My horror summoning system

[Banner of nightmares : 10 Summons]

The hallway in which I sat down was gradually replaced by the sight of wonderful fantasies like unicorns, knights and magic.

A medieval wonderland that looked beautiful, so beautiful in fact that the amount of bright colors burned my dull eyes like holy light.

A small flicker appeared, passing through my vision, as it turned the world gray for a fraction of a second but still letting the fairytale-like world play out happily.

These Dark flickers appeared more and more often until the dark world had replaced the dream completely, the world of nightmares.

The grass had shriveled up and the trees turned into dead treants, wailing and creaking at the slightest breeze.

The knights lost their shining armor as all that was left of them were their bones and broken spears, aimlessly wandering through the plains like lost souls.

Fairies and fireflies turned into nightmarish wisps and swarms of burning bugs that flew around, lighting the dry grass on fire with just a few flaps of their searing wings.

Ten of such horrors appeared in front of me, neatly aligned and surrounded by a red halo and multiple pentagrams.

-Skeleton soldier ⚝⚝⚝

-Skeleton soldier ⚝⚝⚝

-Ash treant staff ⚝⚝⚝

-Skeleton soldier ⚝⚝⚝

-Pyrotechnic fly ⚝⚝⚝

-Nightmare unicorn ⚝⚝⚝⚝

-Skeleton soldier ⚝⚝⚝

-Pyrotechnic fly ⚝⚝⚝

-Nightmare chewing gum ⚝⚝⚝

-Sleep deprivation drink ⚝⚝⚝

I didn have any time to observe them in detail as I felt myself getting drowsy.

My eyelids opened up and I found myself back alone in my apartment, a body-sized pentagram disappearing under me.

There was no sign of those summons around me so I checked my inventory and saw all of my new summons and items were now stored inside, drifting in space in a hilarious fashion as some of them bumped into each other without reacting.

Like a bunch of plastic toys drifting in a pool of water, waiting for the child to take them out to play with them.

”Great, I got myself a trusty skeleton steed, although I doubt I will ever ride on its burning back… Lets summon again until I get a 5⚝. ”

10 pull : 3⚝ stuff and a 4⚝ bracelet that puts you into a comma

”Well that was a wholesome experience, lets do it again. ”

10 pull : 3⚝ stuff and a 4⚝ Pisadeira ghoul

”Im having fun. ”

70 pulls later…

10 pull : 3⚝ trash and a 4⚝ hair comb that makes the user rip his own hair out.

”God Flipping Damnit! Why do I only get the minimum of one 4⚝ per 10 wish!? And even then they are shitty items, not even weapons! Wait, maybe thats the reason… Devil damnit! No? No response? Alright, at least you have to give me a 5⚝ now! Im finally on pity! ”

(Pity is a gacha term meaning you have a guaranteed chance of obtaining something of a certain rarity.)

[Banner of nightmares : 10 summons…]

At first nothing happened, I was still in my apartment, I thought the ritual hadn worked but I checked my points and I had indeed just used one thousand coins.

A small whiff of sulfur entered my nose, a smell I was all too familiar with during my time in purgatory.

And yet this seemed different, almost sweet… like gas.

I jumped up, took my jacket and ran towards the window, ready to jump out of it, from the third floor.

And yet, right before reaching the wall of my apartment, I stopped.

Why? I knew this smelt like a gas leak that can ignite and blow up any second now. So why did I stop myself?

Kara who was sleeping in my room? No, she can die for all I care, I don have any attachment towards her.

Is it because this is my home? Not that either, I already saw it blow up once before and I don really have a sense of belonging to this place anymore…

Then what is it?

I just feel… like running away isn the right choice, a simple gut feeling that I trusted to the point of gambling with my life.

And then it clicked, the nightmare banner, the summoning that didn work, the smell of gas that caused the explosion that killed me the first time.

This is my nightmare.

Just like with Daisy Voorhees, a drowned woman that appears from the water to drown her victims, this time its the turn of Krueger, Faustine Krueger who Im guessing can control dreams.

The first time I also acted by instinct, letting my body and subconscious do the right actions.

Even then I felt as if doing one wrong move would spell my death.

Summoning, haha! This is so obvious! In every story, in every myth, summoning has both a price and a risk, a risk for the summon to dislike his summoner and kill him.

”You can run but you cannot hide… I can do both but I will do neither. ”

Those were my thoughts and I said them as calmly and confidently as possible.

Turning around, I saw my entire hallway shrouded in a dark mist stopping me from seeing anything beyond.

”Hihihi~

One, two, I am coming for you~

Three, four, you won last an hour~

Five, six, your heart is mine to fix~

S- ”

The voice from what seemed like a cute little girl reached my ears, melodiously singing a childrens lullaby.

It was a lot different from the original but I felt like it was a perfect change and introduction for a female Krueger.

Although I didn see any sign of her except for the song I still gave her a few of my own lines with hidden undertones holding my assumptions about her.

”Seven, eight, buried in a crate~

Nine, ten, a girl burns again~ ”

”… ”

”You
e not going to sing anymore? I really liked your voice, although I would prefer it if you stopped with your childlike voice and sang a real song for me. ”

”Hihihi~ You
e funny, and fearless, but you
e a terrible singer. ”

A dark outline started forming amongst the steam as light footsteps started getting closer.

”I feel terribly offended, my rhymes are perfect to describe you miss Krueger, well… they will be if you intend to continue threatening me. ”

”… You seem to know a few things about me… and yet I know so little of you, how am I to obey a master out of the blue, when Ive already been manipulated by a man like you? ”

”Oh? You intend on continuing to rhyme?

Alright, give me a little bit of time.

I will prove to you how different from him I am.

Im a man, indeed, but Id rather die and fester.

Than prove to be a child molester. ”

”I don believe! ”

”Then I encourage you to leave. ”

”But you
e the one that summoned me! ”

”Indeed, Im the one that gave life to you. ”

”I am not yours! I am free! ”

”Who am I to disagree? ”

”You contradict yourself! ”

”I do not, I created you but let you be free, you can work under me or go back to your lonely fictional world, but once again youll be all alone while Ill live happily by myself. ”

The shadow lunged at me, pushing me through the window behind me.

A small female hand caught hold of my shirts collar right before I tilted down into a sea of nightmarish creatures underneath.

The outside of my apartment looked a lot different than what I saw from within, it feels like a VanGogh painting swisting and corrupting bright colors into the fabric of terror.

But there was no time to feast my eyes on such a unique environment when I had a beauty watching me with such intensity.

Gosh I really need to stop thinking like a poet now.

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