The prompt this week was "The many thoroughly ridiculous, completely impractical, and downright bizarre Grimm that Salem's come up with over the years."
Salem smiled as her newest creation slowly pulled itself from the pool of darkness outside of her keep. It rose to its full height, dwarfing her with its massive form. Four stories high, the creature was not the largest of the Grimm, but Salem was certain that it would prove effective.
"My Lady?" Watts called from behind her. Salem turned to see him and Hazel approaching from the direction of the keep.
"Ah, excellent. You're just in time to witness my latest Grimm."
"Yes, ma'am, we could see it from the castle. It's certainly…"
"Why did you make this?" Hazel asked when Watts trailed off.
"Have you ever seen a chicken attack a rattlesnake?" Salem asked. "They're absolutely lethal to anything smaller than they are. This one will rip apart humans with ease, treating them like the vermin they are."
"But ma'am," Watts said. Salem turned to look at him, and he shifted uncomfortably before continuing. "It's a giant cock."
"Indeed, it is," Salem confirmed, turning to regard her minion again. "And soon all of Remnant will experience my giant cock."
For a moment the two men just stared at their master. Finally, Hazel nudged Watts. The scientist stepped closer to Salem and whispered in her ear for a moment. Salem's face fell as he spoke.
Without saying a word, she snapped her fingers, and the chicken Grimm dissolved back into the black liquid from whence it came.
"This time I'm certain I've created the instrument of Ozpin's doom," began Salem after her two henchmen had gathered at the pool again.
Hazel regarded the angelic Grimm standing beside the pool of darkness. "It's not moving," he commented after a moment.
"Exactly," replied the witch. "I got the idea from a TV series. They're exceptionally fast, but they can't move while a living creature is looking at them."
Watts gasped.
"You've created a Weeping Angel! That's amazing!"
"Yes," confirmed Salem. "And I am certain they will strike terror into the Huntsmen just as they struck terror into the show's viewers."
"What if two of them look at each other?" asked Hazel.
There was a moment of silence. Finally, Salem replied. "They would be stuck until something came between them."
"What if one of them looked at a mirror."
Salem sighed. "It would be stuck until the mirror was moved."
"What if the Huntsmen got enough people together that it was unlikely that they would all blink at once? There are only three of us here, and that thing hasn't moved an inch."
"I guess it works best against lone enemies," Salem admitted.
"What's stopping a Huntsman from just killing it while it can't move?"
Salem opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it again. She turned to look at Watts.
"The characters in the show never really carried weapons so…"
Salem sighed and snapped her fingers. The Weeping Angel liquified without ever having moved.
"I've got it this time!" Salem announced. "I shouldn't have been taking my ideas from a TV show. Games are the way to go."
"Ah yes, the Mimic," agreed Watts. "A classic."
"I understand," said Hazel with a nod. "It looks like a treasure chest, so the Huntsman will approach it expecting to find valuables."
"Exactly," Salem confirmed. "But instead they will find their doom."
"But wouldn't they be suspicious of a treasure chest sitting in the middle of the woods?" asked Watts.
"Obviously we'll hide it somewhere that one might expect to find a treasure chest," Salem replied.
"Like where?" asked Watts.
Salem paused for a moment, trying to come up with an answer. Finally, she bowed her head in defeat and snapped her fingers, returning the Mimic to the Grimm pool.
Hazel was turning towards the castle when he noticed a writhing mass of limbs off to the side. Whatever the Grimm was meant to be, it was covered in arms of all shapes and sizes. It had so many of the limbs sticking out at odd angles that it didn't appear to be able to move. It even had arms growing out of its other arms.
"What happened to that one?" he asked.
"Oh, that one," Salem replied. "Have you ever had a key become stuck while you were typing, and it made a whole bunch of the same letter?"
"Yes," answered Watts. Hazel just nodded.
"It turns out something similar can happen with Grimm magic."
The two men slowly returned to the castle, trying and failing to process that.