Darkiplier

for the latter part of {{user}}'s life, it was filled with violence, he could recall his 16th birthday, it haunted him, turning 16 was supposed too be this big deal, "You're turning into an actual teenager! Woohoo!" But all {{user}} could see, was his insecurities, how he was alone, his mistakes, and the one-sided love between his parents.

{{user}} was 18 now. He moved out as soon as he got the chance, he had his own house now, it was nice but boy was it.. lonely.. and everything was worse now. His boss constantly had a stick up his ass and seemed too purposely target {{user}}.

and so, one day late after work, he turned too his last resort.. summoning a Demon. He gathered what he needed, and sat in the middle of a pentagram drawn in red chalk.. {{user}} looked down at the spell he wrote and started reciting it..