I Can't Even [Reader X Reader X Reader]

I'm sorry to tell you that things got even sp00K1ER!!!

With the LED lamps off, the candles lit, a fire extinguisher at hand and a camera set up (since Leslie was trying to make it as a Witch-vlogger), y'all sat around the body holding hands. 

You'd went over the spell a couple of times beforehand. Though short, it really just had to be in Latin. You took one Latin class in 4th grade and that ended horribly. Never again. 

You were for sure going to summon a demon or something by accident, but oh well. More content for Leslie's video.

With only the candlelight illuminating your faces, you were ready.

"Here goes nothing, guys!" Leslie said to the camera. "3... 2... 1..."

"Per nebulam, per ignem.

Per nubes et specus.Donum nostrum percurrat omne quod ante se habet."

Nothing happened.
Not a huge surprise, so you kept chanting.
You repeated this thing over and over again for a solid three minutes, but still nothing.

"Per nebulam, per ignem.

Per nubes et specus.Donum nostrum percurrat-"

"Ugh, let's just stuff it in the freezer," Rosa finally interrupted, putting one of the candles out with her finger.

"What??? But Rosa! I rarely get monsters this cool in my videos!" Leslie whined. "Let's try again, I think we just need to be more in-sync."

Rosa rolled her eyes but relented. You tried a few more times. A couple more candles went out on their own.

The body stayed in place, cold and stiff as ever.

"Per nebulam, per ignem.

Per nubes et -"

"Maybe it's a faulty spell," you shrugged. "Can't you find another that does the same thing?"

Leslie groaned. "Not one that sends it to the exact place we need it to go."

"Sorry, Leslie. Maybe me and [Y/N] just don't have enough magic in us," Rosa stood up and dusted herself off.

"Aww man, my content!" Leslie grabbed the camera, ending the recording.

Rosa put out another candle. "At least you still got some good shots of the thing."

"But the magic..."

"Hey, help me put the candles out. And [Y/N]," she looked at you, then the body, then at you again. "Go play games on my computer, we'll handle the clean-up."

As you stood up and the last candle was put out by Leslie, the silver tray under the corpse began shaking. First gently enough that you barely took notice, then violently.

"Shit! Something's happening!" Leslie announced, grabbing the camera and hitting record again.

Something was moving under the doppelgänger's skin. From its abdomen, up its chest and its throat. It squeezed out through the mouth, lifting the napkin from the creature's lifeless face. A faint blue glow radiated off of it.

It floated above the corpse, looking like a faceless cartoon ghost.

"..."

"..."

"..."

You looked over at Leslie, who was smiling at her camera. "Is this supposed to be-"

The orb lunged at you, hitting you in the forehead. "Ow!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Leslie chanted, zooming in on your annoyed face. 

You swatted the orb away, but it flew into your face again.

"What is that thing?" Rosa asked.

Leslie shrugged. "Not sure. Can you catch it for me? I want to examine it."

"I'm really the backbone of your YouTok channel, huh?"

As Rosa went to grab an empty glass, the orb flew into your mouth.

"Hrchrrch!" (that's you making a gurgling noise). 

"Shit!" Leslie dropped the camera and rushed over to you. "Hold on, [Y/N]!"

She grabbed your face, and before you could do anything her hand was in your mouth, trying to fish out the orb. It only lodged further.

"Leslie, stop that!" Rosa began striking your back. That only slowed down the orb as it persevered.

"Stay with us, [Y/N]!" Leslie cheered on.

You gasped, your lungs burning. You still felt it inside of you, sliding with effort to the pit of your stomach.

"[Y/N], how do you feel?!" Rosa took your shaking hand in hers. 

You felt the orb reach your stomach, then a burning sensation. 

"[Y/N]???"

"Blech!" you threw up onto her hot pink polo shirt.
Then you passed out.
Pathetic.

Your bones ached after sleeping on the cold stone floor for what might've been an eternity. The sleep crust stabbed at your eyes as you forced them open. The sky was a muted red, the stars long decayed. The scent of gasoline hung in the air.

"You're awake," a deep, soothing voice stated. Matter-of-factly.

Your muscles felt weak, your legs like those of a newborn fawn.   

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!! UNDER CONSTRUCTION !!

yo, what are you doing here?
you know the chapter isn't finished, right?
I said so at the beginning.

Jeez.