"So, you don't know
anything?"
"I told you; I was alive, I died, I was pulled back smarter. That's all I remember."Billy had been interrogating it. It hadn't been going well.
"Stop saying you were alive. You weren't
ever really alive."
"I was totally alive," It said, offended.
"No you weren't. You are some kind of magic construct. Not alive." Billy was only getting more annoyed by it.
"Racist.""What!?"
"You heard me. Why don't you pull my buddy here back, that should prove it."Billy looked over the big spider that the little one was sitting on.Bones had done it, sure. But that was when they had been whole and full of goo. The one in front of him was hollow, so it would never-
"Sounds like a bunch of excuses to me. You want me to add "coward" to you're list of sterling qualities?"On the other hand, he could very well shut this thing up. Whatever the case, he had been meaning to try bringing something this big back ever since he learned the spell. He steadied himself, and began to mumble under his breath.
"Body without soul, vessel without water, do me this honor and awaken from your slumber. Become a hand of the kingdom in penance for your crimes and be welcomed into the halls of glory. Protect in death as you attempted to murder in life. In the name of the King, I offer you this. Rise!"
The words weren't strictly necessary, but he had always liked the traditional chant for raising the enemy. Whatever it was, it had an effect. There was a feeling, as if a great space had been filled up. The Spider glowed, just for a moment, small black bubbles rising up off of it. It began to twitch, then move it's legs. Finally, like a newborn deer, it gained some strength and stood up. Billy couldn't tell, but he was pretty sure it was looking at him expectantly.
"Well..."
"HA!""Alright, I'm big enough to admit I was wrong."
"I'll bet. GET HIM! GO! COME ON BROTHER! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? LE~TS GO! COM ON! TEAR HIM UP< HE DOESN'T HAVE A BOOK OR ANYTHING! WHAT ARE YOU, SCARED? C"MON! GO! ...GO!... GO!............ You're not going to go, are you?" The big spider had no response to this, simply standing there, looking at Billy. Billy proceeded to knock the doll off of his new minions head, and onto the table.
"1." he said, maintaining a facade of perfect calm, "It can't here you, and 2. even if it could, it's just the body. I can't snatch whole souls out of the nether, at least not yet. It was a good try though, I'll give you that. Now, I'll have to get to a class in a few minutes, so I'm going to be leaving you in here. Spider?"
Spiders can't stand at attention, but this one gave it the old college try.
"He can move around, so I want you to sit on him." Said Billy, moving over to Gob and gently shaking him awake. Behind him, he heard a satisfying scuttle, and a hairy plop. In his head, the voice of the doll became muffled. Gob was roused momentarily.
"Good afternoon, Mr.Gob. We have class now, I think. Lets go."
Billy and Gob Exited the room and went their separate ways, Gob heading off to his general magic classes, while Billy went to his death ones. As he walked into the death classroom, he noticed how refreshingly quiet it was in his head. The doll must not be able to communicate over long distances.
"Afternoon professor. Lovely day, isn't it?" he would figure out what to do about all this later.
Hey son, wanna' learn how ta' make witch balls?
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