!WARNING! THE NEXT FEW PARAGRAPHS CONTAIN LOTS OF NOT GOOD THINGS! THESE INCLUDE: TALK OF SELF HARM, THOUGHTS IF SUICIDE, SUMMONING DEMONS, BLOOD/GORE!
!YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
"oohtilock krayleh hamonno hamonno ontyfon!" You yell out. You've been at it for an hour. 'it never works. I'm trying one more, if it doesn't work then I'm done with this world.'
You cut the palm of your hand for the blood. "Ontye fon fie fie onton cron mue fen criif!" You chant out. At first nothing happens and you put the blade to your throat. Then the summoning table glows a dark purple with ripples on the inside.
You lower the blade and then throw it to the ground. You look inside the hole to see something rapidly approaching you with a yell. You move out of the way and it comes out of the summoning table.
Once it is fully out, the table closes shut, quickly. You see the demon hit the roof and you attempt to catch it, only for it to splat in your hands.
'did I kill it?!' you think to yourself worriedly. It slowly start reforming. It walks up to you and waves. It then tries to cuddle with your arm. You let it.
You pick it up with both arms and cradle it. "It's just a child... It's like me... But, younger... Hey little buddy, what's your name?" You ask it. You get no response. Only some farting noises and a giggle from its mouth.
"You want me to call you fart?" You say confused. It looks disgusted. It elongates it's arm downwards and brings it up to smack you. You notice how much it bent in order for him to do that.
"How about, bendy?" You say to it. You get a giggle in response. "You want to go to sleep? It's pretty late right now." You get a light yawn for a reply.
You lay bendy next to you on your drawer in some towels and a few towels to support it's head to act as a bed for the time being. Slowly, you and bendy slip into unconsciousness.
'thank you...' is your thoughts until your completely consumed by darkness....
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The Boy of Pen and Paper ( OP!MReader X bnha)
Fanfiction(Y/N) was never a kid with friends. Never a kid with hopes. Never a kid with dreams. All he was, was darkness and sadness. He often tried to summon demons, just so that he could have someone, or someTHING, to talk to. On one fateful night his summon...
