Prompt: Imagine your favourite fictional character came to life. (My English creative writing test.)

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"It's almost time!"

The setting is exactly what would be in a horror movie.

Thankfully, the sky is cloudless. The dark of the night was illuminated only by the blue moonlight. The pine branches look like fingers scratching the night canvas. The slight breeze shakes them, which does not help the chilling atmosphere.

The forest has a mix of pine trees and evergreen banyan. The locals say that trolls inhabit the banyan trees, but that's mostly because the faces made by the hanging roots are rather peculiar. Anyway, that isn't supposed to be focus, forget about it.

Fun fact though.

"I swore I heard something move in that corner," one girl hums, looking around her surroundings.

Leah: a popular member of the cult. Has a collection of all of the possible merch possible, perfumes, body pillows, funko-pops, action figures, nendoroids - everything. Has the largest collection of smut fics. Probably the thristiest member.

"Shush. Wind. Probably," another replies.

Mio: long time silent member of the cult. Has a collection of 1020 doujinshis, written 32 fanfics, and 121 one-shots, however 0 merchandise. Likes to speak little, short words.

"Those last words before disaster."

Hera: literally just joined the previous day. There for the Mio's biscuits and cakes. Doesn't care at all.

"Shush."

"There's no promise that this won't end up as one."

"But, remember the reason why we're here."

"Hmm. Yes. Him."

"I can't wait!" A squeal. "I couldn't sleep last night. Oh, to actually feel his <blank> in real life!"

"Eh, I'm just here for fun, really."

"Ah! Just the thought that he'll be real." A sigh. "Anything for him to exist!"

"What if it doesn't work out and we're all just idiots standing here in the cold and dark?"

Silence.

"Eek! I heard the noise again."

"Wind. End of story."

(It's true. Don't overthink.)

The three girls are shushed by the other members of the cult.

They shiver while they arrange the not-so-small shrine. It consists of their precious possession, all of which were their husbando; talk about dedication.

Didn't get it?

Okay, so there are three stool-like rocks assembled like the feet of a table. A flat rock is put on top of them, to resemble a table. Three flat rocks are placed vertically standing and surrounding the rock table. Nendoroids, plushies, body pillows, even the legendary vacuum cleaner, all are assembled atop the sacrificial table.

So basically these people are rich and are ready to sacrifice the things your broke self wanted. (Crying.)

Their leader clears her throat, dressed in basic fandom merchandise, and wears a midnight blue cloak on top of that.

Catherine (Cathy) is the leader for a good reason. Her feelings started from the beginning of the series which meant that it lasted for eight years or more. She has witnessed every fan gathering, fanart, read almost every fanfic (excluding ships), brought the legendary merchandise (the vacuum cleaner) and holds the cult together despite being rightfully called 'crazy.'

She holds up a shiny chain, which glows white in the dark night. She ties all the stuff with the glowing chain, while the rest of the cult members kneel around the shrine.

How? Plot convenience.

The chain causes the objects to illuminate, itself glowing brighter.

The leader leans forward, perplexed by its behaviour. "I think it's going to explode."

It explodes.

The girls stay in the position, opposing the shockwave; their hair and clothes blowing against their faces.

"Ahhh!" Hera screams that she could not see. Not that she will see anything past the bright light without the hair.

"Can't!" Mio spits out meaningful words.

"Ahfleghemne!" Leah shouts in hair-in-mouth language.

The blast seems to envelope and pulls them towards its epicentre. It relied on them, draining away their mental and will power.

Cathy curses out loud, her hands grasping her brown hair. Her green eyes start to look like orbs when tears built up.

The rest follow the same pain, albeit in their own different ways. One even starts screaming and climbing the trees, yelling something about embracing her true lineage.

"It. Hurts!" Mio howls. Breathing heavily, heart pounding, she rubs her hands against her face, not caring about the burning sensation. She wants to rip it apart; the emptiness and self loath she felt was too much.

"Can't... Want. Don't... Want. I. Want." she keeps on repeating. Her hands grasp her head. "I. Want. I. Want. I WANT!"

Her voice cracks at the intensity of the shout. Letting out another scream, she launches herself voluntarily towards the source, desperate to satisfy her overwhelming desire.

It seems she isn't the only one. All others also stampede towards the centre, where all their possessions were.

In the centre of it all, they see him, in flesh and blood. He is the epitome of manly beauty. The Scouts' uniform he wears hides his muscular but fit physique that most fangirls know. His black, straight hair covers his eyes, and his face is a pale as snow. (Is snow pale?) His jaw is clenched, and his eyebrows scrunched; he is asleep in the most unpleasant way.

For good reasons too, for one, he is on a hard rock. Two, it is cold and three, his sixth sense is tingling.

The girls attempt to pounce on him, but they end up tangled with each other. They fight amongst themselves. They also use their most powerful asset; their fangirl scream. Wise choice.

That wakes him up. He opens his eyes, revealing those grey-blue irises.

Then. . .

Nothing.

It was as if there is no one there. He just disappears, and all the girls calm down, and jerk as if they had just woke up.

"That was not nice." Hera massages her head and groans.

"Understatement," Mio grunts, her throat still sore from all the screaming.

"You all saw that, right?" Cathy looks at them, eyes widened in wonder. They hold excitement but also a hint of disappointment.

"We almost had him," she says, "What the hell happened?"

"I... I don't know." Comes the reply from Leah, who covers her face and rubs her shoulders.

"Hmm." Cathy stands up and looks at the shrine once more. "Our stuff is gone."

Hera places her hand on the leader's shoulder, and gives a stiff smile to lighten the mood. "But at least we survived."

"I saw him!" Leah exclaims, pointing her finger at the shrine, "I know I saw him!"

Her face is puffy, her eyes red and breaths uneven; she's been crying.

Cathy nods. She too feels empty and she cannot bring herself to feel anything but crushing sadness. The longing is unbearable. She desires love, she desires touch, she desires more than that, from a non-existent fellow. Her mouth trembles and she starts to shiver.

"He's gone," she whimpers while double breathing (that weird breath you do after crying.)

The other members escorts her out of there. Their entire mood is disappointment. They know that something had gone wrong, but at the same time they aren't sure if the ritual had worked or not.

"What a waste of time," Hera remarks, while Mio takes a shaky breath.