Miserable Witch
Enchanted Forest
Before the curse
"Come on out dearie." Shouted Rumpelstiltskin after Cinderella took off to the prince's ball. Out I came from behind a tree; me, a little mouse who was once the most powerful vitch in all the realms.
I vas tricked into consuming my own formula I concocted to turn ugly, disgusting children into mice. I somehow made it to the Enchanted Forest and found Rumpelstiltskin, also known as the Dark Vun. He agreed to change me back to my former self if I veaved Cinderella's dress; the dress her bitchy step-sisters tried to incinerate. (All that hard verk burned avay by those snotty bitches.) I used a certain magical thread that was provided to me by The Dark Vun and this thread was to attract her Fairy Godmother. The most entertaining part of vas vatching that hideous light of sparkles explode at the hand of the Dark Vun.
"I spent all bloody day on that dress." I said.
"All I needed was this wand dearie." Said Rumpelstiltskin. "One of the most potent of magical items in the world."
"Well I did my part and you got your wand Dark Vun." I said irritated. "Now change me back!"
"Now now, don't get snippy dearie. I can change you back but you have to be careful once I change you back." He said. "It'd be a shame if you were to become a mouse again." He said with that creepy smile of his.
Vith a vave of Fairy Godmother's wand I was surrounded my by a cloud of purple smoke, and just like that I was human again, only different. I had real hair groving out of my scalp; I had toes on my feet, I could vear stylish shoes comfortably; and for vhatever reason, he made my breasts into a much larger size.
"Your claws are now retractable dearie." Said Rumpelstiltskin. "I also gave you the ability to alter your appearance; you can look like any other woman and you can look like your old self at will." I could still strrrike fear in hearts of little children vith my vitchy appearance.
England, many years ago.
Down vith children! Do them in!
Boil their bones and fry their skin!
Bish them, sqvish them, bash them, mash them!
Brrrek them, shake them, slash them, smash them!
Offer chocs vith magic powder!
Say 'eat up!' then say it louder.
As I chanted this song, the vitches of Inkland screamed and cheerrred for the success of my formula. They loved my idea of turning all the foul-smelling children of Inkland into mice to be killed by their parents.
The formula was a success vhen I changed a fat child into a mouse. After that all the vitches smelt something putrid. The smell of a child, just as I vas ended the meeting.
"Dog drrropings!" I shouted. "Find it and exterminate it!" Ve found the child but he escaped, but not for long. I used my magic to find out which room at the hotel he was staying in.
Upon Arrriving, I placed an enchantment on all those in the room, putting them to sleep; it turned out to be just an old voman, not just any old voman, she vas someone of my past. She had grown so old, but I still rrrecognize her.