“Wanna start a cult?”
I stared at my best friend’s face. Sometimes she had the weirdest of ideas. I played along.
“Okay, sure. So, what will our cult do?”
She thought about it for a few seconds and retorted.
“We will do cool things.”
I nodded.
“Like what?”
“I dunno. We’ll figure that out. But, we will have a cool club attire and codewords and tattoos.”
I smiled at her, slyly.
“And I presume we’ll cut up people and sacrifice them?”
She pouted at me.
“Don’t make fun of me. You know we already do that.”
I laughed as I cleaned my dagger, which was dripping with fresh blood.
“Then I guess we are already in a cult. Aren’t we?”
She paused again for a moment. And nodded.
“Yep, right you are, as always. Now come help me lift this body. We need to take it to the sacrificial slab..”
Word Count: 150
Prompt:
The Dark Netizen 