Trapped in a Twitch Stream with Jenny Nicholson

The Numbered List

Without skipping a beat, Jenny sprung into action. She raced around her room and grabbed the 2 most important items on her quest, a pen and some paper. 

"We're going to need...", Jenny paused for a moment. "...a numbered list!", she finally said. 

Obadiah, who was not a stranger to Jenny's videos, tried to clap with his flippers, but the stress of it all prevented him from completing the mundane motion. Jenny knowingly nodded to the giant possessed porg, as if to acknowledge his acknowledgement of her. 

She pressed the hastily ripped piece of paper against the wall and began scribbling relentlessly on it, never looking away from her work as she was too focused on making the numbered list. Obadiah waited as patiently as he's waited for months, what was a few more minutes? It didn't take long for Jenny to finish her list, and she placed it onto Obadiah's flipper for him to look over. 

"Number 1, rice.", Obadiah said, before Jenny sprinted out of her room. The sound of her footsteps receded momentarily before almost immediately thundering back towards the room. Jenny had picked up an entire 50 lb bag of rice and hoisted it all the way back without breaking a sweat. Obadiah couldn't help but be impressed, and so he tiredly nodded his massive oval head.

Obadiah looked back at the list that laid on his flipper. "Number 2, red thread and a sharp-edged object.", before Jenny again disappeared into the nothingness of her home. She soon reappeared with a ball of red yarn from an embroidery project that she never finished and a katana that she had bought from a local convention. 

"Number 3, salt and a bathtub full of water.", Obadiah announced, but Jenny had already left the room. The loud sound of water hitting water soon filled the house as Jenny began the tedious process of filling her bathtub. Then she hurried back into her room with a bag of kosher salt in hand. She loved watching Binging with Babish on YouTube, and so she preferred kosher salt above all other varieties of salt.

"Number 4, something from my body.", Obadiah said, with a confused tone of voice. But of course, the numbered list was written from Jenny's point of view, and so she grabbed her katana and swiftly and smoothly severed a strand of her hair and placed it onto an empty area of her extremely crowded bed. 

This was the same ritual that Cassie had used to summon Obadiah's spirit, and so Jenny knew that she needed to repeat the ritual, but complete it this time. However, before Jenny could start, Obadiah motioned to her to signal that he needed to speak. 

"This won't be like a usual summoning, Jenny. This giant porg is already possessed by my spirit. By repeating this ritual, this body will become host to another spirit and together, we will be much stronger than before. This is the magic realm, where magic is possible. This will be no child's play, and it's possible that our combined souls will form a shin no akuma, a true demon. If you cannot successfully evade us, it's possible that...that this world will end.", Obadiah said somberly. 

He loved this world despite all the pain that he's endured just for existing. To be the instrument of its destruction would bring the ultimate sadness to Obadiah. But Jenny knew the risks. She knew that in order to help this trapped soul, she must risk it all. And who better to do this than someone like her? After all, her YouTube channel has endured despite proudly enjoying The Last Jedi. There was nothing that could stop Jenny from finishing what she's started. 

Jenny examined her katana. A fine blade, it's been folded several times in the finest steel mills of Taiwan. She pointed the sword at Obadiah's chest, the source of the possession, the source of his power. 

"There's no turning back, Jenny Nicholson.", Obadiah said, exhaustingly. 

"I know.", she replied, before thrusting the blade into his mass of fluff and cold rice.