(Running into the room huffing and puffing) I’m so sorry I was late. I went to get in my car when I realized I left my paper in my room, so I went back up there. But when I looked at it I realized that it wasn’t what I wrote. It was written in backwards latin with a pentagram imprinted on it in blood. Obviously, I couldn’t turn that in so I had to go find a mystic to translate it. The mystic started a ritual to translate it, but I needed five red fidget spinners, which was obvious since we all know they’re the currency of hell. I only had one and it was blue so I had to go and get them at walmart.
I got back to the mystic but I found her unconscious, I don’t know what caused it and I didn’t want to find out, but I knew I’d have to face it
I got back to the mystic but I found her unconscious, I don’t know what caused it and I didn’t want to find out, but I knew I’d have to face it