Submission (#1047) Approved

A failed spell(ing)

After the graveyard rush, Chloe sat down in his house and heaved a huge sigh. The tattered quilt couch creaked a scream or two before giving in to support his form. Laying there as his bones rest, he immediately perks up after a second, remembering something his family used to do. Walking past the 8 foot skeleton replica laying in the middle of his living room, he makes his way to a very crusty bookshelf housing one of his favourite things: the old family grimoire.

Flipping through it hastily, he gets through the incantation pages and right to the summoning pages. That's where he finds it, the pumpkin familiar.

Rushing to his kitchen, he gets right to his spice cupboards, picking up some rosemary and cinnamon, alongside some bay leaves. The bottles of spices clink against each other as they're crammed against each other in his hold, slightly shaking around in the glass as he runs right back to his living room.

Rushing outside, the door slams open, making the spider-shaped string lights around the doorframe shake slightly. Fake spider cobwebs mixed with real spider cobwebs around the beams supporting his front terrace, of which he sped past, almost giving the real spiders in the cobwebs whiplash.

Running with great purpose, he arrives at his destination; his great pumpkin stash behind a... tree? The purpose or effectiveness of which I do not know. Grabbing the largest one, he immediately and, haphazardly, dashes through the tall grass, over the hills, back into his cottage.

Slamming the door behind him, he stands still against it for a while, recuperating from the swift run. He places the pumpkin on his small and sturdy wooden table, flipping through the huge almanac and once again landing on his spell of choice.

Taking a small dagger, he makes sure to shape his familiar first' might as well give it a friendly look if he will be stuck with it forever. A button nose, two friendly eyes and a smiling mouth is all it needed; the dagger he held making swift work of the pumpkin's outsides and insides.

It was perfect. A medium-sized, smiling friend, ready to accompany him forever and he will finally not be alone and oh my goodness cute pumpkin puppy!!!! How exciting for him. Chloe finally got his friend.

Taking one last look at the discarded pumpkin flesh, he mixes it with his herbs of choice, and adding one last crucial ingredient to bond the two forever; a drop of his own blood. A small slice through his finger seals the deal, and the creature in front of him squeals, writhes, trashes out of control; god, WHAT the hell is this thing!?

It jumps, its gnashing pumpkin teeth trying to make work of Chloe, yet it was too slow, for Chloe was already out of the door, running for the hills.

Guess that's tomorrow's problem to deal with.