~Ouija~ (A Dip Story)

•°~(Not) Getting Along~°•

I held the Planchette, chuckling. I looked off for a second, not expecting for anything to happen. Just then, I felt something moving. I looked down, and to my absolute horror, the Planchette was moving. I sat back, absolutely shocked. It moved to the "Yes" on the board, making me jump. "...If you are here, what's your name?.." I asked in a whisper, looking around the room.

I looked back down at the board when I saw the piece moving, "D A M I E N". "Hello then, Damien!" I'm trying to stay positive, this is quite the horrifying experience, especially when you're a Christian, and possibly an easily attachable soul. "My name is Philip, but you may call me Pip, Mr. Damien!" I smiled down at the board, before another question comes to mind. "How old are you?"

I ask, and the Planchette moves over the numbers 1 and 7. "Oh, so you're 17?" I wonder, it's odd that he's a year older than me. Usually demons are over AT LEAST 200 in the Bible. "Well... Can you describe how you look to me?" I heard a sudden voice from behind me, a sort of raspy, sorta deep, I couldn't tell. "Why don't you check behind you?"

I turned around, staring up at this 'demon' standing in front of me. "O-Oh! Hello!" I check him out for a few more moments, his fluffy, short black hair, his dark, dark red eyes, his pale looking skin... Was he... Real?

"Hello." He says, clearly not giving a singular shit. "Are you just going to stare at me, or...?" I quickly look away, embarrassed at the long amount of staring I've been doing. "Right, sorry." I nervously chuckle, standing up and walking towards this creature of Satan.

"So... You're Damien, You're 17, and you're... Hot... A-And you're a Noirette, right?" He looks down at me, confused, I think. "Hot? I'm hot? Where'd you get that from?" I froze in place, staring at him for a few moments. "I-I never said that..." "Sure you didn't..." I looked up at him once more, God, he was hot...

"Well...Tell me some things about yourself, Sir Damien!" I smile up at him, but he just rolls his eyes. Rude... "Well, I have two mom's, my father's Satan, he's a homosexual, and so am I. Is that good enough?" He looks down at me with a smirk, lifting himself up in the air and coming near me.

"You look like some good fresh meat... Why don't I just eat you up?" He asks, while I push his away from my face. "Well... That's an interesting family line...My names Philip Pip Pirrup, but you can call me Pip for short! I'm pansexual-" "Woah, dude, you're attracted to pans?" He asks the most idiotic question I've ever heard in my life. "No... It means I like every gender. My parents are dead, and I go to a crappy school, where everyone's always stuck up."

He forced my head up, making me look at him. "You're decent looking... Maybe you would be a good little puppet for me. You could be a good piece of meat for me..." I look up at him, flabbergasted for a second. "What..?" "You'd be a good piece of meat fore to play with."

I slap him, immediately looking away from him. "What the hell..." He rubbed his cheek, chuckling and grabbing onto my wrist. He kisses along my arm, going up to my shoulder and biting it lightly. "Jesus Christ- What's wrong with you!?"

I scream at him, and he chuckles and starts sucking on my neck. I punch his face, not getting a reaction. "Goddamnit, you're such a fucking pervert..." I try and push him off, and he finally stops. "Okay, okay... You're no fun." He groans and looks away, crossing his arms and acting childish.

I can't stop blushing, he's too hot... And he touched me... Suggestively!? God, how badly did he have to make me want him... What am I saying... He's a demon, Lust is a deadly sin, he obviously is just following one of his commands from his master...

Still...I can't help but think about him... Like that. I go over to my bed, and I lay down. He comes in beside me, touching me all over. "God... What's wrong with you? Why are you so obsessed with touching me!?" He grabbed onto my waist, and he pulled me in closer. He moved his hands underneath my shirt...God, his cold hands feel so good on my back.... What in the..."Oh come on, you're so pathetic... It's honestly hilarious how quickly you can give in to someone."

"I want for you to stop touching me." Just as he takes his hands off of me, I realize that I'm almost late for my first ever nights shift at my new school building. I've been staying up for half an hour with him... God... I took off my outfit, changing into another one. He watched... The entire time.

"You know, you're really hot when you take your clothes off!~" ...What..? "Why... Why in fucks sake would you look at that for!? Anyway, I have school..." He chuckles to himself, staring at me. Oh, I get it... He's trying to prove a point... "I love the way your body looks... You could be so easy to dominate~." He keeps a smug tone of voice, and it gets my blood boiling so much... "What's wrong with you!? You're a horny man... I can't breathe without you getting all over me... You're childish, immature, yet you're so... So bold."

I walk into the bathroom, grabbing the hair brush and brushing my hair out. After I'm finished practically ripping the knots out, I grab my toothbrush and I drop my hairbrush. I brush my teeth, rush out of the room, pack up my bag, and I then take everything I can and rush out of the door. Little do I know, this man whore is following me...

I notice a warm feeling from behind me, and that's unusual for a cold town, especially in the winter. I look behind me, and I see that moron following shortly behind me.

Bye-bye!

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Thank you weird people for somehow making it through this<3