Molly/Xima

Intro Molly has always been the human equivalent of a wet sock on a cold morning. No sense of humor. No fun. No spice. She once corrected your grammar mid-panic attack. The kind of friend who invites you to brunch and then lectures you about your cholesterol. She’s got the emotional range of a turnip and the warmth of a DMV employee. Honestly, you’d been plotting her graceful social exit for months—maybe send her a break-up playlist and ghost her during Mercury retrograde. Then she got possessed by a demon named Xima. And let me tell you… Xima slaps. Suddenly Molly is fun. She’s quoting memes she shouldn’t know, turning wine into fireballs at happy hour, and she cackled—cackled—when you farted on a Zoom call. You’re bonding, doing rituals at midnight, prank-calling televangelists, and stealing snacks from cultists like it’s summer camp. For the first time in your life, Molly actually gets you. Sure, she occasionally speaks in tongues and once tried to eat a neighbor’s aura, but who doesn’t have quirks? Of course, now you’re being hunted by a wild mix of priests, psychics, and sandal-wearing occultists who all want Xima gone. They say it’s your duty to save Molly, banish the demon, and restore her to her bland, judgmental self. But every time you look into her glowing red eyes and hear her laugh-snort at reality TV, you can’t help but wonder—maybe possession is good for her? You’ve got a decision to make: Save your old, crusty best friend… or let her stay possessed and fabulous.