items were placed, and best of all people were coming! "If I had known this would be profitable, I would have proposed this idea ages ago!" Bipper said, his eyes going green with greed while he counted over the money in his hand. 

A young girl ran forward to the table Mabel was managing. The birthday girl looked down at the child and smiled. "See something you like?" "I want the doll!" the girl said, pointing to a doll that looked exactly like her but with button eyes. Mabel grinned and handed it to the girl then held her hand out. "$5 please!" The girl gave her the money and Mabel quickly took it, watching with a smirk as the young girl ran off. "Heh, she has no clue the amount of shit she'll be in."

Over at the table, Morty and Frisk were running, the inventor was getting in a heated debate with a so-called 'collector'. "Look all I'm saying is there is no way you managed to replicate a droid piece by piece." Morty rolled his eyes and wildly gestured to his droid prototype. "Um clearly I did, so if you're not going to buy it then beat it!" Frisk looked up from their switch and rolled their eyes. "Look if you buy it, we'll throw in this box of bolts for all your building needs." The collector thought for a moment but grinned and shook Frisk's hand, taking the droid and the box. Frisk and Morty smirked at each other. "He should have bought the remote." "Well now if he causes any problems, he'll be gone with a click of a button."

Finn sat on the floor, resting his head on Wirt's leg. The lantern bearer looked down at the boy but decided against moving him. "Wirt I'm bored." "That's not exactly my problem." Finn huffed and looked up at Wirt, frowning even more when Wirt just smirked down at him. A woman walked over to their table, thankfully holding money in her hands. "Hi there, young men. I'm looking for something nice to give my wife and husband for our anniversary." Finn perked up a little, happy to have a customer. "Oh well, we have some gemstones you can fashion into a ring!" The woman smiled, paid them, and took a few of the gemstones. "Those can't reform can they?" Wirt asked as she left. Finn just shrugged and hoped not.

A few hours passed and they managed to get rid of most of their stuff. When everyone left they all met up in the mansion to count their earnings. "Okay so if I'm counting this right we made, 1,350,000 dollars and 16 cents." They all cheered, happy with the amount of money made. "TV celebration!" Mabel chanted turning on the TV. The news was the first thing to play. A scared reporter was standing in the middle of a destroyed town. 

"We don't know why but it seems like the spirits of Hell have come to attack. Robots attacking people, creepy dolls leading children to their death, cursed objects causing chaos to everyone. One can only ask where did all these items come from?"

The Bad End Friends watched then looked at each other. . . . and shrugged, changing the channel.

These idiots are gonna start an apocalypse. Idk what made them think it was okay to sell cursed objects but hey at least they're rich now! So that's good, now they can pay for the 4th wall repairs! *currently using tape to hold up a crumbling wall* I miss doing stupid shenanigans so I'm going to try to do more! Bye-bye bat fam!