Authors Note: Well that was a lot of background wasn't it? Oh well, there will be more and then shit goes south. Also did I put this in the wrong category? Does this need to be in cross-overs? Ah well if it does i'll fix it later. Anyways can't decide what characters from which universe (i.e. Marvel, Deathnote, Sherlock, ect.) I want to use. You guys have any ideas? Cause I sure don't. Except I refuse to write a creepypasta fanfiction, especially Jeff the killer. NO, JUST NO! Ugh! Also, I realized that wrote the dialogue incorrectly. You're supposed to start a new paragraph and i just kept writing. Oh well, I'm too lazy to fix and don't want to but I will write the dialogue correctly in this chapter and future chapters. So enjoy another chapter of mainly background and next chapter will begin the fuckery that this story will be. Please give you thoughts and flames thank you.
We gathered the supplies for Rituali Antiquiore Evanescentis and realized that we had no were to do the ritual. The website said that you need a large open space. We could have used Sage's backyard but, her little brother Jackson would have interrupted us and possible mess up the ritual. Thus causing catastrophic and disastrous consequences that result in death and agony. Over all not the best way to go out.
"How about we go to the park? There's a lot of room and the park is large enough that we probably won't run into anyone." Sage said.
I agreed and so we head off to the Walgreens, to get the last of the stuff, and then to the park. While at Walgreens we got some Red Bull and snacks just in case nothing happened and we ended up just hanging out at the park. We opened one of the bags of Sour Patch Kids and ate them while walking around trying to find a good spot to do the thingy. Then we realized that we had no idea what the thing did!
"Wait what does the ritual even do?" I ask.
"Well you found it on 4chan right?" She asked in return.
"Yeah."
"Then it's probably a troll," Sage said, "and if its not then it will probably just summon some anime chick with huge tits and a huge ass."
I nodded in agreement and we continued to go along with the silly ritual. We put down our stuff and pulled out a printed out version of the ritual instructions. We of course started at the beginning. What kind of dumb fuck wouldn't start at the beginning of the instructions?
The first step was to lay out a large picnic blanket has to be larger than 15" by 20" and to smooth it so that there are very few wrinkles. Next we needed to take about a handful of potpourri over the blanket making sure to get all of the edges. For the third step we needed our favorite CD, because CDs are relevant and used regularly. Neither of us wanted to waste our favorite CD so we just found an old one that we both thought was okay and used that instead.
The other steps were just as weird and frankly I don't remember/ want to type up all of them. I mean what a waste of perfectly good Red Bull. But thats beside the point. Anyways once we completed the last step we were supposed to lay down on the picnic blanket, which at this point was disgusting, so we did. My hair smelt like potpourri for a week! It was nasty but anyways after we laid down on the blanket and were supposed to think of a location or something.
I honestly don't think this was meant for two people to participate. We both thought of a place and then we were supposed to close our eyes. When we opened them we realized we dun goofed.
"Hey, George where are we?"