Playtime In The Circle – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

…Kyle grabs David by the arm and spins him around to face him. “You don’t know what you’re saying, so take it back, take it all back!” he whines haphazardly, pressing his lips together as if they two pieces of the same object before separating them once more.

“You don’t get it and you probably never will, which is a shame! But don’t let my pity fool you, for I’m protected by something far grander than your pathetic she sells seashells by the seashore BULLSHIT!” he spits with avid gusto.

“I-I-I, don’t want to hear a-a-any more of your insanity! J-J-J-Just take it B-B-BACK!”

“NO!” David sings with a touch of overly dramatic flair thrown in as he crosses his legs and sits in the centre of the room, staring at Kyle with a wry smile upon his weather lips. “Now, let’s play this game.”

“W-W-W-We can’t, w-w-we’re not s-s-supposed to play a-any games outside of school hours!”

Kyle swallows a nervous mouthful of corrugated air.

“Kyle, we aren’t in school anymore, and we haven’t been for a long time, so cut the BULLSHIT and come sit down here with me. Demonic beings don’t summon themselves.”…

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