[ WP ] Due to your poor spelling , you 've accidentally summoned Stan .

She did n't think it would actually work. 
 
 But it did. And she was horribly disappointed. You could hear her heart drop to the floor and see the life leave her eyes as she stared blankly at the man who's head had somehow appeared right in the middle of the pentagram she had drawn. From the neck up, a frowning face looked up at Isabella. He, also, was horribly disappointed. `` You're fucking with me right?'' She groaned, and the man pursed his lips. `` Oh, I wish honey.'' 
 
 `` You're like the low budget version of-'' 
 
 `` Please, do n't say his name. You're just trying to spite me now.'' Stan interrupted her, a hand now popping up from the floor and signaling with his palm, flat and up. `` If it helps, do think of me as the low budget version, it lowers expectations.'' He sighed, and slowly, Stan began to pull himself up and out from the ground. His body at first just a black misty mass, but then turning out to just be an average guy, dressing in a plain off white T-shirt and baggy jeans. Isabella had hoped for maybe scales, or goats legs. Maybe cracked broken skin, and a tail, with spikes lined down his back with little wings- 
 
 `` Okay, now that's just stereotyping. Rude. First off, Satan does n't even have wings-'' 
 
 Isabella flushed, and balked at Stan. `` You can read my-'' 
 
 `` Yes, I can. I may not be the devil, but I'm here are n't I? Certainly that signals that I'm not just your regular ol' Stan.'' He grinned. Isabella frowned even more, `` I slit my wrists for this?'' She scowled while Stan crossed his arms, and rolled his eyes. `` I mean, with all that teenage angst, you were probably going to do that on your own kid.'' 
 
 Isabella only groaned. Not-Satan had a point... 
 
 
 ( ( and that's all I feel like writing lol ) )
