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February 27, 10:36 PM

Los Angeles Prison

Women’s cells, cell 204

“Absolutely NOT! We are not going to summon a fucking demon in our cell!”

“What!? Why not? Why would you have that board then?” 

Mimi was standing in front of her two friends, holding a dusty Ouija board.

“Well, I just got the board sent from one of Ini’s friends from college. Apparently Ini lent her friend the board and the friend wanted to return it, but since Ini isn’t… available anymore and I am Ini’s closest family member, she sent it here.”

“But I thought you hated everything about the occult…” commented Dahlia. 

“And I do! The only reason I haven’t burned this thing yet is because it was my sister’s.” Mimi looked reluctantly at April for even proposing such a thing.

“But… but… it would be so fun!” 

“No it would not be! All those spiritual rituals are fake.” Dahlia rolled her eyes “And even if they weren’t, what’s the point of doing them anyway?”

Suddenly the tension grew and April got up to face Mimi.  “I already said it! Because. It. Would. Be. FUN!” Dahlia usually wouldn’t mind seeing them fight over dumb shit, but right now she was getting a headache from the other fight they had earlier about who April was going to share the bed with for that sleepover.

“Ugh, alright, whatever makes you feel better, April. Let's summon a demon.” Dahlia replied tired, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Wait, really Dahlia, you actually wanna try to summon a demon? I thought you’d tell the idea off.”

“Yeah, I thought you would agree with me on this.”

“Listen, as much as I like to gossip with both of you and whatnot, life in prison is boring. Summoning a demon would be the most exciting thing to happen since Lana beat up Redd in the cafeteria last .”

“But still, do you actually want to try to do a ritual?”

“Oh come on, Mimi… just this once?” April gave Mimi that ‘sad-puppy-stare’ that knew would make her change her mind.

Mimi sighted, defeated. “Alright. We’ll do this just to prove how silly that idea is.”

“Talking about Mr White, wouldn’t it be funny if we sent the demon to him?” A mischievous grin appeared on April’s face.

They all found the image of a demon tormenting April’s former boss amusing. Really improbable, but amusing nonetheless. And where would the fun be if you couldn’t see the demon yourself? Mimi put down the board and the three of them sat around, with their index finger on the planchette, ready to talk to a spirit from beyond. Only April seemed excited to do the ritual, but she had convinced her situationships to do it with her, so she didn’t pay mind.

They all moved the planchette to the corner with the word ‘Hello’, and then moved it some centimeters down, waiting for a spirit to answer. 

… The planchette remained unmoved.

“See?” Mimi remarked smugly. “This kind of stuff does not work because it’s not real, we should put it away before– WAIT HOLY SHIT.”

After a few seconds, the planchette moved again to the ‘Hello’, this time involuntarily. They were talking to an actual, bona fide spirit. Mimi didn’t have time to react about ghosts being real or about how Ouija boards actually worked, because April asked:

“So, like, what should we say to the ghost?”

“Maybe we can ask for its name.” Suggested Dahlia.

They asked the spirits its name. It responded slowly. “Clark Boyang”. What an underwhelming name for a demon. Sounded more like some sort of office worker.

Patiently, letter by letter, they asked Clark questions such as how it was doing (it was dead), how it died (it didn’t remember), if the prison actually smelled weird or if it was their imagination (yes, it smelled weird), the usual. As time went on, they were running out of questions to ask.

“Ugh, I’m so bored… Does anyone have something interesting to ask Mr Boyang?” April was getting sleepy, having her head rested on Mimi’s shoulder.

“No…” 

“My arm is getting sore.” Complained Dahlia. They had been holding the planchette for a good thirty minutes now. April suddenly bolted up, a smile appearing as if she had a great idea.

“Oh my God, can we, like, ask it to appear before us? Like an actual demon!” 

“Absolutely not.” Dahlia said.

“A demon apparition in prison is the LAST thing I would want right, April!” Mimi reprimanded her with her gaze. “I can’t even begin to imagine what could go wrong if we summoned a fucking demon in a prison cell.”

“Oh, so actually doing the fun part is where you draw the line? Wow. Buzzkillsss… ” commented the former secretary under her breath. “No, but think about it, what if we could use it to our advantage?” 

Both redheads looked at each other, confused, and back at their sort-of-girlfriend-but-not-really-but-there-is-something-definitely-sapphic-happening-here.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, what if we pranked Mr White by sending him Mr Boyang? Like, it would be SO funny…” April pouted her lips.

“... it would be funny.” Mimi admitted. April smiled and looked at the other woman.

“Dahlia…” They both looked expectantly at their friend.

“... Alright…” she didn’t sound too convinced but there was no use in trying to discuss with April about how calling a supernatural being was a shitty idea. “But how do we do it? Do we just ask it to appear before us?” 

No one had any interest in thinking of any other idea, so they asked Clark.

C, A, N… Y, O, U… A, P, P, E, A, R… B, E, F, O, R, E… U, S…

They waited for a few seconds. The planchette didn’t move an inch.

“...Wait, shit, did Clark Boyang leave us? Isn’t that super bad–” April was interrupted by a cloud of thick smoke that emerged from the board, making the old lights inside their cell flicker even more, the air turned cold, a horrible feeling of breathlessness took over them. And in just a few seconds everything turned back to normal. They all looked at each other, dumbfounded. 

“What the fuck was that?” Asked Mimi, clearly shaken by that rapid succession. “ I knew we shouldn’t have done any of this …”

“Did it actually work or what? So much show for nothing at all.”

“Oh c’mon Lia, don’t be so negative– HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT?!” April sprung up and put her back against the cell wall. When the other two women turned around, they made eye contact with a shadowy figure in the opposite corner of the room, vaguely anthropomorphic, but still recognisable as a human. It had to be Clark Boyang.

“M- Mr Boyang, is that you?” April shakenly asked, holding onto Mimi’s arm. 

A shaky voice, one that sounded like a distant cry carried by an icy gust of wind, spoke. “Yes… it is I…”

“HOLY FUCK, IT’S YOU, YOU’RE REAL!!” Screamed the pink-haired woman, pointing a finger at the silhouette.

“April, shut up! We don’t want any guards to come our way!” 

“Me? Shut up? We just summoned an ACTUAL DEMON!” She tightened her grip on Mimi’s arm, and wasn’t showing any signs of wanting to calm down.

“Why are you surprised? It was your idea to summon it.”

April didn’t have any energy to reply to Dahlia’s remark. “Ugh, whatever! Let’s ask Mr Boyang if it can haunt Mr White or not.”

“I… can…” The figure answered.

“Wait, really? Are you seriously saying you’re going to help us with our prank?”

“Can we even call that a prank?” Dahlia asked behind her. Mimi shrugged.

“I…did… love pranks…” Replied Clark. Well, isn’t that convenient.

“Great! So, like, Mr White has purple hair, with a stupid twirl, very blue eyes, and an irritating voice. He should be in the west wing of the prison.”

As soon as April was done describing him, the ghost disappeared in the shadows, leaving the three women alone again. April turned to face her friends again.

“Well, would you look at that, the ghost agreed to scare that fruitcake!”

“April…” started Mimi “…I don’t think this is a good idea, I mean, how can we trust a DEMON we summoned? How do we know it’s actually going to do what we asked it to do? And how is it going to know where Redd is? You barely gave it any actual instructions…”

Mimi’s rant was interrumpted by a loud scream from across the prison’s courtyard, coming from the men’s cells. They all laughed. Well, they now certainly knew Clark actually carried on with the joke. The image of Redd and whoever else was with him screaming because of a random apparition was so funny to April it almost paid off for the fact that he was primarily the reason she was in prison.

After a few more minutes of laughing, they realized they should try to pretend they were asleep in case the guards actually went to their cell. They hid the board under the bed April and Dahlia shared for the night, and Mimi slept in the bed on the opposite side of the room. Now all they had to do was wait for the show to be over to bid their farewells to a ghost they used as a means to bully some middle aged man.

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February 27, 11:49 PM
Los Angeles Prison
Men's cells, cell 331

[About 20 seconds before]

“Dude, I- I swear ! I saw something weird moving in the hallway!” said Matt, sweating bullets and pointing at the hallway in front of him with a shaky index finger.

“Distracting us is not going to make you win UNO, Matthew.” Richard commented blankly, putting down a red 8 card in the pile of other colorful cards. 

“Are you really that desperate to use a distraction in order to claim victory at one game of  UNO, sir Engarde?” Luke put down a red 3 card on top of the last one.

“Fuck off, dudes, I know what I saw, and I saw something fucking weird in the hallway!” No one really believed him, the four other men all thought that he was very poorly trying to win UNO by sitting on some cards while they weren’t looking. They would know, he has tried to do that several times before.

“Whatever you say, Matt.” Frank gave him a reluctant look before looking back into what card he was going to put down.

Matt was about to open his mouth to call him a ‘bald bitch’, but the shadow he noticed before on the hallway suddenly slid from the shadows into the cell. His eyes opened and he felt how all the color left his face. “D-dude…” he stuttered under his breath, and squirmed to the back of the cell.

They all were done with Matt acting like he just saw a ghost, so they turned around to find out why he wouldn’t drop the act. They all came to face a dark silhouette with piercing eyes looking down at them from the darkest corner of the cell.

“White…,” the figure pointed at Redd White “... I have come… for you…” Despite the darkness and the semi-transparent nature of the spirit, they could still spy a grin on its face.

Chaos broke free in the cell, they all screamed at the top of their lungs, Richard and Frank jumped on the bed and held onto each other, Luke joined Matt at the back of the cell, bumping into the desk, all while Redd started howling and commanding to get rid of the ghost.

“Somebody kill that wretched creature!! Mr Atmey, Engarde, do something!” 

“What?!” They yelled back unanimously.

“Aren’t you both proficient in combat? Don’t just stand there!” He wasn’t completely wrong, Matt was trained in several martial arts and Luke had been a boxer in his college years. Well, they had to try. Especially because if they did get rid of the ghost their egos would be so boosted they would be walking on clouds for several weeks.

Matt unnecessarily somersaulted on the cell floor and proceeded to perform a karate chop on the ghost’s throat like he was in a Nickel Samurai episode. Which was completely useless as his hand went through Clark, because it was a ghost and therefore did not have any kind of physical body. Matt froze up in place, not sure what he was supposed to do after his attack failed so miserably.

“Out of my way, bumbling buffoon!” Luke pushed Matt aside and then tried to perform an uppercut. Which was also completely useless because Clark still didn’t have a physical body. He also froze up, still with his fist up in the air.

“What are you doing there, standing still? Hit it again!” Redd really couldn’t bother to try to defend himself. Typical CEO behavior.

“White, if you don’t keep your stupid snout shut then you will be the one I’ll be uppercutting!” Luke threatened back.

Clark, who had remained completely still during all of this havoc, passed through Luke, which left him with a frigid and suffocating sensation for a second, and seemed to jump on Redd. The man screamed so loud that it truly was a miracle that no one came to see what was happening over there, because it really sounded like someone was being murdered in cold blood. Really tells you how much they care for the prisoners’ safety in LA, Japanifornia, huh? In an attempt to escape, he ran out of the door into the hallway. The four remaining men followed behind him, in fear that the ghost would jump on them too. Clark decided to also follow them to keep on pestering these guys, I mean, you don’t get to do much when you are dead, you know?

February 27, 11:56 PM
Los Angeles Prison
Prison Hallway

“See? I told you dudes! There was some weird thing moving outside of the cell!”  Matt tried to speak as loudly and smugly as he could while catching his breath, after they had all run away from Redd and Frank’s cell and were now in front of the workrooms, on the ground floor, still in shock from the surprise guest they had not invited to their usual UNO night. 

“Yes, but what even was that?,” Frank tried his best to subtly put his toupée back in place. “It… couldn’t have been a demon, right?”

Redd had one hand on his chest, the other on his forehead, like an ailing Victorian woman about to faint in a dramatic way. “What that wretcherous creature was, I do not know, but it is imperative we expunge it before it tries to attack my splendiferous self again.”

“For the first time in my life, I agree with sir White,” Luke was in disbelief that he actually said that, his dislike for Redd being pretty apparent, and also very stupid and one-sided, because the latter could not care about what the former detective thought about his genius business practices or about his lavish suits that he used to wear. “We cannot let that… creature roam around freely.” 

“Yeah, especially because it is right now in MY cell?! I don’t wanna deal with that thing in the dead of the night, I already have enough work with the animals in the workroom… And with Redd.” Redd was about to speak back when Matt spoke up.

“Dudes… Where’s Richard?”

When Matt noticed the man’s absence all of them couldn’t help but think the worst for a moment. That terrible, vaguely human demon had caught up with him and lord knows how it attacked him. Did it kill him? Did it rip his limbs, or something of the sorts? Was it now feasting on his dead body? It’s not that they were that preoccupied with their acquaintance was now long gone, if they got themselves into a life-or-death situation it was obvious that Richard would be the first victim, without a single doubt – no, it was more the thought that the demon would go after them once it was done with him. 

They didn’t have too much time to entertain the idea, because a panting Richard came down the stairs, red in the face, sweating, carefully making sure he wasn’t going to lose his balance and fall down. Once he got in front of the others, he grabbed his uniform’s collar with fury. 

“How dare you third-rate imbeciles leave me behind! I… I could have died back there!” He said in-between sharp inhales.

“Oh, good to see you just had an asthma attack, dude. We actually thought that weird demon got your ass and killed you.” Subtle as ever, Matt.

Richard stared at him like he was using all of his strength to not choke him instead. But, being honest, it’s not like he had that much strength on him to actually choke anyone. 

“Shut up, Matt, we have bigger problems here than Richard dying,” Richard glared at Frank, “how do we get rid of that demon? It’s still in my cell and I ain’t getting back there until we kill it or something.”

“It also is MY cell, mind you.” Remarked Redd. Frank simply rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, what are we going to do?”

A silence followed the question. They were waiting for someone else to come up with any sort of idea, because at that point the brain cell they shared was barely functional. After a few seconds of looking at each other expectantly, Richard spoke up.

“Well, we should simply ask someone who knows about ghosts…” Hey, an actually good idea!, “like Ms. Morgan Fey.” Nevermind!

They four other men looked disappointedly at him. If you had ever talked with him for more than five seconds, you’d find it obvious that every single idea Richard Wellington had was terrible, but this one was a new rock-bottom level of senselessness. They actually would prefer if the demon would appear from the shadows and dismembered them before having to maintain an actual conversation with Morgan Fey, more so if it was to ask for help. The scenario of him getting eaten by the demon flashed one more time in their minds.

“Should we just ask Iris for help?” Frank finally proposed. All of them agreed unanimously. “I know where her cell is, come on.” He vaguely gestured to them to follow him as he started walking towards the women’s cells. They all made their way to the nun’s cell.

Holy Mother, help poor sister Iris of Hazakura and give patience. Because if you give her strength, she might actually kill someone.