And thus, the demon arrives and all hope is lost for a young male.

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" Yo, what the hell is up, Ace Sister. "
Voids voice was strangely normal. Slightly deep, but nothing strange.
A higher voice responded.
" Hoi! "
As we recently confirmed, this was her close friend. That friends name was not "Ace Sister", it was Snow. Well, she was called "Shnowy". Or just "Snowy".
"I'm teleporting ya over, we're goin' on an adventure." Void stated. And before Snow could do anything, Void had hung up, and grabbed Snow out of a random portal she summoned. Void looked over at her semi-confused friend, and decided to switch forms.
"Screw this, my uh..." She thought for a second. Had 'The Great Void' actually run out of ideas? Incredible. ( Note sarcasm. ) " Void grumbled. "Wot?" Snow managed to ask. "MEH NAME IS NOW, SHNOWOOOE" Void- No, Aspirin screeched.
"Lol, Ok." Snow said, and gave Aspirin a thumbs up, and a smile that looked like a three. "OFF WE GO-" Aspirin yelled, and instantly teleported them to the transportation dimension. Or the U.S.S.R. The only reason Aspirin called it that is because, when she accidentally teleported there, she was singing "Back to the U.S- Back to the U.S U.S.S.R-"(That is actually from a song by the Beatles, which you probably know.) "Should we get Edamame, Soda, Bill Chips, Green Caffeine, and Theooooo..." Aspirin asked, and Snow nodded in response. She was used to this.

~ Someone else's POV since I'm already running out of ideas. ~

A young boy stands in the center of his bedroom, today being.. wait.

Theo was confused. Extremely confused. He was scared out of his mind too. Because he knew that his friend could pop up out of no where and scare the ever loving shit out of him.
Guess who that friend was?
Void, obviously.
Theo tapped his foot nervously, his large, hazel brown eyes flicking around the room, staring down his favorite stuffed animal, Rexy ( Who lay silently on his bed, practically groaning out of boredom ). He took another deep breath and tried to block out the loud noises of the city that sat just outside his small, tinted window.

A/N —> this was written in ... 2019? 2018? Short answer, when I was literally like 13. lol

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