[ABANDONED] Another Series of Oneshots

Grim and the Chicken (WHtGaT)

This is based on a story that I took off of wattpad, I may put it back on when I'm finished with the world of CR
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I sat under the tree in Tess's front yard and thought about the Ancient Gods. I still hadn't decided which one to dedicate my life to, if I were to do that at all. My family never really bothered with the gods; Mom said their price wasn't worth paying and Dad never believed in them. I hadn't believed in them either, until I met the Wolf God. I would have chosen her in a heartbeat, since we both were able to see spirits, except for how much she hated men. Maybe the Snake God...?

I shook my head. Someone was approaching me, and I knew exactly who it was: Lamak Verne. He wore a zipped up jacket, despite the ninety degree weather, with a large lump where his stomach was. Last I checked, that normally wasn't there, but maybe he somehow got pregnant over the school year. His hair was greenish blue, and fairly long.

"Hey, you, uh..." Lamak started to say as he reached the sidewalk in front of me. He shifted the lump on his stomach uncomfortably and muttered something to it.

"Grim," I said.

"Yea, sure. Look, kid--"

"We are literally the same age."

"I'll make this quick. I've got a problem, and you're the first person I've found who can solve it," he said. "I know we haven't been on the best of terms, but this is serious."

"First of all," I said, standing up, "you tormented me throughout elementary school just because I could see things you couldn't. Second of all, get your friends to do it."

"I can't! Just, look at this." I was starting to walk home when he pulled out the lump. It was a chicken, mostly white feathered with black speckles. It looked around and clucked at us.

"Look at this chicken and tell me you want it to die," Lamak said, stepping closer and holding the chicken out to me.

"What? No, I don't!" I backed away and held my hands up. "Why are you trying to give me this thing?"

"Because, I can't bring it home because then the Crocodile God will be all like, 'Hey, why do you have an animal that you're not sacrificing to me? I'll take away everything you have' and my friends would rat me out to my family about this chicken, and then they'll make me sacrifice it and--"

"Okay, I get it, stop hyperventilating. I'll take the chicken." I held out my hands. Lamak looked hesitant, despite his explanation.

"Promise you won't let it die?" he said.

"Promise, I'll even do research because I know fuck-all about raising chickens," I replied. He seemed to relax, and I had the feeling he knew nothing either.

He handed off the chicken to me, and I immediately felt something wet run down my shirt. Of course. Lamak hurried away, and I decided to walk home and give the good news to my parents.

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Telling Mom was surprisingly easy. She was in the middle of researching some of the demons I had met, and nodded sagely when I told her the situation with Lamak's chicken. I hurried into my room before she could turn it into a lecture about the dangers of the Ancient Gods. Dad was still at work, so I figured I'd surprise him.

I was on my computer that sat upon my desk, two tabs open; one for chicken raising and one for researching the Ancient Gods. I had a new shirt, and the chicken was exploring my cluttered room. I had made sure to move my summoning stuff and ouija board under the bed so it couldn't accidentally summon a demon.

Speaking of summoning demons, I heard a specific sound. A sound that only a portal that was hidden in my closet would make. It sounded like a "vwoop", if that made any sense. The door slid open, and I turned around in my chair to look at a familiar demon.