Watergun Exorcisms

Chloe came to the park with eight gallons of concentrated holy water, four water guns, and a sour look on her face. On an emotional level, she was already done with this, and she hadn't even started trying to fix it yet.

Four hours ago, Chloe's friend Blaine had a bright idea: he would invite some of his old buddies from his hell to come visit. So he opened up a portal, allowing some number of malevolent spirits through to possess a bunch of woodlands creatures. All of these possessed creatures can talk now. They can magically learn about people's shame and anxieties, allowing them to come up with eerily personal insults. They woke up in a park full of people just ripe for the tormenting, and that's what they've been doing for the last hours. If this got too much more out of hand, Blaine could get in a lot of trouble, and he couldn't afford that.

Thankfully, this was a park near the edge of the city, not Oceania Park, or Blaine would already be having a chat with the cops.

Some of these animals were protected species, so they couldn't just kill the creatures. So, Chloe's plan was to use some holy water she had lying around in storage, and some water guns, for an extremely inelegant series of exorcisms. For this kind of demon, and this kind of possession, just hitting the animals with some high grade holy water would probably do the trick without killing anything. In theory.

Chloe came with some willing volunteers from the community center: Dionte and Broen. As they got closer to the park, they would be met by a red-skinned, horned man with a skrillex haircut and solid yellow eyes. He was lanky, and he had on a raincoat and a pair of latex gloves - to help keep the holy water off of himself. He would start thanking them profusely.

"Let's just get this over with," Chloe would tell him. "I don't want to be late for my evening class." She would sit down and start loading one of the water guns with holy water.

In the distance, they would be able to hear what sounded like an Alvin and the Chipmunks character hurling profanities and verbal abuse at someone.

"You should see what it's like over there," Blaine told them. "I mean, you're about to. Ugh, I'm so fucked."

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"I wouldn't have thought they had dubstep in your world, Broen," Chloe said. They didn't have World War 2, but Skrillex's discography was the same. Parallel universes were crazy.

Blaine just shrugged. "At least he was more creative about making fun of my hair than just, 'hurr durr Skrillex.' It's the unoriginality that pisses me off more than anything else."

Chloe demonstrated the firing mechanism of the water gun for Dionte's sake, pumping it a few times and firing a stream of the stuff towards a tree. Blaine put on some goggles and adjusted his raincoat so none of his red skin was exposed. "I could go into more detail, but long story short, these animal possessions are really weak. A good enough splash of this hoky water should make the whole thing fall apart. But if I wanted to get rid of Lord Ghum here it'd probably take a lot more.

"By the way," Chloe said. "Treat these like they can kill people, since... they kinda can, if you hit the wrong person. So assume anyone you don't know is the kind of demon who can die to this stuff, just to be safe." It couldn't hurt to be cautious about that.