Witches in Reality
Chapter 2
Instagram Thot
The room was comfortable, spacious, and grand. It was filled with figurines of a certain dark haired boy, and multiple cameras hung from the corners of the room. In the center was a platinum haired young woman wearing a blouse, and white slacks. Furthermore, she was barefoot as her feet rested on the padded fur rug that laid underneath her.
She quickly adjusted the camera's and mike's in the room as her eyes twinkled at another session to occur soon. She logged into her Instagram and prepared the live stream. With quick steps she got up and got to the middle of the room as she twirled and announced the moment the stream occurred:
"WELCOME! My fans, constituents, followers, loyal people of all walks in life. To my thirteenth live streaming. I shall be answering any questions and performing minor jokes if it suits the crowd. Never forget, Pandora_Of_Vainglory shall always be grateful for your efforts, your sheer vainglory, to accept one as humble, modest, and immaculate as myself to entertain you in the mundane acts of life!"
As the camera's snapped photos of her to upload to her account she grinned in mischief as she saw the revenue of the stream uploading quickly to her bank accounts. She was satisfied as she thought:
"This is absolutely perfect, with the money made from Instagram revenue and my own private Only Fans I'll be swimming in capital. It'll be enough to be able to acquire a sizeable force and label them the witch cult. Such joy, Suc-."
Her delusional thoughts got interrupted quickly as one of her most fervent followers named Simp_for_the_Tablecloth responded to her quickly:
"Get out of there Pandora! The IRS has realized you haven't paid any taxes in your streams and you owe the government 600000$! Their raiding your place alongside the FBI for your loli Only Fans!"
Pandora's eyes widened as she cursed and went to her closet as she interrupted her stream and grabbed her go bag, equipped with cash of different countries and multiple fake passports of Sweden, Austria, Australia, and South Africa. She ripped her clothes off and only in her underwear dressed in black clothes.
Once she was decked out in her outfit she heard dreaded words she never wished to hear again from her time in Detroit:
"FBI, OPEN UP!"
"Fuck, they're here already? Pitiful fools, I haven't been scamming sigma males for so long without a few tricks up my sleeves."
As she uttered those words she set up a hard external reset wipe on all her equipment and planted a small bomb as she dived out a window, the glass shattering.
Once she went out the window she reached the fire escape and put the pedal to the metal as she sped away in her Subaru STI 2021, with four wheel drive and max propulsion she flicked the detonator and blew up her old place. As she heard screams of agony and pain she simply thought she would go to Panama, after all no extradition there.
With those last thoughts the Thot of Vainglory sped away from the carnage she caused.
(Scene Change)
It was a dull, melancholic day for Hector, as he rang up three bestselling books at the Barnes and Nobles he worked at for a stupid customer that didn't even seem capable of saying three of their favorite authors. A genuine Karen was in front of him asking to speak with the manager, and his [Fake] smile could only tolerate so much bullshit before he screamed to her face:
"SERIOUSLY! DO YOU EVEN READ? You seem like the individual that buys books beyond their IQ to front to their friends smug quotes they pull off Pinterest. Fuck outta my face, I'm already feeling moody without your stupid requests about seeing a manager to get a dollar discount on 45$"
Karen(Who knows her real name?) was flustered and she huffed and puffed, summoning all her agony to retort to Hector:
"I'll let you know I am the corporate executive of Saks Fifth Avenue, and I will get you fired for your rude behavior! The customer is always right and you're just a pitiful man."
Hector's eyes widened as he chuckled and took off his uniform and punched Karen, who immediately folded like a sack of paper as he replied with dark eyes:
"Bitch, I am the manager, and fuck you. Go read you illiterate dog."
With those last words Hector left his job with joy in his face, finally his melancholic mood lifting."
(Scene Change)
"What do you mean I can't visit the children's hospital ward?" Inquired a furious Minerva, recently released off a technicality from her previous assaul….. healing of Noah.
The Nurse was scared yet firm in her response:
"Ahem, I mean that you have been listed as 'Persona Non Grata' in all surrounding Hospitals."
Minerva squinted as she didn't understand what the fuck this wannabe nurse said and she angrily retorted:
"The fuck is persona no gratuitus? You insultin' my intelligence now? I'll let you know I have the best authority to heal anyone. And I do mean anyone!"
While the red haired nurse smiled, her finger hovered an inch away from the security button yet, she gave this seemingly innocent blonde haired women the benefit of the doubt and replied:
"Basically, it means that you aren't wanted, welcomed, or needed anywhere. And your presence itself may upset some serious operations going on in the different hospital wards. So, please go home and stop causing trouble!"
Minerva's eyes teared up, yet she thought of a solution. With a nod of her head, the mockery of a wise sage was born and she charmed the nurse by saying:
"Listen, I got credentials, I'm a doctor ok, just trust me."
The nurse was bewitched when she saw Minerva's sizeable bust and her pink yet so, SO, full lips biting down and looking like a puppy. She sighed and didn't see the harm as she motioned her to follow.
As they went through the service elevator to the children's ward the Nurse couldn't help to ask:
"So, how can you help these terminally ill children so suddenly, Dr. Minerva?"
The blonde haired scammer thought long and hard before asking:
"What are their symptoms?"
"Lymphoma, Pancreatic cancer, breast cancer, and muscular atrophy. Truly, not simple conditions that can be cured at the drop of the hat."
Replied the nurse as she gazed with curious, yet hesitant eyes at this self-proclaimed doctor.
Minerva scoffed as she pulled out two pink brass knuckles and kissed the middle of them as she replied:
"Then these children need [Love & Healing] My Love knuckles will cure the disease right after they get punched with the force of Mike Tyson, no doubt about it."
The Nurse smiled as she panicked internally and hit her mobile security alarm. They went up to the ward and finally the elevator doors opened and Minerva with hopeful eyes slammed her knuckles together as she roared:
"Children, you're salvation has come! Prepare for Love and Healing to whip you into shape!"
Yet, before she could perform one more step she got tranqued hard by thirteen different projectiles. As she fell to the ground, Julius went forward and shook his head as he responded:
"Load up the criminal and prepare for her to go to trial, this is to far. She almost beat these children to death. And Nurse Yuki, we will have words after this."
The nurse shivered but it was Julius, so it was fine. They could bang if he wanted to after all, he's the most perfect of Metrosexuals after all. With them tight pants and useless cloak.
(Scene Change)
"Are you done performing your chores for the estate, Petra-san?"
Asked a blonde haired maid with an amazing body, like Yowza Otto shoulda tapped that.
Petra nodded as she felt sleepy and yawned:
"Hai, hai, I'm done. The laundry had been sorted, the dishes cleaned, the floors mopped, the walls scrubbed, etc. I'm sleep Frederica-sama."
The blonde maid smiled as she carried Petra to her room and deposited her on the bed and smiled in content at her protégé.
When she went to her room she undressed and was getting ready to take off her clothes, yet her animal instincts warned her and she threw a silver butter knife at the curtains, earning a Kyaahh sound. While confused she saw a silver haired girl approach her as she rubbed her stomach where the knife had left a bruise.
Frederica recognized who it was and her shark grin came back as she asked while taking off her clothes in a , slow, sensual, manner:
'Well then, I guess I do have to eat you after all, isn't that right. Satella-Sensei?"
Satella's eyes trembled yet in agony of the knife wound or in ecstasy at being eaten she was unsure as she meekly nodded her head, and Frederica approached the trembling silver haired girl and used her tongue to stroke and lick her neck. As Satella almost lost it and jumped Frederica's bones a voice was heard:
"What the fuck, I can't even join this ménage a trois?"
A fierce eyed man was standing there huffing and puffing, as his bulge was visible in the lame Adidas tracksuit he wore. Yet he smirked as he pointed his finger to the sky and yelled:
I'm Natsuki Subaru, and it's my destiny to join this forbidden love!"
All Satella could think of at this sudden interruption was:
"Who the fuck wears Adidas tracksuits if they aren't in eastern Europe? What a loser."
Author's notes:
Gimme more ideas please haha, this is too much fun to write.