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comfort-person · 9 months

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Hellish nightmare

OKAY OKAY IM SORRY- but I saw this new trailer of ‘witch board’ I know nothing about it- I’ve seen the original so I’m loosely basing it off of that but it’s totally made up so a little bit of everything… just my brain spitting out ideas that won’t go away. BUT I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT IT BECAUSE IM NOT OKAY AHEOEEOOOWOSE. Anywayssss don’t come at me pls- this’ll be incredibly out of his character as I don’t know him and I haven’t seen what he is like so I’m just going with the vibes and how he’s got dark secrets apparently- so just bare with… AH. His voice is just driving me mental so please ignore how bad this plot is and how I have no idea what I’m writing but I need to get it out because if I don’t I’m just going to go mad. Okay okay rant over. Enjoy!

Trigger warnings: devils, fantasy- horror shit- made up stuff! Mention of sickness, scary stuff, ghost stuff, mention of Ouija boards, horror movie, possession of reader- bunch of other stuff idk- just horror stuff!

A/N: ALSO THE FREAKING DIFFICULTY SPELLING OUIJA IS PISSING ME OFF😭😭😩 I’m mentally unwell I’m sorry. HAHA

Fem! Reader x Alexander Babtiste

“What’s so scary? It’s only a bit of hocus pocus… right?” A smirk tugged at your lips as you stared at your friends who seemed incredibly unhappy about your idea. In front of you sat a Ouija board the planchette sat atop of the honey coloured board “it’s a harmless game! C’mon… who doesn’t want to talk to a devil?” Your friends glanced at each other uncomfortably before Ryan focused completely on you “y/n you’re pushing your luck… this isn’t just a harmless game it’s literally testing your luck… haven’t you heard about those kids who get possessed?” You stared at your friends before rolling your eyes “loosen up you lot. It’s just a game. If you don’t want to I’ll do it myself… just watch.” You spoke annoyed yet your friends were still discomforted by that idea, yet none of them tried to stop you as you placed your index fingers and middle fingers on both sides of the planchette,

“It’s meant to be your dominant hand. Use your dominant hand.” Amelia muttered and you looked at her seeing her anxiety building “oh- so you know how to work these do you? C’mon then… let’s play together.” You spoke, keeping your writing hand on the planchette your other hand resting in your lap, Amelia looked uncomfortable and shook her head “you’re a bunch of wusses I’m telling you.” You muttered rolling your eyes, it was all just a game… but it wasn’t…. Was it? You exhaled before you watched as the planchette began to move by itself. “Stop the bullshit y/n you’re moving that!” Chris exclaimed eyes wide but you didn’t respond. “Is someone here with us? If so please show us.” You spoke calmly and softly watching the planchette slowly move to ‘yes.’ A smile tugged at your lips “thank you… who are you?” You asked watching as the planchette practically dove towards ‘no’ “no? Do you not want to tell me?” It remained on ‘no’ and you suddenly felt an incredibly uncomfortable feeling in your stomach… someone was here. “Y/n you’ve had your fun c’mon cut the crap.. please.” Amelia practically begged but you shook your head “not until I get answers. It’s just a game!” You said annoyed before focusing back on the Ouija board “who are you? I’m Y/n…. I want to know you” you spoke watching as the planchette jutted towards one of the letters before it began to slowly spell something out:

B E E L Z L E B U B

Your eyes were wide as you spoke every letter before realising what it had spelled out “Beelzlebub…” you whispered your friends seemingly to have grown that more freaked out and anxious “okay okay yes you’re done y/n. Say goodbye! Say goodbye!” Your friends yelled at you, forcing you to drag the planchette down to ‘goodbye’ “what’s wrong?! I was talking to them!” You yelled, believing your friends were just being pussies. “Beelzlebub is a synonym for satan!” Satan… shit… you gulped glancing at your friends worriedly “right.. yeah… I’m sorry. I’ll stop now.” You murmured before quickly putting the board back into the box and tossing it into your wardrobe before you and your friends left the room to try and debrief and calm down…. You didn’t realise what you were messing with. Who you were messing with… this was just the start of your hellish nightmare.

~five days later~

Not much happened, some weird things happened sure but other than that you were fine. All until the fifth evening… you were starting to feel sick to your stomach. Your skin was growing hotter and you were sweating. You were rolling back and forth in bed, breathing heavy as you struggled to get comfortable. It constantly felt as if a dark presence was looming over you… watching you… waiting to attack you. Yet it never attacked you. It was just waiting- waiting to frighten you. Waiting to paralyse you. You tossed and turned- over and over again, your eyes shut tight as you struggled to stay still, your eyes although shut ached like nothing before- you kept seeing bright lights. An orange fiery glow and girls in white dresses dancing around a fire, men in masks also dancing- their masks seemed to be that of a goat skull… the devil…. You tossed and turned constantly over and over again unable to sleep… unable to do anything apart from toss and turn all until a loud cough grabbed your attention making your eyes snap open as you shot up seeing your surroundings suddenly change “y/n… you okay?” You panted seeing Amelia, it was daylight outside… you could’ve sworn it was nighttime “you okay?” She asked again and you nodded your head “yeah… yeah… fine.” Amelia looked beyond concerned but slowly nodded as she left the room and you carefully got up and out of bed your legs feeling like jelly, your eyes were achy your head pounding and your stomach churning before eventually you felt a fuzzing in your windpipe, your lips parting before you threw a hand over your mouth sprinting towards the nearest bathroom as you practically collapsed onto your knees as you threw up into the toilet your eyes glossy and fearful, squeezing shut as you gripped onto the toilet continuing to puke up your guts all until you caught a glimpse of what was in the toilet….

A black liquid. It was supposed to be clear- or orange…. But this was black…. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand seeing your saliva mixed with black liquid… “what the fuck y/n?” You turned around abruptly seeing Chris looking alarmed “Jesus Christ…” he whispered “I-I don’t feel so good.” You whispered out eyes full of fear “you need to rest then…” he spoke staring at the black liquid on your lips, he then made a mental note to call someone immediately. You playing the Ouija board then being sick like this… it was a massive no no. Massive red flags too… he wasn’t having his friend be demonically possessed. No fucking way. And so that’s exactly what happened, Chris ended up getting into contact with a man called Alexander Babtiste. Alexander made it known that he was skilful in these situations. He knew how to cast the devil away… he knew that he held much more power above any other being. Or well that’s what he told everyone…. He wasn’t necessarily a scam- no- but rather a terrifying truth. He knew what he was doing but he hid many many secrets. He knew why demons clung onto certain people- it was usually because they were empaths and able to feel such things and in this case you were an empath. Yes you might not believe as such but you felt things… saw things… heard things. Things that couldn’t just be debunked. You were laying on the couch a cold flannel resting on your forehead, you had scratches on your cheeks and you were simply a mess all until you heard three loud knocks and you tiredly opened your eyes “it’s him.” A voice murmured… who? Who was here? You tiredly watched your friend move to the door before opening the door allowing a man dressed in black to enter the house… he looked like a priest…. Was he a priest? You stared in silence “thank you for coming so quickly, mr Babtiste…” “call me Alexander. Please.” He smiled soothingly before his baby blues slowly turned to look at you, he wore a cross chain- the cross sitting perfectly in the middle of his chest “what has been happening?” He asked Chris who ran a hand through his hair worriedly,

“Throwing up black stuff… acting really really weird.” “Weird? How so?” Alexander looked towards you again “y/n how are you feeling? Can you sit up for me?” You nodded and slowly sat up “I’m fine… just got a headache.” You muttered, Chris- whom was beside you was practically glaring daggers into the side of your head. He knew you were lying.. and so did Alexander. Your lies were not fooling the man “only a headache?” He queried, head tilting slightly and you stared at him suddenly feeling an extremely strong urge to slap him…. Slap him a voice in your head whispered, sounding menacing and your hand jutted in your lap making Alexander look down at your hand “impulses” he spoke out loud “impulses, throwing up dark stuff you say?” He glanced at Chris who nodded “black stuff…. Had black stuff in it… looked like coal.” He spoke Alexander nodding slightly “right… well- I’m assuming she’s being controlled.” “So possessed?” “No… no… I don’t like that term.” Alexander smiled calmly as he shook his head “she is not possessed…. But she is close to becoming possessed. That is why I’m going to rid the demon out of your house.”

And so Alexander set up a ritual looking thing in the middle of your living room, “come- sit.” He spoke sitting down on one side, and you sat down on the other, Chris sitting further away “I want you to focus on the pendulum, okay?” You nodded staring down at the object he held that slowly swung back and forth not entirely realising that he was using you as his own experiment to see how far you could talk to these demons… “as long as I am here no one can hurt you. Nothing can hurt you. Nothing in this room will hurt you, okay?” You nodded slightly a little bit of anxiousness forming in your eyes and he reached out resting his fingertips against your shoulder “you know so little yet here you are… and i know so much… trust me, y/n- I did not learn this by myself. I will teach you how to protect yourself…. How to get rid of these dark vengeful spirits… demons… everything… you don’t have to worry.” You kept your eyes on the pendulum just as he had asked you to “we must go back… to find her… the one who carved this very board and spilt the blood onto it… we must go back.” You slowly looked at him your brows furrowing “girls dancing around a fire…” those words struck the man his brows arching in an alarmed nature “pardon?” “Girls. Dancing around a fire… I’ve seen them… in my dream… in my vision.. in my head.” His hand slowly lowered as he listened to you the pendulum dropping to rest in his lap “you mean that?” You nodded staring and he tried to see whether you were lying but he saw nothing but the truth… he still seemed alarm and you didn’t understand why

“You’re in danger, y/n. More danger than I could’ve ever expected. I need to cleanse you. I must give you a bottle of holy water. You will need it I—“ “no.” That one single word silenced the man your eyes growing darker, angrier, Alexander’s lips parting but instead of seeming afraid he seemed entranced “no? Why?” He asked and you glared at him shaking your head “do you not want to tell me?” You shook your head again “why not?” But he only received another shake of the head “tell me.” He whispered staring deep into your soul as if trying to capture you completely, Chris was breathing more heavily more anxious more fear driven “Alexander what is going on?” He asked worriedly the man soon looking at Chris a smile on his lips “I did it.” Chris blinked confused “did what?”

“This isn’t y/n we’re talking to.” He shook his head, Chris’ breath catching in his throat “Beelzlebub if this is you… show me. Don’t be afraid.” He spoke Chris growing angry and fearful all at once “what the hell man?! You’re meant to help-“ “calm. down. You don’t want to hurt her now do you?” Chris stared in horror but slowly fell silent as he tried to calm down Alexander turning to look at you again, your eyes were almost pitch black your head lulling down, eyes looking at him angrily- looking at him like a snake would, angry… poisonous slap him a more vulgar voice demanded and soon enough your hand was raising and your palm was connecting against his cheek, knocking the man’s glasses off as they fell onto the floor not quite alarming the man but rather catching him off guard. He fumbled to pick up his glasses again “good… good.” He smiled Chris staring at Alexander in total horror… he was batshit crazy! This was irreversible. He had heard the horror stories…. The stories… people getting possessed and not coming back… he had heard them… stories of witches… stories of many many other things and he didn’t want you to just become another story… but this wasn’t just a story- no- this was far worse… this was a hellish nightmare. A hellish reality. And he couldn’t do anything to stop it…. Or could he? Who knows.

That was like the shittiest ending ever I know but my ideas ran scarce… kinda… besides I already know this is gonna be bad so why not make it worse LMAO. Anyways I can now finally stop simping for a character I’ve only seen for about three seconds. Goodnight and goodbye. Send help. 😃

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