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Prompt:You've recently joined a cult surrounding a goat. The goat isn't a prophet, the Devil, or anything else extraordinary. It's just a simple goat, and you only joined to find out what the cult is preaching in the first place. You later discover the other members joined for the same exact reason.

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Come worship The Great Goat! Sacrifice your blood and soul to the all powerful overlord. We meet every midnight at Bulletin Park where he waits.

Greg reads the poster.

"What? Is this a cult!? Worshipping a goat!? Well might as well check it out."

At midnight Greg arrives at Bulletin Park. He sees other people there, all surrounding the goat.

"So, who's the leader here?"

"We don't know we just found the poster and did as it said. I thought the leader was gonna come later, but no one's come yet," a lady with blonde hair and blue lipstick says.

"So, we're worshipping this goat?" A guy with long hair and a backwards hat says, skeptically.

There has to be something special about this goat.

They watch as the goat eats. It sometimes looks up at them as if wondering why they're there before returning to eating.

"He's not doing anything. Maybe he needs a sacrifice," a guy says, shoving his sister towards the goat.

"Hey!" She shout at him.

The goat looks at her briefly before returning to eating.

"Maybe I'm too sweet for him. Maybe he likes more sour sacrifices. Why don't you go see, bro?" She says, walking back to the circle of people and shoving her brother in.

The goat looks up and stares at him.

"Wha...! This is stupid! I'm leaving," he says, sounding a little flustered and uncomfortable with how the goats staring at him. He begins to walk off.

His sister giggles before following him.

I'm leaving too," a man wearing all green says.

Greg leaves as well, confused.

The next night, Greg comes back. He notices everyone else came back as well.

"Hey, what's everyone's name? Since we keep coming back, might as well know," Greg asks. "I'm Greg."

"I'm Clarice," Blue lipstick girl says.

"I'm Carter," the guy with the backwards hat says.

"I'm Markus. My sister likes to be called Shitface," he says with a smirk.

"Shut up and stop calling me your nickname. I'm Candy," she says punching her brother.

"I'm Steve," the guy who was wearing all green last night, and is now wearing all purple, says.

The goat, not eating this time, just stares at them.

"Maybe he needs to build up his powers. Do you guys wanna do something while we wait?" Greg suggests.

"Wanna play red light, green light?" Candy asks.

"Isn't that for kids?" Carter says.

"Nah, anyone can play it come on!" She says, excitedly.

"Alright," the rest say standing a little ways away from the goat.

"I'll be the red light, green light person," Markus says, standing next to the goat.

"Green light!" He calls, closing his eyes and everyone moves.

"Red light!"

Everyone stops.

"You moved, candy."

"No I didn't! Stop lying!"

"I saw you."

"No you didn't! Ugh, Carter, do you mind switching positions with Markus? I guess he can't handle the power," she says rolling her eyes.

"Sure," Carter says walking up to the goat, who's still watching them.

Candy pulls Markus towards the group, who've lined back up at the start.

They continue to play, having fun at this 'cult'.

It reaches 1:00am and they all leave.

The next day, Greg sees a guy putting up a poster.

"Hey what's that?" He asks, walking up to the guy.

"Oh, uh, haha, this? It's nothing," he says, taking it down and running.

He ends up dropping a copy of the poster and Greg picks it up.

Come worship The Great Goat! Sacrifice your blood and soul to the all powerful overlord. We meet every midnight at Bulletin Park where he waits.

'He's the one putting up the posters? Is he the leader?' Greg wonders.

Only one way to find out. Greg chases after the guy.

Soon he catches up to the guy at a bus stop.

"Hey, what's up with the goat cult?"

"Haha, that? Uhhhhhhh," he looks around nervously.

"Look, you don't seem like an idiot so you probably haven't joined it. So, don't tell anyone, but this is all just a prank," the guy says before bursting with laughter. "Hahaha, sorry, my names Herman Bisque," he starts laughing again.

"I guess I'm an idiot because I've joined and I'm gonna tell everyone else who's joined the truth!"

He stops laughing,"Come on, it's just a joke."

"If it's just a joke they should all laugh when I tell them."

"Whatever," Herman says, rolling his eyes and getting on the bus as it arrives.

That night Greg arrives and sees everyone laughing and talking with each other.

Clarice pretends to write in a daily log,"Day three:still no activity from the all powerful goat."

Greg mimics her,"Day three:the goat turns out to be a fake."

"What?" She says, looking at him.

"I met the guy who put up the posters, Herman Bisque. He said it's all a big prank."

Everybody gets angry.

"But, I've had fun hanging with you guys in this 'cult', so why don't we turn this into a club:The Goat Club!!" Greg explains his idea.

"That sounds cool, but does it still have to be at midnight?" Markus asks.

"It doesn't have to be, but it's when the whole thing started and I think we should keep it at that."

Everyone agrees. They meet every midnight to hang out and play games. And worship the club mascot:the almighty goat.