I own nothing. Did you know that the name "Ouija boards" are copyrighted?
Four years earlier…
"That's a Ouija board," Lucy said when Mira whipped out the board.
"Yeah. I thought we could have a séance," she said in that absurdly excitable voice of hers.
Lucy looked around, expecting someone from the group to say something. Natsu and Gray were fighting over…something. Bickslow looked amused while embarrassing Freed about having more conquests. Cana was still trying to figure out her alcohol threshold and was drunkenly chiming in.
"In the words of every token black person in a horror movie, that is a fucking stupid idea."
There were snorts around the room.
"What's the worse that could happen?"
"Yup. Heard that in horror movies too."
"Bickslow is here."
"If that's supposed to convince me, it doesn't. He'd let them wreak havoc as a joke."
Bickslow walked over and draped himself over Lucy. "She knows me so well."
"Get off," she whined trying to shrug the larger man off. "I'm not living out a horror movie tonight. Or risking not being able to get a poltergeist out of my house until I make Bix cheesecake or something. Do it somewhere else."
"But-"
"Nope. Go ask Cana to talk to the dead if you're that curious."
"Hmph," Mira sulked.
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Funny story: I'm biracial. My white cousin is more scared of Ouija boards than my black one.