Allison is doing a summoning for Halloween. Unfortunately she gets Roth. (thebasketcasebabe)
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At first, nothing.
Just silence, just ordinary reality. Just another bogus ritual, just another fake invocation. Then, reality had a seizure.
The air grows cold, alive with static. An unnatural wind blows open the door and brings chaos. The ground trembles, as the lights grow brighter than bright. Then, the power surges and the bulbs shatter. In that darkness, there was a light from the closet. It glowed red, smelling of brimstone and sulfur.
The closet door opens and there stands a stranger. The eyes glowed yellow, while the outline of horns can be seen. He steps forward, out from the closet and the darkness.
He’s dressed as a bum. His green army jacket is stained with oil stains and whatever he had for lunch. His jeans were three or four generations out of style. He was vintage, he was another decade.
Then, Roth spoke.
“What an entrance, huh?”
He giggled, then frowned as he stepped closer. His eyes looked upon the other with security.
“Y’know, you have some nerve calling me up! I was in the middle of downing several twinkies during a Vincent Price marathon.”


















