Ending up in a fictional hell with powers from games wasn't what I was expecting when I made that wish but when life gives you lemons, burn life's house down.
(I own nothing)
"Dude, I'm telling you this thing's legit." Calvin, my childhood friend, was talking about some wishing well actually granting wishes. We were walking down a dirt road to an old house with said well. "You're full of it, Jaclyn just decided to take a chance with you. No magic was involved whatsoever." I was following along cause he thinks me making a wish will make me believe him. "What's the story with the house?" "Apparently the old homeowner was a practitioner of black magic and somehow enchanted the well he kept in his yard."
I stare at this old well that supposedly grants wishes in mild annoyance. "This is it?" "Yup, toss in a coin and make a wish." I roll my eyes but grab a quarter nevertheless. "I wish to be in the hazbin hotel universe with the powers from the darkness games and summon monsters from the suffering games as subordinates." I say all of this sarcastically as I toss it in. Calvin just deadpans at me. "See? Nothing happened." "Well, you asked to be in a fictional world so-hey, where'd you go?" Calvin looked away for a moment but turned around to see he was alone.
*Pete pov*
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I was now falling over a city in the shape of a pentagram. While I could think of how this happened, I decided it would be best to try and find a way to avoid being a smear on the asphalt. Two serpent like heads emerge from behind me and grab the railing from a fire escape and swing me into an alleyway. I stare at the heads in shock as they stare back. "Ok, either I've lost it or my wish came true. Don't know which is worse." A shattered mirror shows that my eyes even glow like Jackies. I unsummon the heads and think of a game plan. 'Ok, what do I do now?' I need to find a safe place that's not a condemned outhouse.
