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The kid was sitting on the side of his bed, kicking his legs and shovelling doritos in his mouth with a sticky paw. He sat staring thoughtfully at the demon like this for several seconds.

"I'm Blagg the offendor, minion of the master of the twelfth realm. You, erm, summoned me?" Blagg cleared his throat nervously.

The kid wiped his mouth. "You stink", he said matter of factly.

"Well, er yes it's known about demons, we do tend to be quite smelly. Now i see you're all ready for halloween. It's actually my favourite time to go out and scare people. Is there someone you'd like me to menace?"

"I'm Craig and I'm a DOOMSLAYER, we slay demons for a LIVING", said Craig, leaping up on the bed to emphasise his full height, all 4ft of 8 yr old might. He pointed his cardboard super shotgun at the demon and started making "pew pew" noises. This somewhat annoyed Blagg the offendor.

"Well Craig, look at you all fierce and powerful. Looks like you're the master of me. How about you let me take a look at that gun of yours?" Blagg leered at Craig.

"Sure you can have a look but be careful, my Dad made it and he spent like 3 hours on it".

Blagg took the weapon, and using his connections to the twelfth dimension, subtely shifted its reality. Craig took it back and immediately dropped it in astonishment. "Heyy it's heavy! What did you do??"

"It's real now Craig. Also, check out your suit. That's full armour, you can jump higher than a house and you can take a hit from a tank. Only one, mind. You're not invincible. Oh, and that tube on your shoulder is a RPG launcher. Now go out and meet your friends and have some fun".

"All right! Stinky Blagg you're the best!" Craig ran downstairs and out through the front door, the hydraulics of his suit sounding out into the crisp halloween air.

The mayhem that followed went down in history as the worst destruction ever witnessed in Dexter, Maine. Houses without candy were blown sky high. A police helicopter was blown out of the sky. Reports of the tiny green ninja with the rocket launcher were flooding the emergency lines the whole night.

However demons know better than to put paid to their main source of fun. Miraculously nobody was hurt. Craig went to bed exhausted and when he woke up, the demon was gone and the costume and the gun was a pile of dirty soggy cardboard.

Police are still on the lookout for a tiny green assailant with an rpg and a shotgun, believed to be a terrorist.

Lovely story, it made me chuckle

I love it. That's all I have to say

I read it and then I read your username, and now the reality described in your story has shifted just a little (pun intended).