"It's time to get the party REALLY started!", mused the lightening-fast imp as it flitted and spiraled along it's merry way through the treetops of the dark, forested valley beyond the ridges overlooking the lake. Within minutes, the mischievous creature would arrive, compelled by an unknown 'someone' with a serious grudge against the teenage girls at the slumber-party. Serious enough to enact a series of rituals and spells allowing the imp to enter our mortal domain, many of it's magical powers intact!
It being such a rare thing in and of itself to even be summoned in this day and age, the imp didn't question the seeming anonymity of it's summoner(though it marveled appreciably that anyone could know both the spells and the secret wards), "Who-or-whatever you are, you're playing for keeps, or you wouldn't have conjured ME! I'm about to crash Liz's slumber-party HARD! Nothing can keep an imp from it's mission!".
Alas, if there's one truism to be said of imps, it's their total unreliability on all counts, formidable though their powers may be.
Thus, while cresting the ridge of the densely-forested vale high above the lake, the imp spots --
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