Chapter 10: The Lost Witch Project

You thought Cartman's house couldn't get any more messier than it already was?

Well, you guys couldn't be more right, everything at Cartman's home was just falling apart as Kenny and Cartman put every piece of furniture they could reach on every exit they could find inside.

They closed windows. They blocked the doors. They turned off every light they could find in there.

"Kenny! Dude! My couch!"

Kenny went far to take things like the TV or the couch of the living room and rapidly push them next to the entrance, blocking any possible access to the front door.

"This is necessary, Cartman. Trust me…"

Kenny grabbed a poker. Cartman grabbed the baseball bat he took from downstairs and carefully grabbed a gun from her mum's bedroom. Kenny watched him with concern.

"What? This is necessary too…"

He rolled his eyes and took a few steps before crouching down one of the windows, making Cartman to crouch too with the gun pointing at the door.

Kenny made a risky move when he cautiously grabbed a part of the curtains and carefully pulled slowly to its side so he could be able to see how the situation was developing from outside.

Much for his relief, his counterpart never took a step out of his position and he clearly wasn't even exchanging glances between him.

He just stood there, unanimously, above the sidewalk that led to the door entrance. His gaze was just centered at the house's principal entrance and it seemed that he wasn't going to look anywhere that wasn't the damn door, like if something was off or strange with the wooden furniture.

"What is he doing? C'mon, move…." Kenny whispered in a quiet manner.

"Has he done anything already?"

"Not yet…"

Kenny didn't take his gaze from his dark counterpart until Cartman reloaded his gun again. That's when he turned his head to him.

"Are you sure you know how to use it?"

"What? The gun? Dude, I'm an expert, I know how to handle weapons like these…"

"Yeah, sure…"

"Hey! It 's true Ken. Remember how the last airsoft game turned out, how kewl and pro I looked…"

"Yeah… Until Kyle gave you two clean shots near your butt crack."

"Yeah r-... Hey!"

"Hehe, and I remember you were all like 'Shit! Shit! I got bees in my underwear, AAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhh!', Hehe…"

"For your information Kenny I was distracted with Butters' bullshit and I don't remember screaming like that. Don't start exaggerating things that aren't true, dumbass…"

"Sure, whatever…"

The distraction from his former friend was sufficient enough to at least give him a quick laugh to light himself up despite the tense situation they two were involved in and he returned his gaze to where his counterpart was standing.

Unfortunately, much to his demise, he was suddenly attacked by the feeling of uncertainty when he noticed that his counterpart moved from his position, he was nowhere to be seen.

Kenny panicked.

"Shit…"

"What?" Cartman asked.

"He 's gone…"

"What!"

"What I'm telling you, he's gone. I don't see him…"

"Shit. And where is he now?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out, I can't see him from here…"

Kenny looked closely to the outside, trying to take a peek without removing the curtains that keep them unnoticed, unsure if his counterpart was playing a prank on him or not.

He looked for him for a long minute but then it became problematic, RKenny was nowhere to be seen, and that feeling of uncertainty made Kenny nervous again.

"Dammit. Dammit, where's he?"

"You found him yes or no?" Cartman said, now annoyed.

"Shh… Damm Cartman, quiet! Don't speak up. I don't know what his next move is, but now he could be anywhere."

"Well Ken if you weren't so poorly distracted you would know where he is."

"Your gun distracts me… What if you take a look?"

"Hey! My duty…" he pointed at his gun.

"Your duty…" Cartman pointed at his window.

"You're my eyes Ken. Don't make me open that door and check by myself."

"You don't have the balls…" Kenny dared him.

"Oh, don't I? Here Ken, watch…"

Cartman, moved by his pride, made some steps to approach the door entrance and was about to grab the handle to prove his own words, not for nothing he lowered his mum's gun as a sign of not being scared.

Of course, this happened really briefly. He wasn't the only one with the idea.

*Knock, Knock, Knock….

Three knocks on the door made Cartman stop dead and reach his gun again, with Kenny moving rapidly to the other side of the window as he panicked in pure sight.

Someone was now knocking at the door from outside, and his knocks were heavier than iron fists.

The two never dared to open the door, nor even had intentions to open it anyways, they weren't dumb enough to let anyone enter the house after everything that happened that night.

However, the tension still lingered.

"Well… Do you wanna check now?", asked Kenny.

"I don't think I need…" Eric responded while reloading his gun again.

The silence was gone, the knocks became louder. Cartman was ready to pull the trigger whenever the situation required while Kenny prepared himself for the worst.

Frankly, the two boys didn't know how all this would end up, the uncertainty stalked them from their backs.

After some heavy knocks and a lot of despair, the knocks began to cool down until they faded in a light tone, giving Cartman the opportunity to face their intruder with his own words.

"Hey unibrow! This inn's out, get lost!" He said to him 0I

No words were thrown in response. The gun didn't pop up its own click noise from its trigger. Kenny and Cartman didn't need to move any more steps. Before they could do anything else, in time, a strong force smashed the house's entrance.

Cartman flew back, hitting himself really hard on the ground while Kenny hit as well in the wall, while a storming amount of dust invaded the now messy living room.

As the door flew to the edge of the kitchen, Kenny could see a small shadow entering quickly in there before a more round figure appeared in the now destroyed entrance.

Cartman, not letting himself be downed so easily, rushed to take the gun and aim it at the figure, who promptly didn't let his destruction hide him from attention, stepping forward menacingly to Eric Cartman, revealing himself to him and Kenny.

" :I "

"What the f-... You!?"

"Indeed friend, It's me…"

It was none other than RCartman, Cartman's counterpart, now dirty and wet because of the water from Stark's Pond but fearless nonetheless.

He had de ropes from the chair tied up to his neck, they weren't really tight though so he was able to breath well, sufficient to walk a long distance from the pond to the house again.

"What the hell! I drowned you! I saw you falling down to the bottom of the pond with the goddamn canoe!"

RCartman responded by throwing him the rock he had been carrying with the rope around his neck next to him, breaking it in various pieces due to the force of his thrown.

"Can you repeat that my friend? The water pressure makes you deaf sometimes…"

"Grr… You faggot." Cartman said while grabbing the gun that was pointing to his counterpart, with his forefinger attached to the trigger.

RCartman in response just lifted his arms up while pretending what it looked like an apparent situation of point with no return. However, the neutral expression he frankly retained as well as the astonishment of seeing his eyes roll of boredom were sufficient for Cartman to throw his mercy away and pull the trigger quickly.

Unfortunate for Cartman though, he wasn't the only one with the same idea.

As soon as Kenny found his mind in place again he witnessed how the gun from his former friend was suddenly snatched from his hands, being taken by a black large tentacle that appeared inside the kitchen and stole Cartman from behind.

"What the-..." Cartman said, stunned, quickly turning his back to whoever took his gun away.

He saw the black tentacle carrying his gun to the kitchen, emerging from the black blot that was now forming from the floor. The tentacle hid itself quickly in there, along with the gun, and it slowly started to emerge his carrier.

Cartman was confused as hell, still asking himself why there was a black slick messing up with his kitchen, but Kenny knew too well. And if was because of it that he started to slowly panic, crouching down in fear as the black stain slowly transformed into the only being it actually was, the one and only, RKenny, creature from the shadows, emerging himself from the kitchen as he was now the one grabbing the gun in his hand.

"Hey! Give me that back!" Cartman demanded.

RKenny never mumbled a word, as he stared him without reacting to his words. After a few seconds, RKenny turned his gaze to the gun he was now holding, as he quickly turned his eyes back to Cartman again.

That's the moment when his tricks made effect, showing how the palm from his own hand started deforming itself like a massive stain of ink, slowly covering the surface of the gun until it became as malleable as clay. The gun, now turned into liquid matter, took the form of a melted sphere and it fused itself with RKenny's hand, mixing spontaneously with the cotton of his coat like two colors forming a new one, only this time there was nothing but darkness.

Through Cartman's eyes, RKenny just melted his mother's gun until it became nothing like ink. Dark, malleable ink, just like RKenny himself.

"Why you little…!" Cartman said while he ran towards him.

"Cartman no!" Kenny warned him, but it was too late.

Cartman charged against RKenny, giving him a direct punch in his stomach while containing all the rage he was developing with every fist.

RKenny, who received the hit, took two steps back because of the recoil, but instead of returning the fist to Eric, he just stood there still, with no intentions to do something else.

Eric Cartman, now face to face, didn't feel like his strike did something to him so he decided to take his other fist and this time punch him right in the face, however, something was off.

He couldn't detach his right arm from the skin of the creature, nor he could feel he had hit something solid like skin, real skin. He could only see how his hand had literally perforated the stomach of the creature, with this one not reacting at all.

"What the hell is this?" Cartman said, intrigued by the black substance that was staining his yellow gloves.

He tried to get his hand off him, but he couldn't, he tried a few more times but for each time he struggled to free himself his arm just seemed to sink even more in the black .

That was the moment when Cartman realized he wasn't having his hand stuck in the doppelganger. The doppelganger itself was absorbing his hand with his own skin, and judging by his stance, he wanted the full overload.

RKenny functions like a devouring mass. Whoever dares to nail a finger on him, he will make sure to trap his opponent into his pocket size dimension, built upon his conscience and being. Liane took a visit down there before, now his son would pass in there too.

"Get…OFF ME!"

Cartman screamed trying to pull himself out but RKenny was more extensive, covering all his darkness to Cartman as the living shadow that he ultimately was. After various seconds, the head, torso and arms of Eric were practically covered by the ink of RKenny, only having his legs visible in the real reality that he was leaving behind.

"No! CARTMAN!" Kenny screamed in fear, worried about the state of his friend.

Cartman couldn't hear his words and suddenly, what was left of him, everything, disappeared with him. Cartman was now in RKenny's pocket dimension and the counterpart itself restored his original appearance slowly because of the amount of ink covered by Eric.

He, however, wasn't still satisfied with this feast. RKenny had a pending business to resolve soon, as he turned his gaze to the now only sane human occupying the house. His only proposal from that unfortunate night.

Kenny stood there, frozen, with now only one thing to do left.

"F*ck…" Kenny sighed as he tried to rush out of the house, only to be grabbed from the wrist by RCartman himself, who predicted his movement as soon as he recovered from his brief unconsciousness.

"Hey, hey, friend, where do you think you're going? You're leaving your comrade, go with him!"

He pushed Kenny directly against his counterpart, landing himself into the arms of RKenny as he gave him a big crunch of a hug, with one of the tentacles taking him from the neck as the black matter began to swallow him from inside.

"F*ck. F*ck! Let me go!"

Kenny's corpse began to fade away, RKenny's dimension made sure he wouldn't be able to detach himself from it, as the darkness from its core grabbed him up to his back.

"Shit! Please… Give me two wishes." Kenny said as he tried his best to take the phone out of his pocket, texting an urgent message to Kyle before he could met his inevitable doom.

"Message to Kyle. From Kenny:

Kyle, please head back to the house! They have us at bay dude, Cartman and I arrrrrrrrrgggkgg- jfjfknvdxbzkzjhflzfdklfjsdfao…."

Kenny was never able to finish up his message as his whole body and being were ultimately trapped inside RKenny's pocket dimension, throwing his phone outside, not being able to send it quickly to Kyle and the rest.

After Kenny could made his last fresh breath from the outside, RKenny started moving frenetically, convulsing itself due to the amount of energy he was taking from them, letting a high distorted pitch similar to a big static noise from an old TV before getting himself up, wrapping his clothes and shoes before putting his hands inside his pockets, returning to his neutral look as usual.

That's it, the deed was done. Cartman and Kenny were finally caught. And they couldn't be more satisfied.

"Fiu…Jeez, we did it. I can't believe it but… yeah, we did it! Great. This night has been worth it then, excepting the unnecessary bathroom but well, nobody's perfect. How about you Kenny? Are you feeling alright?" RCartman said.

"..." RKenny responded back.

"Yeah, I figured. C'mon now, let's go back with Elik(RKyle) and the rest. He'll know for sure, what to do with these two…"

Meanwhile, with Kyle and company…

The trio found themselves surrounding the tall tree, witnessing the girl who was sitting on top of it.

They couldn't tell who she was, neither knew if she was against them or not, but well, the answer was simple, no one goes around sitting on a tree in the middle of the night.

Maybe leprechauns, even gnomes, but girls with magenta berets? No, even for the town's standard, that was just plain weird.

"That doesn't really answer my question." Kyle responded back.

"Oh well, that's a spoiler I guess…"

"And you're still not gonna reveal yourself?"

"Maybe I will want to, maybe I won't. Whatever, it doesn't matter, I'm already showing you who I am. You should know that already, silly…"

"Uh…" Kyle didn't know what to say, neither Stan and Butters were sure with her response, her way of telling things was already difficult to even get a proper answer. But Butters, with his charm, was not going to shut up forever.

"Were you the one that I hit with one of the rocks from the other trees? Sorry in advance, I was a little confused and-…"

"Jijijiji… How sweet of you Butters. It's okay, you didn't hit me. You never did. Although you should practice your aim a little bit more. It could save you from trouble…"

"Wait. Butters? You know his name?" Kyle asked.

"Yes Kyle, of course, of course I know your names. Whoever dares to lay a foot in this little town from Colorado should already know your names in advance. It's not like you guys are famous or anything, but still you find your ways to get out of trouble, like right now with my companion trapped on that stupid net. He's fast, he's menacing, and you three? On one foot. Ugh, how predictable…"

"Oh, so you have been watching us, huh?"

"Yes. Everything. From here. At the proper time that I finished reading the ninth chapter from this book. Now I know it's my turn to shine for once…"

"There! So you're sided with them, isn't it? Jeez, how many of you are in here? It's one freak per another…" Kyle grumbled out of pure irritation.

"Don't be so dummy, Broflovski. I can be with them, even have sided. Still, I have my reasons to be, just like everyone else."

"So… you're against us or not?"

"Yes and no. You still haven't guessed…"

That does it. Kyle had enough. No matter how mysterious that girl was, her stupid riddles were just making him feel he was wasting precious time when he could just be out there asking for help, or even looking out for Cartman and Kenny.

"Shit, Kenny…" Kyle remembered that they weren't the only ones in a hurry, since Kenny and Cartman were also in a hurry, so they try to pass her by taking two steps back to where they came from, only to be stopped by the magic fog which blocks the path they were heading before.

That fog is special, it has magical properties. Whoever tries to cross it, it will just lead him back to where they were before, meaning that Kyle and the other two boys were trapped in those surroundings, even if they wanted to leave. Kyle after finding out this anomaly groaned in frustration.

"Ugh! That does it! You're against us dude! Could you just throw your smug away and let us go please?"

"I insist. You should really guess who I am, Broflovski…"

"I think she really wants us to know her name, Kyle…" Butters said.

" *Sigh, goddammit. Butters I'm not going to waste my time on this. Kenny and Cartman are out there missing and we're just w-...!"

"Wait. Kyle, wait! Hold on a second…" Stan interrupted him.

"Oh brother, you're on this too dude! C'mon dammit, she's just messing with us…"

"No, I've heard that voice before…"

"What?"

"Kyle, see her. Watch her closely. Don't you notice it too…"

Kyle wasn't sure of what his friend Stan was pointing at, but whoever it was, he could notice a worried expression through the eyes of his old partner.

Little they know that the magical girl had just closed the book she was reading and playfully step out from the branch she was sitting on, moving herself through the air, but instead of fall down as any normal human would have done she just started to float on the air, like a balloon with helium, but tied up in the same branch.

"Oh jeez…" Butters sighed since he was really tired of more anomalous stuff, as well as Kyle who took his hand and rapidly covered Butters behind him, taking two steps back for precaution.

Stan however, never moved from his spot. He never took his gaze away from the girl, as the magenta outfit she was wearing spread a familiar view that Stan was afraid to recognize.

"A french hat. No wait, it looks more like a beret…"

While Stan was still wondering how she could be the so called "witch", she started to descend slowly to the ground, making a little bit more easy the task of guessing and trying.

"A magenta coat, a pair of pink gloves. That doesn't help me…" Stan thought. Although he couldn't still guess who she was, he could notice how all her outfit was just colored by magenta, something weird but not even close to guessing who she really was. Fortunately but unfortunately for him, he would find out eventually.

"Wait, a beret. And black shoes. I know, all of us have almost the same pair of shoes, it's not like a big deal or anything, but a beret? I don't know any other store in here who could sell those things, not to mention it's magenta like the rest of her outfit. The only beret I've seen wandering around here was purple, and it was ported by W-…"

Stan paused for a moment. His own mind started to turn white as his worries started to grow significantly. An unnamed fear started to prominent all over his body while a familiar tension began wrapping his heart, scared that this familiar feeling was not what he was thinking it was.

By that moment, the magical girl touched the ground firmly. Her face was just facing the ground.

"Stan! What are you doing? Stay away from her!" Kyle warned him. He didn't listen. He was too scared to listen. The only thing that kept him from stepping back was just the necessity to see her face, in order to confirm if the fears that he was having were true or not.

When the girl finally decided to lift her head up, he froze himself from down to top. It was surreal, it didn't make sense. Her magenta beret, her black hair, her bright pink pupils who could be seen sparkling even in the middle of the dark.

He was scared. Not because of her face or her "powers". He was scared because she was too familiar to recognize, and the only word that he shouted from his mouth wasn't because he was sure. It just crossed his mind like a 2 plus 2 math operation.

"Wendy?" He said in a lowered tone of his voice. Despite this, the girl heard him, and naturally approached him closer and closer just to face him with his own dread.

"Almost, silly…" She said before pushing Stan back with a medium force of air, sufficient to make Stan hit the ground with his back while making the pink fog disappear again.

"Stan!" Kyle shouted, and he and Butters went rapidly to aid him after the whole tension broke apart.

"Ugh…" Stan grunted as he tried to get up. He wasn't hurt, he didn't feel it, but the inner worries he was developing didn't fade away.

"You really let your sh*t sinking, do you? Jijiji…"

"Shut up asshole!" Kyle insulted her. He wasn't the one disrespecting women, but he wasn't friendly at all when someone just went and straight pushed his friend down with no particular reason. "What's your problem?"

"Yeah! That wasn't very nice…" Butters added.

"Ugh, how pitiful. You guys still haven't guessed…"

"Oh, are you still on that? You're gonna get it!"

"She's Wendy…"

Kyle stopped himself from grabbing the magical girl from the wrist to process what his friend just said.

"What?"

"Wendy… Testaburger… She's Wendy dude…. I can't believe it but she's…."

"Jiji… More or less. You guys are finally getting closer…"

"Dude, seriously, have you knocked out your senses or what? Who the heck is she gonna be Wendy? I mean, dude… SHE JUST F*CKING LEVITATED IN THE AIR FOR FIVE SECONDS STAN! FIVE SECONDS!"

"Yeah! What makes you think that Stan?"

Stan was still intrigued that the other two didn't get his memo, so he made a sign with his hands turning to his right, trying to indicate a past event that made sense in this situation.

Butters couldn't tell what he was doing, and Kyle certainly was trying to comprehend, but once he connected the strings, he stood there in silence, with a now shocking face to be seen.

He carefully turned again to see the magical girl, which now had a smile on her face and her arms crossed as she already could tell that Kyle finally figured who she really was. He was now tense. He didn't want to admit it, but he started to get nervous, knowing that if it was true what he thought was real, that could lead to a thousand new possibilities to be more greatly worried.

He didn't stay enough to sell his firmness and directly said what the three already knew.

"No… damm… way…"

"Ugh, you boys are really dummies. It's clear this place is different but I never expected it to be that different, I was honestly hoping that the smartness of a Broflovski would already tie the strings from the top hall, but well, in the end the farmer took it. How convenient, but well, I'll take it…"

"Uhh, I'm not really good at riddles mystery girl, could you please go to the last part? I'm now lost. Really lost…" Butters said.

"Butters! She's Wendy. Not our Wendy. Their Wendy…" Kyle responded to Butters. After a little bit more thinking, Butters finally understood.

"Oh no…. hamburgers. It's again one of these freaks!"

"For the meantime, please Leo, "freaks" is not the correct word, "Reversals" is much better. And for the other part, yes, I'm a Testaburger…

Wands Testaburger…"

Now the three were intrigued. As she revealed her name, Wands produced a bright pink shine from her eyes, provoking almost a flash to the three boys' retinas.

They couldn't understand why this was happening. Sure, for various moments they accept the mere connotation that 4 doppelgangers from their same size were trying to kill them during the middle of the night, but they didn't count there was a fifth one now. And the worst, it belonged to Wendy's, from the Testaburger family.

Why on earth would appear a doppelganger of Wendy? Does she have something to do this too? Stan wasn't sure why this was happening, but if there was now a reversal of Wendy's and she was sided with those psychopaths, then he had a now valid reason to be extremely worried.

"You're a freak too! I should have known! Stay away from us, leave us alone! We haven't done anything to you, nor to your whole gang of losers!"

"I'm afraid you're really misinformed Kyle. I'm not here because I was dragged too, or even for pure fun. If I'm here breathing this new air or even working with those you dare to call "freaks" that's because I have reasons. My own reasons. As well as new tasks to get done before the sun arrives again."

"That means that they've sent you here just to strike us like everyone has been doing in all this pity night is that your f*cking task?" Kyle told her with a lot of anger through his eyes.

Wands just laughed at them.

"Oh please, I think you guys are already occupied, aren't you? I'm just saving you precious time to think a little until the hunter and the shadow complete their own tracks before I personally start to do the same, which is gonna be immediately, since they're already approaching to their new destination…"

When Wands already extended her arms by her sides, Stan was sure she was gonna do another one of her tricks, but the rampant response he received was enough to make him go mad."

"And that's where I'm gonna go too. Instead of throwing the tantrum to the sleeping beauty I'll just drag her to my dream world. To the never ending sleep full of darkness. And you can't stop me, sh*thead…"

"That does it…" Stan said as he immediately charged straight against her. He wanted to return her fist.

"Stan wait!" Kyle warned him, but he didn't listen.

"Keep her AWAY FROM THIS!" Stan screamed at full lung as he clenched his fist in order to hit her right in the face. However he forgot that he was dealing with a witch, and witches know how to fly well, so it only lasted a big impulse of her to fly above the sky, avoiding the little punch she was about to receive.

"You forgot I'm a mistle witch?"

"Get down there! You're not going anywhere! Come back here and fight with us! You cunts are not going to bring her into this." Stan demanded.

"Too late. Now I wanna save myself some time. Ta-ta boys…" As Wands said this she took some of her magic dust from her gloves and with a powerful spell created a big wrap of pink dust with the ability to freeze time to anyone who dared to touch it.

"Uuh fellas, why is she throwing that fog at us? I'm starting not to… feel… my leg-g…!" Butters stopped in the middle sentence as the pink fog paralyzed all his nerves, making his movement freeze like if someone just stopped time against him.

"Butters! What's happ...enin…" Kyle passed through the same condition.

"No! Get over h-..." Same thing to Stan.

The three boys stayed frozen in that forest while Wands, now relieved, took a last needed sigh before proceeding with her own task.

"Ok girl, enough fun. Let's get now into real business…" She said before teleporting herself to her new destination.

3 minutes later…

After some time without movement from the boys the "freeze effect" from the pink fog started to fade away and Stan, Kyle and Butters gradually recovered their movement back, falling into the ground because of the sudden response.

"ning… Wait what, what the heck happened?" Kyle asked, still confused.

"My legs! I can't feel my legs fellas! Oh God! No wait… I can feel them! Fiu…" Butters added.

"Ugh… my head. Hold on, where's her?" Stan arbitrarily asked, not intercepting Wands anywhere in the sky.

"She's not here dude. She probably left while we were freezing or something. Wait, Stan… where are you goi- Stan!" While Kyle was giving his view of things Stan didn't think twice before getting himself up quickly and rapidly ran through the forest, looking desperately for the exit in order to get to his new destination.

"Stan, wait! Oh what a night…" Butters said, and he and Kyle were now running after Stan, following him wherever he was now, leading up the new march against the new problem he was now facing.

"Stan! What's gotten into you?" Butters asked Stan.

"We have to get to Wendy's, now! Something bad is gonna happen, and somehow... it's our fault."

3 minutes before, at the Testaburger Residence…

The quiet night extended itself through all the houses from South Park. The Testaburger Residence was no exception to this rule, as the Testaburgers rest placidly without any worry to take care of. All those nights have been the same, this one would not be an exception.

However this time will be different, as the magenta light which started to illuminate a little bit from the outside, Wands magically warped herself to the exterior of the residence, taking a quick look to Wendy's house, staring directly to her bedroom's window.

"Mh… What a fancy house. If I had known before that I got myself to live in a fancy house like this one I would have done this a looong time ago…"

"Why do you think we are here for, witch…"

Wands turned to her right to see who responded to her, unsurprised as she recognized that voice everywhere. It was none other than RKyle himself, Kyle's counterpart, who took the quick time he had in mind and waited for her arrival after his unsuccessful attempt to kill Kyle in his house.

"You're slow. Too slow. Even the labrat is more faster than you…"

"I have my own distractions in the way, you can thank me later…"

RKyle just rolled his eyes, uninterested in her companion's antics.

"Just do your magic, God…"

He leaned against one random tree, just waiting for her to do her action. She rolled her eyes and immediately crossed his hands like if she was making a prayer of some sort.

While humming a barely understandable dialect the pink fog began to emanate from her hands, this time in a peaceful manner, as if she was controlling it of some sorts.

Then, she opened her bright magenta eyes and immediately pointed with the palm of her hand to Wendy's own bedroom window, where the fog obeyed and began approaching it, entering through the small ledge that towered in one of the sides and then slowly arriving inside the bedroom itself.

Between the numerous posters and the brightness of the purpurin, Wendy was sleeping inside her own bed. She was facing the ceiling with her ears fully open, sufficient for the fog to find an easy way to enter her mind and carefully but surely enter her dreams.

Wands was concentrated on her magical spelling. She was so concentrated that she even started levitating from the ground, as her words started to sound clearly like full sentences, reciting a spell capable of waking up the sleepiest person in the whole world.

"Rise and shine, wake up my dear;

The three stars are bright, we don't have much time.

The savage's in his jail, the invisible's too shy;

The hunter and his shadow are retaking their march.

A warrior endures, a madman explodes;

A leader should see her own self-esteem.

The witch takes no more, her spell is too strong;

Once you have know this, you'll obey with no remorse…"

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