One Shots/Drabbles

Illusions (Hatchetfield, Lords In Black, for Nossi)

Lost at sea - Alan Wake 2
Wide Awake - Alan Wake 2

The Summoning - npmd
Nerdy Prudes Must Die - npmd

Please Take Me Home - Jim and The Povolos
Without You I Don't Know - Jim and The Povolos

you're 17, female, you have an older sister, your parents are divorced, you live at the school in your own dorm room, you have made three male friends, but you feel left out

You've attended school for a month and a half
a week in you found the black book in your drawer

Today you decide to try one of the rituals. A summoning spell

You have a knife in your pocket today because self-defence (as if it can be used on the lords anyway, but you don't know that) the knife is sheathed

You sit in the middle of your dorm. The lights are off and your curtains pulled away, letting the sunset illuminate the room. You cross your legs and place the book down on the floor in front of you. The page with the spell is facing you. The yellowed sides of the page making you wonder how old the book actually is. In red ink is the title: "Holding Court with The Void". Beneath it a description and then the chant.

"Pokotho, Bliklotep, T'noy Karaxis, Nibblenephim, Wiggog, Wiggog Y'rath," you chant. Nothing happens. You close your eyes and chant again. As you finish you feel a small tingle in your fingertips. It travels to your chest and stomach. You start vocalizing gently, feeling the tingle increase. You open your eyes as the energy in the room shifts. The atoms in the air are being charged. Corrupted. You perceive it with an unknown sense. A thousand eyes open and roll in your direction. A creature with a goat's head screams with laughter. The room quakes. Shadowy tentacles slither to life. The nightmare creatures roar with delight. The room trembles. Electricity flies through the air. Music fills the room at high volume. The furniture tremble, but they don't fall.

"Out of the depths of Hell and back, us spawn of the Black and White!" a chorus of voices sing. You look around and gasp as you see five colourful people. They move about the room with purpose. Gracefully dodging any objects in their way. And despite a lot of their dancing being the same, they still put a lot of different personalities into it, "Cover our souls with robes of black, and take up the arms of night. Nibbly wants his sacrifice," at that the pink clad woman lunges at you, stops an inch away from your face and snaps her teeth together creating a grinding sound, "and Wiggly wants his wrath," the green clad man fills your vision now, a menacing gleam in his eyes, "We dance around the pentagram and take all our kingdoms back. Babble the spell that gets it done, babble it on command. Won't stop until all the blood is drawn, the Lords in Black demand," they stop moving around to dance in unison for the next lines, "You summon us once, you summon us twice. You gamble it all on the roll of a dice. The devil has won, it can't be undone, the book has all but closed on your life." They form a tight circle around you. Looming above you like predators about to prey.

The purple clad woman pulls her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose. Her eyes are yellow and her irises purple. "We've been watching you Y/N. Someone's been a little...upset," she says, smirking. Her platform boots make her appear taller as she bends her waist to stare at you from above.

"Oh, boy! A baby witch. I'm gonna have a whole set in my toybox." The yellow clad man shoves a golden box into your face. His crazed laugh fills the room and echoes back into your ears, making you flinch at the sound.

"Y/N, yum-yum." The pink clad woman, Nibbly? bites her teeth at you again.

"Are you...The Lords in Black?" you ask, remembering what you've read in the book.

"Out of the depths of Hell and back, we travelled very far. Cover our souls in robes of black, the Lords in Black we are," they sing and move around you, twirling and jumping.