A/N: My Halloween fic, which is more or less a parody of "Luigi's Mansion". I'm uploading it early because I can. I'm going to time it's ending with (or around) 31/10/12 and upload the chapters one-by-one; this one and chapter two are the exceptions because they were uploaded on the same day. Enjoy.

-Won a mansion?!-

Pop walked through the dimly-lit forest with uncertainty. Was it supposed to be this dark and spooky? And why did it have to be so foreboding as well? Pop shook the feeling and continued onwards. She knew of only two forests in Majo Kai that were like this. One of them had lost that quality just before Hana forced-aged herself. This one wasn't either of them.

Eventually, she came to her destination. The rose-haired Ojamajo pulled out the picture in confusion. It depicted a lush, bright, and cheery landscape, the center of which was dominated by a huge, lustrous mansion. She put it away and saw the mansion, which was clearly nothing like the picture.

The mansion resembled something out of a horror story. None of the lights were on except two, the arrangement of which giving the impression of a monster waiting to open its mouth and devour anyone who drew near.

Pop, not noticing the surroundings, went against common sense and approached the door. "P-pipitto Purito P-p-uritan Peperuto!" Pop shakily chanted, "Flashlight, come out!"

In a puff of smoke, a flashlight appeared. She took it and went inside.

If the outside didn't give the impression of a haunted house, then the inside made sure it did. Cobwebs and dust were everywhere yet the furniture wasn't in disarray.

Confused, Pop gave the room a closer look. Above her was a massive chandelier, bigger than any she had ever seen. At around its level was a balcony with stairs on either side that began on her floor. The area underneath the balcony was nothing but a solid wall.

"Guys?" Pop called out, "Onee-chan!" No answer. That's strange. thought Pop, They should've met me here. Pop went up the stairs, finding a door. Maybe they went exploring?

Steadily, Pop reached for the knob and twisted it, only to find it locked.

Sorry I asked.

Pop went back down the stairs. She was about to leave when something caught her eye. It was another door, just underneath the balcony. That was the problem: Since when was a door there?

Gritting her teeth, Pop made her way to the door, finding it covered in thorny vines. Pop was about to reach for the knob but noticed what appeared to be pulsing waves rippling from its center. Pop reached for the knob regardless, only to retract her hand. The door had only given a light shock, but Pop assumed that prolonged contact wouldn't be wise.

Pop decided that leaving and returning with help would be the best idea. She turned the knob, but the door wouldn't open. Pop's blood turned to ice as she frantically tried again with the knob and continued pulling at the door. It wouldn't budge.

"No…no…t-this c-c-can't be happening!" Pop was in full panic mode. She had entered into an obviously haunted mansion expecting her friends and sister and got absolutely nothing for the trouble. Giving into the despair, she went to a corner and curled up while silently berating herself for being so stupid.

Pop didn't know how much time had passed when she came to.

I guess I fell asleep, she thought. At that time, she noticed a faint shimmer hovering above the balcony. Curious yet afraid, she climbed the stairs to get a closer look. By the time she made it, the shimmer had already faded. Pop was about to turn around when something caught her eye. Pop went and picked it up and discovered that it was a key.

Maybe this… Pop, suddenly feeling brave, wasted no time in putting the key into the lock. She turned it until she heard a click and then quickly removed the key. By then, the burst of fearlessness she had vanished just as suddenly as it had come. She hesitated at first but finally brought herself to turn the door knob. The door creaked open…

Pop entered the now open door and came into the room behind it. She took a look around and noticed that there were several chairs and recliners.

A parlor? Pop thought. She figured it was ironic but then remembered that it was a mansion; it could have whatever room the owner desired. Makes sense, I guess. The first room was a foyer after all.

Taking another look, she saw that there were a number of cabinets holding what appeared to be sets of fine china, wine glasses, and books. Lit candles had been placed on them, but they shed next to no illumination. The ones at the far end were purple for some reason.

Pop, feeling her fear lift a bit, decided to check out some of the things in the room. She started approaching when she felt a massive wave of fear; it came upon her like a ton of bricks, rooting her to the spot. Her heart raced, and her breathing accelerated.

Then it appeared before her. It had an orange glow and looked like a bell, but its features were dripping with some kind of fluid that vanished the moment it hit the floor. The first word that came to Pop's mind was "ghost", but this thing looked too comical, as though someone had done a bad job at painting it. The fiend licked its fangs and pursed its lips into a smile.

Pop was once again in full panic mode. She retreated but her foot snagged on something, causing her to fall over. Still, she continued to crawl away from the monstrosity. It approached her with that hungry look in its eye.

No way! Pop mentally cried, This can't be how I end! Somebody? Anybody? The fiend was now about a foot away from her face. Somebody. HELP ME!

In an instant, the fiend, smiling maliciously, drew back and then lunged at her. Pop shut her eyes, expecting to be skewered on its fangs any second.

"I don't think so!" shouted a voice. It was followed by what sounded like a blast of magic.

Pop hesitantly opened her eyes. To her astonishment, another being had entered the room. Her clothes marked her as a Witch, but her style included a familiar set of goggles. Pop knew who this was: Majo Toron, the resident scientist of Majo Kai and the one who invented her friend's porons!

Majo Toron was wielding what seemed to be a large vacuum and was busy using it. The fiend was fleeing from her, but the suction from the vacuum was zeroing in and trying to suck it up. It flew around the room, pulling Majo Toron with it until she could no longer keep her ground. She fell over, allowing the fiend to drag her along the ground. Finally, it retaliated with a single solid fist.

Majo Toron was thrown by the fiend's attack and right into the wall. The scientific Witch landed in a heap while the fiend laughed at her before vanishing with a satisfied look. Pop rushed to Majo Toron.

"Majo Toron! Majo Toron!" Pop shouted, "Are you alright? Majo Toron!"

"…uugghhh…" Majo Toron groaned, "That could've gone better- Argh!~" Majo Toron gave a quick glance at her leg. "Ok. That DEFINITELY could've gone better!"

Pop gently touched it, but Majo Toron's wincing told Pop all she needed to know. It's broken.

"I'm so sorry, Majo Toron!" Pop said, "I should've-"

"Don't you worry, Pop-chan," Majo Toron replied, "I'll live."

"Well, at least let me help." Pop got out her poron. "Pipitto Purito Puritan Peperuto! Cast, come out!"

Pop's magic wrapped around Majo Toron's broken leg, setting the bone properly and transforming into a cast.

"Thank you, Pop-chan." Majo Toron smiled. She then sighed with aggravation. "I swear this mansion gets more of those fiends with each day!"

"Eh?" Pop peeped, "Don't you mean 'ghosts'?"

"Not in the slightest." Majo Toron gave another aggravated sigh. "Those things aren't ghosts, they're artificial. And they're being mass produced at an alarming rate. I've been coming in here for the past few days, trying to gather them up! But they just keep coming! No end in sight!

"And now I've gone and broken my leg. I need both to keep steady while I work the Supernatural Vac-Drive. I can't catch any more like this."

"Majo Toron?" Pop began, "Do you know if my friends and Onee-chan are in here?"

"I still need to-"

Majo Toron was interrupted by the reappearance of the fiend. It was followed by two more that looked exactly the same.

"I told you they were being mass produced!" Majo Toron shouted, "Let's get out of here before things get ugly!"

"Yeah!" Pop agreed.

They were about to turn tail and run when the expressions on the fiend's changed suddenly. Instead of the murderous fang-filled smile they enjoyed using, they had a look of fear. All three of them flew off and vanished.

"Alright! They're gone!" Pop cheered.

"This isn't good," Majo Toron said with clear fear in her voice, "We have to go. NOW!"

"Eh?"

Pop didn't have to wait long for an answer. She didn't know how, but the parlor seemed to change form right before her eyes. It still resembled a parlor, but that was all buried underneath what seemed to be a toy room. She then saw something moving above them. It looked like a doll of some sort, but it appeared to have been scribbled by a six-year-old girl. It rode on what looked like a plane; the plane quickly changed into a boat and then into a car, never staying in one form for more than a few moments.

Majo Toron grited her teeth and snapped her fingers. At once, she and Pop vanished in a puff of smoke.

Pop's eyes were still wide with shock when she came to. On one hand, she was likely traumatized by the experience. On the other, she was glad to be alive.

Pop took a quick glance at the place Majo Toron took her to. There were several gadgets, gizmos, and plans scattered on top of several tables. The events earlier left Pop with questions, several burning questions.

"Majo Toron?" Pop began, "Wh-what was that thing? And where are we at?"

Majo Toron turned to the young Ojamajo. "Well, I definitely have some explaining to do. For starters, we're at the Magic Research Center."

A/N: I can confirm that the thing Majo Toron and Pop saw before escaping was Anja from Puella Magi Madoka Magica. For those who don't know: Anja is a familiar/minion to the Witch Albertine.

This fic also references events that occurred during "Ojamajo: The Fusion Incident". Spoilers for the story will be present but unknown.

Disclaimer: Ojamajo Doremi is copyright Toei Animation; Puella Magi Madoka Magica is copyright Studio Shaft; Luigi's Mansion is copyright Nintendo. I own nothing but the fic.