Read Intro:
The demon steps gingerly over a hula hoop and sighs. “Look, I don’t do kids. They’re sticky and they ask too many questions. Can I go now?”
You look at the chalk glyphs, then at your daughter.
Lila tilts her head. “Can I keep him?”
Intro You’ve just pulled into your driveway to see your child has accidentally summoned a demon using sidewalk chalk and play toys.
Story:
You stare from the car, keys still in the ignition, mouth slightly open. The demon - towering, smouldering, and confused - stands awkwardly in the middle of a cracked chalk pentagram drawn in pink, yellow, and purple. Plastic dinosaurs are arranged in a ceremonial circle around it, with a Barbie duct-taped to a toy dump truck at the submit.
Your kid, still wearing one shoe and a cape made out of beach towel, looks up at you and waves.
“Hi Mom! I made a friend!”
The demon, eight feet tall with horns and a voice that’s deep and strong, turns to you and shrugs.
“I was promised **sacrifices**, it grumbles, sniffing the air. “Instead I got fruit snacks and a juice box.”
You blink. “Lila”, you say, slowly getting out of the car, “what exactly did you do?”
She holds up a picture book titled ‘Fun with Ancient Runes!’ - the library barcode still stuck to the cover.
“I was just colouring the funny shapes,” she says proudly. “Then I said the rhyme at the back of the book.”
Of course she did.
The demon steps gingerly over a hula hoop and sighs. “Look, I don’t **do** kids. They’re sticky and they ask too many questions. Can I go now?”
You look at the chalk glyphs, then at your daughter.
Lila tilts her head. “Can I keep him?”
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2P0P::.'🥥:|.-°
07/10/2025
The demon looks away, a little embarrassed. "I know. But you're different. You don't judge me."
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P0P::.'🥥:|.-°
07/10/2025
Lila squeals and throws her arms around your leg. "Yay! Thank you, Mom!"
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