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What if: A Boy's Best Friend Pt. 1

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As a ten years-old, Alan was a rather lonely child.

Many would say that he was shied away due to how quiet and disinterested he was while other kids would be eager to interact with others, yet his family's situation was to blame to an extent. He wouldn't be able to invite anyone, his mother wouldn't even allow him to go out if it wasn't strictly necessary or, rarely, to enjoy lonely walks in the park.

That tended to be a good reason to urge the boy, now slowly entering a rebellious phase, to try and make friends in a rather desperate fashion. Trying his luck with normal people yielded him just scorn and alienation. In these circumstances, many kids would further drive themselves deep in their shells, but Alan was a stubborn boy, and he discovered that his great-grandfather had left behind a strange 'tome of rites' behind.

Something that, in the first page, was defined as a 'last resort if he came back'. Alan didn't know who this 'he' was, but he could tell that what he found after checking back Grandpa Nestor's old shack was a spellbook.

It was the real deal when, as he browsed the pages the first time, he couldn't get anything from its odd language, but, for some reason, that changed the more he perused it and soon these all 'felt' like they were written in English.

Inside its pages, numerous spells for various purposes and yet one in particular quickly gained his attention.

The Spell for Familiars! How to summon your own Henchman/woman!

While the word 'Familiar' rang nothing to the boy, the terms Henchman/woman were something he had read on some comics before. These were usually people that worked under a villain, loyal people at that in most occasions. Loyal and understanding- just like a friend should be.

The kid was euphoric at the chance to actually summon his own ideal friend out of this occasion, and thus rushed up to get all needed steps to summon his 'Familiar'. First thing first, he needed to find some chickens to draw blood from.

The spellbook said nothing about killing, only shedding blood and no general amount of it as it was needed to create a specific circle with a peculiar design. The book entailed 'a lot of blood for the strongest familiar', but Alan wasn't looking for a strong familiar, he was looking for just a friend.

After getting pecked and scratched in his hands a few time, the boy was quite confident that he had gotten enough blood from some of the chickens in the farm at the town's outkirts. Then it was turn for some 'depured salt' which was more like adding sugar instead of it. It asked for the opposite of Salt, and Alan doubted it was anything else. Last but not least, a sacrifice that mattered a lot to the user.

Due to how material his view of the world was at the time, Alan decided to sacrifice his first blanket. Sounded a bit stupid since he had long phased out of needing it, but it still held a relevant part of his fond memories. It was going to hurt a fair bit but...

He needed a friend.

And as the last aspects of the ritual were finished by the shed beside Nestor's old shack, Alan started the ritual and followed all words to the letter. The candles he had 'borrowed' from his parents lit up by themselves as he went on with the chant, and as he noticed the blood he used for the seal array glow up, he knew that it was indeed working.

A few seconds went on and then he uttered the last word within the chant, just as a blinding light flashed through and forced his eyes to shut to not burn up. There was a brief pause as the entire shed trembled at the magical display and... then he heard something crashing onto the ground, forcing all candle to suddenly lose their flames and fall down.

He blinked a few times, eyes squinting as they readjusted to the situation and... and he wasn't able to word out what he was looking at. Groaning a bit, clearly disoriented by the summoning, what looked to be a furred child tried to grasp what had just happened. She was around his age, Alan wasn't truly sure of it, but she looked to be around his height.

She also had pretty light-gray hair and fur, mixed with sections of darker gray and black fur. A pair of lupine ears stood and twitched in alarm, ready to notice the first issue, and then her eyes, red where human's white was, and white where the irises were meant to be. She was wearing a sleeveless gray shirt with black shorts, a pair of black sports shoes with red details too.

Alan was baffled by the sight, but as she seemed close to fully recover from the magical ritual, he reached into the bag he had prepared for the occasion with any tool that could be useful about it in his mind. Within a few protective means to defend himself like a kitchen knife, a taser he borrowed from his parents and the item he was looking for- a box filled with beef jerky.

It didn't take long for the wolf-girl to finally recover and notice him, but while she looked worried and irked by this situation, her eyes widened and turned to the source of the delicious smell that hit her nostrils. She sniffed twice, her mouth watering as she slowly approached while Alan took three strings of the meaty snacks.

She sniffed it closely, and then nibbled one out of Alan's hand. The girl munched slowly, savoring the experimental bite and then ended up biting the two others out of Alan's hand. Alan took more and more, until the box was emptied entirely and the girl finished devouring all of the beef jerky.

Once she was done, Alan thought she would have been reluctant to interact more with him, but he jerked a bit as he felt her tongue licking his palm, tickling him a bit. He chuckled, the girl smiling before suddenly tackling him to the ground.

He thought he got tricked, but soon he felt that very tongue that had been lapping on his hand now wetting up his face with saliva. He giggled at the ticklish feeling that was stronger now, the girl clearly happy as her tail was wagging earnestly.

"W-Who are you?" She asked excitedly yet nervously.

"I am Alan, you?"

"Loona."

"Hi Loona. I summoned you to be my friend?"

Her eyes widened. "Friend? Y-You want to be my friend?"

"Of course! I summoned you just for that, I have no friends-" The boy tried to explain, but Loona gasped.

"I don't have any too!"

It was his eyes' turn to widen. "Really? Does that mean we are each other's first friend?"

"Sounds about right," Loona hummed. "Are you- Are you a human?"

"Yes, but what are you?"

"I am a hellhound."

"Really? That sounds so cool!"

Her grin widened and her tail started to wag again.

A new friendship was born, yet far more chaotic than anything this world was expected to face in these modern times.

AN

The main difference that really makes this AU stand out from Goetic Childhood is that Loona and Alan have no genuine adult supervision as you will see next chapter. In fact, it's more of a 'journey' around while getting caught in conspiracies, demonic cults, misunderstandings and God ending up having a laugh at the end result.

REVIEW Q&A!

Coldblue2015:
1) Maybe;
2) She will be more brutal because she has a personal reason to protect her only friends;
3) Sorta-ish;
4) Yes, and while it will be adorable at first, puberty will make it really awkward;
5) Dunno;

LurkerReader007: Blitzo will adopt someone, but I will not tell who or why because it will fit within a character's development arc.

Ibarakino-Fan: Duh!