A Boy and His Imp
¦ hello ! I'm pretty new to writing fanfictions, but I thought I'd give it a go ! I hope you enjoy it, and if this chapter gets enough attention then I'll continue to write out the story which I want to reach up to several chapters. Chapters will get longer as they progress, so I apologize if this chapter is too short ! ¦
The sun was setting in South Park and the night would soon blanket over the small town, but Craig had no time for sleep yet. His friends were coming over tonight to sleep over and Clyde apparently found something amazing and mysterious, but he was pretty skeptical about that. He hears the knocking on his front door and he heads downstairs to open it before his parents could, he was greeted by Clyde, Token, and Jimmy who had all arrived at the same time. Which was pretty convenient because Craig wanted to stay in his room as much as possible right now, maybe because he didn't want to listen to his parents.
" Hey guys, " his monotone voice rings through the silence, each of them replies with a hello and he sidestepped to allow them inside. His eyes glide over the sleeping bags and backpacks they each held, every single one a different color according to their favorite colors.
They head to Craig's room and he follows behind them after shutting the front door, Clyde looked giddy about the item tucked away in his bag. Once they were in the room they sat on the floor and formed a small circle, Clyde is persistent about this.
" Okay guys, what I am about to show you is SO mysterious, and it will blow your mind - " Clyde is cut off when Craig mutters a rugged, " hurry up " towards him. He wanted to see how much he could shit on Clyde for something that probably wasn't even that cool. Clyde responds with a grumble and slowly pulls out a black book from his bag, and of course Craig rolled his eyes at the sight. The other two just had a look of confusion spread across their face.
" I know it looks like some normal book, but it says Grimoire on the side and I looked it up and this thing can summon all kinds of spooky shit ! " his lips are plastered with a smile, but everyone is skeptical about this even if weird things always happened in South Park. Craig especially wasn't convinced by this, and even if he was and even if this book could summon demons then he would want no part of it. He hated getting into unnecessary bullshit.
" Clyde, it's just a book. It's trash, " Craig is the first to say something about it, his voice drags out and he was only speaking the truth. The book's spine was worn down and it looked like it was about to collapse at any moment, the symbol on the front was nearly scratched out like someone was trying to hide it's true meaning.
Clyde puffs up his cheeks, clearly hurt by what Craig was saying to him. He went out of his way to bring something cool, but no one was interested ! How rude of them, Clyde had thought before replying to Craig, " Oh yeah ? Well, if you think it's just trash then I dare you to read one of these and summon a monster. "
Token and Jimmy look interested now, and Jimmy took it upon himself to coax Craig into doing this little challenge, " Don't be such a p – p – p – p – pussy, Craig. "
Craig knows this is just the bait to lure him into doing it and he was thinking about turning it down, but something was telling him to do it. Not the looks from Token, not Jimmy, not Clyde. It was almost like a voice wormed it's way inside his head and was yelling at him to do it and get it over with. He just had to read one of the things from the book and then it would be over with, nothing would happen and he could prove Clyde wrong.
" Whatever, let's get this over with, " he says, and Clyde gleefully claps his hands momentarily.
" I knew you'd come around ! I'm picking the page, though, " his smile is mischievous as he speaks, and he flips through the book and Craig notices that it looks like a completely different language. Finally, he stops on a page with a nasty little creature painted on one side and what he thinks is the summoning words to bring it to life along with a description. He scrunched up his nose a bit, the thing looked pretty disgusting in his opinion, but he supposes most things from Hell were unpleasant to look at.
He gives a glance towards Token and Jimmy who shrug and then back to Clyde who was smiling like an idiot, Craig just shakes his head and stares down at the words. He was going to start reading it, but the letters looked like they were changing into something more readable and he thought he was going crazy. Maybe he needed glasses after all these years. They changed to english letters, but no one said anything, could they even see it too ?
It says to draw an inverted pentagram first and he honestly didn't have to do this. He didn't have to do any of this, but that voice was telling him to and the next thing he knew he had gotten up from his spot on the floor and dug into his dresser for a washable marker. The others watched as he worked away on the floor, drawing the pentagram and making them back away so he could have space to read from the book. Craig begins to read, his voice almost sounding robotic as the incantation sounded through the room and when he was done he waited. They all did.
The tension was thick, it felt dark and heavy like something was pressing down on them and keeping them from breathing. After a good minute, nothing had happened. No magical bullshit spewed from the pentagram or the book itself. Craig didn't know what he was expecting at this point, but at least he was right and he could rub it in Clyde's face.
" That was very anticlimactic, " Token says quietly as Craig slams the book shut and tosses it onto the floor away from them, he could care less if it had gotten torn up in the process. Clyde is disappointed and groans in frustration.
" Yeah, Clyde, " Craig agrees with Token and makes an emphasis and Clyde's name, he turns to his cellphone for his late night entertainment. The other three turned to Craig's gaming system and for the rest of the night they threw around insults at each other and jokes, gossiped a little and ate junk food before they got comfortable. Everyone was in their sleeping bags while Craig was in his own bed and they wore their pajamas as they each fell asleep. He had been the last to fall asleep as his eyes struggled against it, but he gave in and let the night take him.
He woke up in the empty and dark space of his dreams, the stars surrounded him and glowed softly against his face. He could name the constellations by heart, as he pointed them out to himself. Craig didn't want to be anywhere else right now, the silence was soothing and cradled him deeper into his sleep. It didn't take long for something to start calling him out to him, the space that had once been there was shattering around him and he was falling back down to the Earth below.
Craig's eyes flutter open and his vision is momentarily blurry, all he can scope out is the blobs of yellow and he could feel something shaking him. He reached up to rub at his eyes and clear them of sleep, but he regretted waking up when he came face to face with something he thought could never exist. He's propped himself up on his elbows as the creature was towering over him, his breathing picked up slightly and his fingers curled into the sheets of his bed. Was this the thing he was trying to summon earlier ? It was the exact opposite of what the book had shown to him.
The first thing Craig noticed was that lions mane of hair, and those wild green eyes that could pierce through the literal darkness of his room. There were two horns that sprouted from his forehead and he was accompanied with a pair of fangs too. He wasn't exactly wearing a shirt so his bare chest was in full view. Scanning downwards, his lower half was coated in brownish-red fur and he sported a pair of cloven hooves, whipping behind him was the average demons tail. He didn't even see the wings yet until they had spread out from behind him, he looked as if he were stretching. They weren't too big, but they were obviously big enough to aid the demon in flying several feet above the floor. The wings looked frail though, as the moonlight from his blinds shined onto them he could see the intricate veins that branched out in them.
Craig could even point out how his fingernails were sharp and the ends of his fingers were a red hue that faded the further it went up his hand. He didn't notice the pitchfork that was being pointed directly at him, it inched closer, but it stopped as the demon glared down at him. He didn't know what to make of this or what to say, he was somewhat relieved that the demon spoke up first. In fact, he's relieved that could even speak at all.
" You tried to summon me with so many p – people around ! Do you know how much pressure it is to be summoned when there are a bunch of people staring at you ?! " it shouts, and surprisingly no one even heard it. Maybe it put a small sound barrier around them, thinking that Craig would scream from being scared or something. It's acting like he knows what's going on.
Craig's expression changes back to the one he had always wore, the way the demon spoke settled his nerves.
" I didn't think the book would actually work, okay ? Besides, it was a dare - " he is cut off by the other rather quickly.
" You didn't think it would work ?! It says what it is right on the side of the book ! Obviously you can read if you were the one that was reading the damn th - thing, " his voice squeaks softly, but he pulls away his pitchfork and takes a seat at the end of Craig's bed with his goat-ish legs folding beneath him.
He starts to speak again, " If this was all a mistake then I can go now, right ? "
Craig guessed that since he summoned him then he could also make him go away too, and it would have been for the better if he did. But looking at the demon, how he looked nothing like the creatures from down below made something stir in his gut. He must have been an outcast down there. It wasn't his problem, yet at the same time he felt the urge to keep him around. How could he send away something that looked like a puppy with a tail between it's legs ? Though, he knows he shouldn't underestimate someone like this.
After some timely thinking, he answers the question straightforward, " No. I think I'll make you stay awhile, you can help me out and stuff. "
The demons face contorts into what looked like another face of displeasure.
" I'm not a slave ! Well, I mean .. I guess I kind of am, but that's not the point ! If you keep me around then you'd have to worry about people seeing me and other things. It would be better if you sent me back, " he is persistent on going back, and Craig isn't sure why. Until it dawned on him that the demon seemed pretty nervous about being here in the first place.
" Is it because you're afraid ? You look like you could defend yourself well, and if you can't then I'll make sure no one finds you, " it was rare moments like these where Craig's voice was genuine.
" Then you'd have to make sure a priest doesn't find me and I'm still not going to slave around for you, but right now I should head back until you actually need me again .. My name's Tweek, by the way, " his voice had gotten softer as to indicate that he has calmed down now.
" I'm Craig, but if I summon you again and you aren't there, then I'll go down to Hell and find you myself, " Craig lets out a chuckle and Tweek can't help but smile a little. He nods and just like that vanishes from thin air.
Craig isn't sure what he's getting himself into, but for some reason he was excited about tomorrow.
