Series: TMNT
Author: Zelgadis55
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and all related characters belong to Nickelodeon.
Summary: ABC Challenge. D - Remember the Cottage Cheese Demon mentioned in the 1st episode of Season 2? Mikey's brothers certainly don't, so why is it that Mikey is so sure of its existence, despite the ridiculing from his siblings? 2K12 Turtles, set between Season 1 finale and season 2 start. Mikey centric.
A/N: Don't worry, despite the prologue, this story is about the turtles, not any OCs or unknowns. They are only important for setting the story in motion. Ch 1 should be up in a couple of days or so.
Demon
Prologue
The old school shed was dark and dingy. The light-bulb was broken but that was okay, it was not like anyone used the building any longer. Not when there was a brand, spanking new one only a short distance away and this one was slated to be pulled down during the next holiday break in a few week's time. The windows were filthy and boarded up in the places where vandals had smashed them. The only equipment remaining inside was damaged and rusty with disuse. The small building itself was cordoned off with a hire-a-fence made of chicken wire and the threat of detention for any trespassers.
No one came here anymore. Those likely to break the rules had already and had since lost any further interest, which made the old shed perfect for its current use.
Two shadowy figures moved cautiously within, one with distinct purpose, the other, nervous trepidation. A frantic squeal of fright sounded from the latter as she brushed against an old spider web.
"Getitoff!" she shrieked, dancing around like a mad woman. "Getitoff!"
The other looked up with impatient annoyance from where she squatted, carefully measuring out lines for a perfectly shaped pentagram. This was why she had not wanted the company. "Calm down, you'll draw attention to us and then we'll be in trouble."
"But..." The girl kept writhing and twisting in her hysteria.
A sigh resounded throughout the ramshackle room. The crouched figure stood, snatching up the nearby penlight and walking over to the hapless victim in the sticky threads. Roughly, she turned her companion around, shining the weak torchlight over the panicking girl and pulling off all the webbing she could see. "It's off. Now stop whimpering and make yourself useful. Place these carefully on the points and intersections of the pentagram while I finish drawing the lines."
A bag filled with small pillar candles was shoved brusquely into the panting girl's hand and she squinted tremulously at her friend through the poor lighting. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"How hard can it be? I'm totally sick and tired of mother giving me the same garbage for lunch, every single day. She knows how much I despise cottage cheese."
The two enshrouded girls finished their preparations before lighting the meticulously arranged candles in the grimy space.
"It's the devil's food and it's time to prove it!"
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