Becoming A Weeb

666

Note: This doesn't correlate at all with my beliefs. This is a joke.

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A month has passed, and all is well. Except the fact that I got a death threat and still get some.

I thought it would be a good idea, and it really was, but now one of my friends is a cross-dressing male. I wanted to discover who was the backstabbing, lying, cheating, person who hurt my nakama.

"Are you ready to do this?" Subarashii-Kun asked, tapping me gently on the shoulder.

"Bring it on, loser!" I yelled loudly, smiling devilishly at the TV. We tapped our controllers furiously, trying to play the SAO game.

"You did it! High score!" The TV rang out, making us cheer.

"Now, what do we do?" Bara-chan whined, bored out of her mind.

"I don't know," Miku-chan contributed. That definitely helped a lot.

"We still need to find out who sent you that message." Shin-kun pointed out, glancing over a manga.

That's right! It was a mystery to behold. Nobody knew who was the traitor, and if it was Sophie- I mustn't think that. It could've been anyone...

"Maybe we could make a ritual to figure out who was the one who betrayed us, like Judas." FuwaFuwa-kun suggested. He held up a book, which read, "Rituals and Sacrifices vol. 1".

He cracked it open, flipping through the pages like if it were a magazine. He stopped for a moment, humming in satisfaction. He pushed the book towards me, making it slide across the floor. 

"Read the page on the right. It's right there." He pointed, trying to reach the book which was now on my hands. 

"Oh, yeah." I replied, taking a moment to read the book.

For the Clueless: 

Oh, you've found yourself in quite a conflict. This ritual will help you find the answers to whatever you are searching for. But, you will need some preparations. 

Gather the following:

- Two dead mice

- Hair from all the participants in the ritual

- Female perfume

- Female clothing

- Pigeon feather

- Genuine tears 

Steps:

1) Create the ritual circle #4

2) Surround circle with special salt

3) Place female perfume and clothing in the middle

4) After chanting "Ego LAEVICULUS. Placere conversus est in puella mihi", make the tears drop onto the middle of the circle. 

5) With the pigeon feather, drop it so it flutters down, and where it flutters down, place the hair.

6) With two dead mice, place them on opposite sides of the circle.

If you have difficulties ending the ritual, check the back of the book. 

I closed the book slowly, marking the page that the ritual we needed was held in. "Get the materials," I ordered."I'll get the clothing and perfume." 

"Don't you find it weird that the ritual needs female clothing and perfume?" Subarashii-kun asked. 

"Don't question the rituals!" Hissed Shin-kun. "It is gonna help us!"

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The day of the ritual came. Everyone was jittery, and they all came to my house. I lit up the candles, and with red paint, I replicated the ritual circle #4. We all stood around the circle, and someone got out the bag with the hair. Another brought out the other bags. 

We sprinkled the salt around the circle. We placed both the female items inside the middle. We continued following the instructions. 

The chanting created a low humming background noise. I thought it was probably FuwaFuwa-kun's voice, since he is the manliest out of all of them. But it was coming from the circle. 

Suddenly, a girly voice giggled in our minds. I locked eyes with Shin-kun, the guy that I told 'You're already dead' a few chapters ago. He blinked, and somehow, I had a feeling he was possessed. 

Out of his mouth, a pink wisp came out. "You've got your wish!" It was a female voice in a guy. Weird. "Just follow me!" 

The ritual ended, and we said goodbye to the spirits. Everyone did it except Shin-kun. He spoke in a weird language, and a beam of light shone on him. 

He picked up the dress and perfume and went to the bathroom. We stared in silence gawking at the empty space. 

"That was weird." I commented, and the others nodded in agreement. When Shin-kun left the bathroom, he was wearing my sister's makeup and wearing the pink dress. You could smell the perfume of him. Or her, for that matter. 

She was cross-dressing. A girlish voice left her throat, as she ran away. I hoped it would be a dream, but unfortunately not. Monday morning, I woke up, went to school. 

It was lunch time when I finally saw her. Shin was wearing a pink dress that reached her knees, heels, and carried around a purse. Her face was caked with well placed makeup. (A/N Ima'jin' Jin in that red dress when he was running on the treadmill. Now, imagine it pink.)

Their eyes fluttered open, and she waved at us. Looking at where she was, she was being buddy-buddy with the popular mass of girls. 

Oh gods of the 4th dimension, please heed my call, save this miserable soul and take him back to where he belongs. The voices replied. 

"No can do, boo. He's already dead gone. The spirit of femininity already possessed him. Sorry B." 

I ran to the bathroom and sunk on my knees. I was too late, they already took him.