Oops, I Summoned It Again

🌟 The Last Summoning

The summoner was tired.

It had been a long week of accidentally summoning things she definitely shouldn’t have. A demon here, a banshee there, a zombie who wouldn’t stop taste-testing her houseplants… the usual.

But this time, she promised herself it would be the last one. Just one more summoning circle, one more chant, one more chance to fix everything.

She lit the candles, drew the symbols, and said the words:

> “By moon, by star, by sneeze of fate—oops, I summon my magical mates!”

There was a boom, a flash of light, and suddenly—her living room was crowded.

First came Ember, the dragon with anxiety, clutching his emotional support blanket and muttering, “Was there supposed to be this much fire?” as nervous smoke curled from his nose.

Then Jasper, the genie who’d retired from wish-granting, appeared holding a teapot and wearing a floral apron. “Please tell me this isn’t another shrimp incident.”

Next came Dexter, the zombie chef, lugging a casserole dish. “Brought brains—uh, I mean brownies! Totally brownies!”

Tentacles flopped through the doorway as Kelp the kraken squeezed in, apologizing for knocking over a lamp. “I can’t help it, there’s like twelve of me!”

Fluttering above them was Marty, the mothman who worked in customer support, complaining about “another ticket backlog in the astral queue.”

And trailing in last was Unica, the unicorn who hated glitter, wearing sunglasses indoors to avoid sparkle exposure.

They all stared at the summoner.
She stared back.
Someone’s tail knocked over a candle.

“Okay,” she sighed. “New rule—no more summoning in the living room.”

But somehow, instead of chaos, something wonderful happened.

Ember used his fire to toast marshmallows.
Dexter served his suspiciously good brownies.
Kelp played Twister with his own tentacles (and still lost somehow).
Unica taught everyone how to make eco-friendly shimmer punch.
And Jasper finally relaxed—no wishes, just tea and laughter.

It wasn’t magic gone wrong this time. It was magic gone right.

The summoner looked around at her accidental found family of misfit creatures—awkward, weird, and completely perfect.

She smiled.

> “Maybe,” she said softly, “I didn’t mess up the spell after all.”

Outside, the moon shimmered. Inside, laughter echoed.
And from somewhere in the corner, Marty typed a note into his customer support log:

> “Issue resolved. Friendship achieved.”