NBD

Today’s prompt: “Write about something extraordinary in a flat voice.”

So there’s this cult, right, NBD, you know, black robes, fancy knives, yadda yadda yadda, Great Old Ones, whatever. And they like, showed up outside your workplace with some chloroform, NBD, yadda yadda yadda, now you’re tied up in the middle of a circle with a bunch of elder signs written around it, whatever. And they like, sacrifice you to open up a dimensional portal for the dark ones to travel to earth, NBD, yadda yadda yadda, yuh dead.