The Demon from another World

Side Story: From where..?

LMAO OKAY, I KNOW IT'S BEEN FOREVErR, I got side stacked.. for a long time. You might be wondering, what the fuk was this person at? I want to know that, I kinda of spaced out. I started watching shows from other countries like the Russian Empire, and C-Drama like The Untamed, MXTX, or TGCF, and Murder cases. Yeah, you get the hint. ANYWHO, This is much of a story but more like a scenario. I thought of it while listening to POV Audios. Yah know, the POV timers, or something on YouTube of the relativity. You might also be wondering if my writing has improved... That is still in debation.


Besides that, I have another book I'm considering making, mainly surrounding a more fictional one, and keeping track of the storyline for an upcoming comic when I finally have fun getting a Tablet. I do most things off of full one drive and poor phone storage... still. ANyHOwsS.

That's up to debation, let me know if Ya'll are interested. Onto The side story of some sort."
                                                                                                                                                                                           

Evan couldn't move. Why couldn't his body move? His hand shook as the voice continued in his head. His eyes widened, and his breathing was irregular. People are running around trying to assist. However, the voices weren't any of theirs. Not even his prince shaking his shoulders could snap Evan out of this trance...

"Hello?" 

The voice calls.
"This is ◼️◼️◼️" 
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"Is anyone here?" 
The voice echoes.

"Are you coming home?" 

The voice's hum followed a quiet hum.

Evan's vision blurred, everything mixing, but what stood out was the back of someone's head. Short hair umber hair.. Black pants.. semi-heeled boots, Dark grey poncho with pale skin showing through the arms. An odd rectangular pressed against the figure's head.

"Well, You don't know me.." 
The voice says through the odd rectangular object.

"But.. I know you." 
Evan mutters, before wincing holding his head and rubbing the side of his head. Evan opens his crimson eyes, glancing up to meet his friends' eyes. Evan looked around, he couldn't remember what happened prior. 
"About time! Evan, you had us scared! We thought you were suddenly going to kick the bucket on us. You wouldn't respond, and suddenly passed out!?" Lyria yelled, shaking Evan's shoulders, before letting go with a deep sigh. Evan's head felt like it spinning, probably from the shaking. Nonetheless, Evan quickly recovered from the sudden dizziness. Evan kept quiet while Lyria and Jason were lecturing him.

After a couple of hours of lectures, Evan made it home to his small two-bedroom house. Sliding the door open, stepping forward, and closing the door quietly... The events of that day still stuck with him. While he knew it couldn't be real. Those words he spoke, how did he know that person? Who was they... Evan set his polearm against the wall before taking off the red cape, then the red poncho, undoing every button before hanging the poncho on the rack. Then, Evan enter his room, and into the walk-in closet. Only to come out a couple of minutes, in more comfortable clothes. A Black crop-top, with a fictional skull with black combat pants. Evan pulls the ribbon out of his hair setting it down on the nightstand. Evan flops onto his bed staring at the star-painted ceiling. Gazing helplessly in thought. Until Evan had a thought, what if he drew what he saw? He knew it was fake but he can't help but to. So, Picking up the drawing book underneath his bed, flipping past the old and newer drawings. Evan started to draw.. and draw... until it was late. He knew very little details. An odd object around the ear, the dark hair, pale skin with black markings. The poncho and the boots, along with hanging cloth in front.. Evan stares at the drawing for a while, before narrowing his eyes and finally closing them. Evan sets the book to the side before laying back with his eyes closed... "What an odd day.." Evan thought.

                                                                                                                                                                                              Meanwhile with Chaotic Arsonist:                                                                                                                        

Ivan sneezed a couple of times into their poncho before rubbing the button of their nose. "Jeez, Are you sure this isn't allergies? This is like... I don't know the thirtieth time you sneeze so much." Deku says, with a concerned face.
 Ivan shook their head, "I don't know. But I swear if someone is talking about me, I will turn their kazooloo into Dollar Store cabbage." Ivan says scratching the side of their face. Deku sighs, shaking their head. "I don't... Are you able to get allergies in the first place? Because it is Summer." Deku questions.
Ivan paused for a second... "no, I don't think so. Considering I was an imaginary friend at first... And Now just came to me that sometimes children are cruel. So the possibility is always Impossibility." Ivan says before sneezing again three times into their poncho.

Ivan belongs to me 
Deku belongs to Deku Author
Evan belongs to me
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So some people sneeze either into their elbow or hand. While Ivan's poncho is large, and often overlaps around the neck area. Ivan does sneeze into a poncho. This is also where Ivan's mask would come from is from that leftover cloth. YES, They do wash it afterward. NO, Ivan does not have allergies. They were sneezing because the theory is that when someone talks about someone without their knowledge, they sneeze. Ivan will sneeze three times every time, with no exceptions. 

I've been really lacking in updating on everything, TikTok and YouTube because I truly think my work, videos, or writing is not good enough. Or don't meet the expectations many viewers want.

Anyhow, I hope you enjoy it. I tried, and like I mentioned before in past chapters, I'm terrible at English spelling.