Pip, Gregory, Christophe, Pip, and Pocket found themselves sitting in a circle around a board.
It was a Ouija board.
Typically, Pip wouldn't be caught dead using an Ouija board
But for some reason, his friends brought the board to his house, and somehow convinced him to use it with them.
So, they sat in a circle, in Pip's room. They had already started the ritual. Pip, Gregory, Pocket and Christophe sat in the circle with their index finger on the planchet. (That's what it's called, I guess)
The group began asking questions, obviously since that's what you do what Ouija board.
"Are you real?" Pocket asked.
The planchet inched towards 'yes'.
"Why wouldn't a spirit be real?" Christophe asked, annoyed by Pocket's dumb question.
"Yeah, thats kind of dumb." Gregory agreed.
"What's your name?" Pip asked, seemingly out of nowhere.
The planchet shifted over to a series of letters.
The group stared at the board, trying to spell the name out. Pip wrote the name down quickly, it spelled 'Damien'.
"Damien? Like from The Omen?" Gregory asked.
"Why or How would our spirit be the Antichrist?" Christophe asked.
"Maybe it isn't the Antichrist. Maybe their name is just a name." Pocket explained.
"Yeah. What are you? Gender, I mean." Gregory asked.
The planchet shifted over to the letter 'B'.
"Wow, a letter." Christophe mumbled sarcastically.
"How old are you?" Pip asked.
The planchet moved over the board, and got qhe number 17.
"Wow, the spirit is the same age as us-" Christophe began sarcastically.
"Most of us. I'm 18." Pip added quickly.
"Right." Christophe mumbled.
After a series of questions, the group was getting ready to finish up until Gregory got the bright idea to ask the spirit if it had any questions for them.
The planchet moved over to a series of letters, Pip wrote down the sentence.
'Does your guy's lives suck?'
Even tough the sentence was grammatically incorrect, they still answered.
"That's dumb, my life is perfect I love myself." Gregory said.
Christophe shrugged, "I like my life despite my mothers efforts to make me 'pure'."
"Nope, nothing from me." Pocket said.
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{REMAKE} Indifference - Dip (Damien X Pip)
Fanfiction{This is a fucking remake with original plot and I think more sad idk. There are probably no TWs tho, if there are ill put it at the top of the chapter. Just to be nice.) One Night, Christophe, (or The Mole) Pocket, and Pip end up playing with an Ou...
