Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25024572-20160610170146

Alright, some time ago after a Riff, (a Riff, for the uninitiated, is basically a comedic commentary during a story, movie, etc. I've done a lot of these for Creepypasta stories) I decided, just as a joke, to put a little "PSA" of sorts at the end. I'd just finished a story arc, and didn't have anything else to put, so I figured, eh, what the hell. It was one haunted games, and made of the twit from "Sonic.exe." Recently, I saw that PSA again, and decided to do something like that as a Creepypasta story of sorts. However, unlike most Creepypasta stories, which are really dark, depressing, and, sometimes, scary, this would be humorous, and be written as a script. I'm not sure if this would be accepted here because of the humor aspect, but I might as well try. Without further ado, here's "PSA: Demon Summoning."

[The following is a script of sorts for a PSA]

INT. ROOM

A MAN walks in.

MAN: Hi, I’m a celebrity that most young people know.

The words “DWANE “THE ROCK” JOHNSON” appear under him.

THE ROCK: Yeah, that’s me. Anyway, I’m here to talk to you all about an important problem facing our youth today: demon summoning. I know, most kids think it’s “cool” or “hip” to summon a centuries old entity from the very depths of Hell, but it’s not.

The Rock takes out an egg, and holds it up.

We zoom in on the egg, as the Rock points to it.

THE ROCK: This is your soul.

The Rock throws the egg out of frame.

THE ROCK: This is your soul after summoning a demon. It’s gone. Like your soul will be. To continue illustrating my point, here’s a short video.

EXT. SCHOOL

We hear a school bell ring. Kids exit the school. We focus on one kid, JEREMY. He’s not running like everyone else; he’s walking.

THE ROCK: (VO): This is Jeremy. Jeremy’s a good kid, with a full life ahead of him. Or at least he was, until today.

EMO KID: (off screen): Psst!

Jeremy turns.

EMO KID: Like, over here.

Jeremy walks over to the emo kid. We finally see the kid. Pale, dressed in black, you know the drill.

JEREMY: Yes?

EMO KID: Listen, like, I got this book recently called the Necronomicon. And, like, you can use it to summon demons.

JEREMY: And you called me over here to tell me that because…?

EMO KID: Because, like, all my friends are too scared to do it. They’re, like, such wimps. But you seem pretty chill.

JEREMY: So you want me to help you summon a demon after all your friends backed out?

EMO KID: Like, yeah.

JEREMY: That sounds pretty stupid.

EMO KID: Like, all the cool kids are doing it.

JEREMY: You’re emo. I wouldn’t put you under the “cool kids” category.

EMO KID: All the cool emo kids are doing it. Don’t you want to be a cool emo kid?

JEREMY: Not especially.

EMO KID: Listen, it’s, like, totally safe and harmless. Just, like, try it.

JEREMY: (sighing): Fine.

EXT. BACK OF THE SCHOOL

The emo kid is setting up a pentagram on the ground, while Jeremy waits around.

EMO KID: Ok, I’m, like, done.

JEREMY: Alright.

The emo kid points to the center of the pentagram.

EMO KID: Like, stand there.

Jeremy walks to the center of the pentagram. The emo kid grabs a book from the ground, and starts chanting in Latin. As the kid chants, smoke and such starts to rise from the center of the pentagram.

JEREMY: Are you sure this is safe?

The emo kids nods, still chanting.

A DEMON appears, grabbing Jeremy in its claws. Jeremy screams.

DEMON: This sacrifice will do nicely.

EMO KID: Hey, like, I summoned you here for a reason.

DEMON: What is it, mortal?

EMO KID: Can you get me some more black eyeliner from Hot Topic? My parents won’t, like, get anymore for me.

DEMON: Very well, mortal.

The demon disappears with Jeremy.

The scene stops, and the Rock walks in front of it.

THE ROCK: Jeremy had his whole life ahead of him. He could’ve done great things. Cure cancer, create the next technological innovation, direct my next blockbuster. Anything was possible. But that was all snuffed away in an instant for black eyeliner. Remember, kids: summoning a demon isn’t safe, or cool. It’s dangerous, and only losers do it. Stay safe, kids, and good night.

And that was it. So, what do you guys think? Was the story good? Funny? Any improvements? Does it even belong here? Leave your thoughts in the comments below, and thank you.

(Oh, little note: if this actually does make it on the Wiki as a bonafide Creepypasta, I won't Riff it. It's meant to be humorous, so what'd be the point? Same reason I don't Riff obvious Trollpastas) 