Okay, the title is misleading...or is it? *x-files theme plays*

I also realized how fucking confusing this is...here

This Is Dallon

And this is Brendon.

K cool

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3rd person p.o.v
Dallon was sitting on the couch, contemplating how the fuck he was gonna get another soul for satan when a drunk Brendon opened the door. "Heeey buddy." He said with a hiccup. Dallon rolled his eyes as Brendon walked over to him. "You're...you're my best friend. And I just want you to know that I love you." Dallon simply patted his shoulder. "Thanks man..." then he  got an idea.

"Hey! Wanna play truth or dare?" Dallon asked with fake enthusiasm. Brendon thought about this offer for a moment. "Sure, as long as youuuu have a drink with meeee." Dallon smiled at his condition. "Sure, hold on." He said, then he went to go get a beer from the fridge. He made sure Brendon wasn't looking before dumping the beer out and quickly replacing it with water. Luckily, the beer can wasn't transparent, so he couldn't really see if it was water or not.

Dallon took a sip of the 'beer' he had, "okay, truth or dare?" he asked. Brendon grinned, drunkenly of course, and said, in the most shitfaced white girl impression he could do, "you..you can't handle the turth! I choose dareeeee." Dallon laughed and thought about how he was gonna say the dare. "Okay then, I dare you tooooo...do a satanic ritual? But like, a fake one." He tested.

Brendon's eyes went wide for a second. Then he laughed a bit. "Didn't peg you as that guy, but okay..." Dallon looked offended and held his heart. "Whatddya mean, that type of person?" He said with a bunch of sassy gestures. Brendon giggled, "I mean the one who sits, in the back of the class drawing...pentagrams and selling his freinds, to Satan. But this is fake, so..." he sat on the ground and pointed fingerguns at Dallon. "Take it away, Satan seller!" He laughed.

Dallon laughed nervously and started the ritual. He got some candles, a red marker and some salt. Then he set up the ritual around Brendon. "Okay. Lay down spread eagle." Brendon cocked his head. "Is this a ritual or are you gonna fuck me?" He laughed. Dallon looked at Brendon with a face full of confusion. "What? Why would....no, no I am not. Just, just lay down. Jesus..." he muttered that last part as Brendon layed down.

Dallon said a few words in a different language and the candles lit up....but that was about it. The ritual makes it so it looks like nothing happens. Brendon got up, fell back down, laughed a bit, then got back up again. "Well, that did nothing."

They heard a knock on the door as Brendon was giggling. "Hey, Brendon? Could you come here for a second?" Said the voice on the other side. Brendon looked at Dallon with a grin and rushed over to the door...without closing it. "Hey! Don't forget to-" Brendon cuts Dallon of with a "fuck off" and just leaves. Dallon laughs as he walks over to close the goddamn door himself.

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THERE'S A VERSION WITH THE SMEXY TIMES, BUT I DUNNO😂😂

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