Yup, okay I guess we're doing this now!

Okay so, a lot of things are happening right now. First of all The Vessel is getting naked and apparently has tits. So that's a thing that's happened in the past few seconds, scribble that one down in the handy-dandy notebook.

Everyone's gathering around the fire in a rehearsed motion and it makes you nervous that you don't know what's going on and- fuck what is that sound?

For a moment you think the Keebler elves joined the party when you hear a whole lot of snap, crackle, and pop. You turn to see that the Goat-Dude is... Dancing? He's moving in a way that his joints and bones do not agree with and he's making more noise with just his body alone than you ever thought was possible for someone to do.

Keith is doing the same thing in a much slower and quieter fashion on the opposite side of the fire. You think his different dance might just be a combination of the weed and the fact that he's an athlete who takes care of his body.

Brutus is painting a pentagr- pentacle. He's painting a pentacle with the red stuff in the bowl on her- Their? His body. You're sticking with he/him until you get conformation. Brutus finishes painting an X on The Vessel's throat and helps him lay down along a line of runes.

He turns to you. "Over here, kid."

Oh great, more weird shit. Did he just call you kid? You're pretty sure you're all like, the same age. Whatever. You ask him what the hell you're supposed do and why no one warned you that the ritual was starting.

He gives you a mix between a genuine smirk and a grimace. "You wanna know?"

He points to Keith "Pothead."

He points to Goat-Guy "Braindead."

Points to the goat "Straight up not supposed to fuckin' be here."

Then The Vessel and himself "Busy running this fucking circus."

He points to you "Now stand at the edge of the circle and wait for the cue. I gotta read the rites." You think to ask him how are you supposed to know what the cue is or what the whole dancing thing is about or why you needed a guy with tits for this but he's already taking his place.

Fuck it, you guess it's improv night. You hop out of the circle and just in time too.

A bell tolls and the fire does a weird plume of pure black smoke and grows twice it's size despite only having a small circle of twigs and cracked cement as fuel. It also changes color, it becomes a pure red mass of heat. You're a good 6ft away from it and you can feel it from here, the rest of them are half that distance.

Brutus begins to read from a spiral notebook while gesturing with his offhand. It kind of sounds like singing.

"Come and open now. Open up the earth. Open to reveal blackened tongue. We await your arrival in flesh of a virgin heretic. We are waiting for your breach of this world. Take away this virgin into night of ancient sin with the heat of new born fire as a new way in." As he speaks, The Vessel stirs.

His eyelids flutter rapidly and his hands claw at the ground below him. It looks a lot like a panic attack the way his chest is trying and kind of failing to take in air, compressing and expanding with pressure. His toes curl as steam rises from his skin. Is he- No yeah, you think he's sweating. What the fuck?

Man this is a weird past time. You’re not complaining, it’s just an observation. Oh, it looks like Brutus is is pours some kind of Party City skull chalice onto the fire and decided to switch up the language in his chanting for some reason. You don’t recognize when language he’s speaking when he says... something.

You can't decipher any of it but it makes something happen?

It's one of those moments where reality flickers and you can't tell if you just blinked or not. Oh- OH- YEP! He's levitating- he's a floating! You think this might be your cue but you can't fucking tell. Man you wish this ritual came with a pamphlet or something. What the fuck are you even supposed to do when it's "your cue"?

This is all so much. The chanting has changed, now all four of them are saying some shit in gibberish but it sounds so fucking wrong. It's buzzing, like the sound of dollar store headphones trying to put out a bass frequency that it can't reach. It's buzzing inside of you. Burrowing into your thoughts. Burrowing into you. You reach out, not sure what else to do in the panic of the situation.

Your fingers tremble as you-