ourmizarthegleeful:

I
was working on the story I promised about clamcor, when this little
story popped into my head nearly fully formed. I tend to write when I
get inspired, so here you go. Clamcor will come next I promise.

W̪̭̠̣̘͒ͮ̇ͥ͞h̰̭͔̯̰̿̚o̜̣̰͕̮̙
̶͚̫̺̩̼͔̅ͅD̩̤̦ͬ͆̎ͪ̀̂a̯̮͉͇̟ͣͣ̎̓͞ȑ̺̌̋̽e̝̞̊ͮ͛̒ͦ̂͜ş͎̲̹̱
̣̤̻͕̮͎ͬ̂͛́t͙̺̀̆̃͑̚ͅo͈͎͈͕͐̾͟
͎̞̳̞̜̳̺ͭS̱̎ͨ͛̽u̜̩̜͚̪ͫ̿̀ͅͅm̼̪̬͆̎ͅm̫̩̂̾̓͒̈ơ̼͔̟̥͓̑̑̒ņ̿̊ͬ
̣̪̟͇̞ͣ̈̅ͦ̇̇ͮͅt̹̮̥̟͍͍̙h̸͎̝̋̅e͚͑ͩ̔
̉ͮ͗A̖̲̫̱͔̦ͪ̂̑̀ͅl̑̇ͬͯͅl̸̺͖̩̭͚ͬ́ͤ͐̒̊
̱͚͙̻̭̪̋̀͘Ṗ̪̗̖̣̱̳̬̏̽͞ờͫͤw̹͕͔̩͉̤̽̿ͯ͑́e͈͎̗̣̦̱̗ͬ̆ͨ͑ͤ͆r̴̤͙̹̠̻̺̦ͮ̎̎ͣͪͮf̸̹̩̳̖̫́ͪ̍͛ͯ̀ͥu̼̫͇͉͚͍̇l̩̞̟̀̚
̪̖̘͕̔ͮ̒̉Ą͇̟̦͙͛̓͊͆̐́ͧl̖̟̐͘ͅc̸͒̒ͣo̖̦͖͕̫̝ͤ̉ͧ̂͛ͅr͎̳̻ͦ͌̍!̰̰̟̓̿͐̄̈́̑!̷̯!̪̙̘͉̑̎ͦ͑͠

Alcor looked around the
bare room with one small, curtained window near the ceiling, what was
it with summoners and dark basements? He looked at the circle drawn
in goats blood, the large heavily dribbled candles creating a magical
ambience, the large leather tome that the red robed teenage boy was
reading from as he finished chanting, clearly this kid took himself
far too seriously.

The boy reached behind his
back and picked up a large bloody sack. “Oh mighty Dreambender I
offer you these thirty eight dead squirrels and in exchange I request
a fidget spinner that only gets faster instead of slowing down!”

Alcor just stared at the
kid, this was a new one. Why would anybody go though so much trouble
for an antique toy, and why oh why did he think that a demon would
want dead tree rodents? A nasty smile spread across his face as he
realized exactly what the kid was asking for.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

The centuries old demon
held out his hand, D̑͆̒͏̯̬̠̯e̟̰͓͎͕͙͖̽̀ͪͩͧâ̰̠̗̟͈͓̠̏ͯ̿ͤl̺̠̼͉̦̻ͬ̓̆̆.
the two shook on it and the boy recieved a small black spinner made
of an unkown matierial that almost seemed to suck in the light.

………………………………

By noon the next day an
entire block around the fidget spinner had been evacuated, where the
teenagers house had once stood was now a rectangular pit that was
giving off waves of intense, searing heat. Firefighters where soaking
the nearby houses, trying desperately to keep them from combusting.
The national guard had set up a command post in a house across the
street where one of their top lieutenants
was interrorgating the kid.

“So let me get this
straight Richard, you summoned a demon so you could get an old toy,
that was invented for bored people.”

“Yes.”

“And you thought it would
be a good idea to ask for one that would only ever spin faster
instead of slowing down?”

“I don’t know what went
wrong!”

The lieutenant slapped him,
“what went wrong is simple science you little @#$%&!! The
spinning takes energy, that energy creates heat! The faster it goes
the more energy it takes and the more heat it produces. Thats why
everything but that used to be your house is now ashes, and if we
don’t somehow stop it the heat could grow until destroys the whole
city or worse!”

The lieutenant tipped the
chair that Richard was tied to over in disgust and  hurried into the
kitchen where the armies top scientists were frantically discussing
what to do.

“No I told you whatever
we build, the heat will eventually get so intense that is will simply
melt,” one was saying.

“And I told you that its
going to fast to bury, it that wouldn’t stop the heat either. Perhaps
magic could do something…”

The third person at the
table, a woman scrolling through a tablet, shook her head.
“Everything my people tried has been ineffective, it doesn’t help
that they have to keep backing off to cast stronger shielding
spells.”

The lieutenant sat down
wearily in the fourth chair, “People, I think we all know what
we’re going to have to do.”

“Yes,” said Alcor from
the corner where he was suddenly sitting on a stool. “You need to
make

a deal with
m̲̤̞̟͙͈͎̒̃ͭeͬ͑ͣ͏̜͇̺”

“Alcor,” snarled the
lieutenant shooting to his feet and pulling out his side arm, which
turned into butterflies in his hand the moment it was aimed at the
demon.

“Come now, you know that
won’t work. Are you still mad about the thing with the apples?”

The lieutenant took a long,
deep breath, “yes, but we both know that theres no time to discuss
that. What will it take to get you to stop that hellish toy before it
destroys the neighborhood or worse?”

“Hmm let me think, how
about you use your military resources to invent and produce a good
new flavour of ice cream?”

“Why the hell would you
want that?”

“Thats my business, do we
have a deal?”

The lieutenant left the
room and called his supieriors, after a few minutes he came back in.
“Deal,” he said grimacing.

The two shook on it and The
Dreambender made a gesture causing the fidget spinner to appear,
motionless in his hand. Smiling at the military officials he took off
his top hat and dropped the toy inside. “Nice doing business with
you!” With a formal bow he disapeared.

The woman at the table
looked at her colleagues, “did we just get set up?”  The
lieutenant bellowed with rage.