Shopping Bag of Horrors
When Wyatt tries to use magic to make his life easier, it doesn't quite work the way he'd hoped...
Dedicated to Fanycharmed
"Wy, Mommy will get angry," a young voice warned the blond little boy.
Melinda and Wyatt were standing outside by the loaded van. Piper had taken all three of her kids on a much-needed shopping trip. She'd been hoping that she'd be able to kill two birds with one stone: get rid of the kids' boredom, and buy everything that would be consumed for the rest of the week. Unfortunately, only one of the goals had been achieved. Piper had been able to buy everything she needed, but her children were still bored. In an effort to use up more of their energy, she'd instructed the kids to bring in the shopping bags, which were piled in the back seat and the trunk of the van. Then, she'd gone upstairs with a headache.
Chris, the little goody-goody, had jumped at her command. He'd grabbed a bag full of tissue boxes and run straight into the house. Knowing that the coast was clear, Wyatt had then decided to use magic to get all the bags into the house. Piper was upstairs, and Chris was inside. Nobody would be the wiser. Unless Melinda decided to blab.
"Come on, Mel, it'll be fun!" Wyatt insisted, wondering what would be the best way to do this. He decided that his projection ability would be the most useful for this case. He looked over at his little sister with pleading blue eyes. At his nine years of age, he'd already perfected the puppy-dog look, although Chris's was usually more effective. Probably because Wyatt was always the one to get him in trouble in the first place…
Melinda put her thumb into her mouth. Her mother had been telling her to stop doing that for ages, but she didn't listen. Her thumb was just an automatic comfort for her. She was only four years old, after all. She saw her big brother's begging eyes, and considered it for a moment. Then she nodded. Despite being only four, she enjoyed demonstrations of magic as much as the next person. Or maybe it was because of her age. Either way, she didn't particularly mind if Wyatt did some magic then and there.
Wyatt grinned and then stretched out his fingers, as if preparing to do some strenuous labor. Taking a deep breath, he then saw the bags coming to life in his mind. He felt the magic beginning to work and then he let it all out.
He heard Melinda gasp, and as Wyatt opened his eyes, he was rather amazed as well. The bags were beginning to move slowly. Their contents moved around inside of them, but didn't spill out. Melinda giggled and applauded, and Wyatt couldn't resist a goofy bow. He was proud of his magic having worked. Usually, when he used it, something unexpected happened. It seemed that that wasn't the case here.
The front door then opened and Chris stepped outside. He began to walk towards the van, his brown hair bouncing with every step he took. Suddenly, he noticed that the bags were moving on their own. Wyatt and Melinda were just watching them. Chris broke into a run. "No, Wyatt! Mom said we're not supposed to do that!"
The blond boy and little girl turned around, surprised to hear that their brother had returned outside. They knew they would be in trouble now, since Chris was usually a tattletale when it came to magic.
Chris grabbed one of the bags that was taking itself into the house. "What if someone sees?" he asked and began to force it to remain still. The bag froze for a moment, before beginning to struggle against the seven-year olds efforts. Chris yelped as the contents were strewn all over the path. His siblings could do nothing but stare.
Chris struggled to keep the bag from going even crazier, but it was at that moment that the bag seemingly had enough. After tossing out crackers and cereal boxes onto the front lawn, it launched itself at the young boy. The bag opened itself and tried to swallow Chris's head. Chris fell to the ground and fought against the piece of plastic. It was surprisingly strong, despite being so flimsy.
The other bags, which had noticed that one of them was in danger, began to head towards Chris themselves. At that moment, both Wyatt and Melinda leapt into action. They began grabbing the bags, trying to stop them from attacking their brother. Chris had enough on his plate at the moment without adding more to it. The bags that the other children had grabbed turned on them as well, beginning to throw the items they contained at the innocent little heads. Wyatt and Melinda ducked as best as they could, but winced every time they took a blow.
A couple of bags had escaped their grasp, and were heading towards Chris, who was still fighting the first one. Finally, he managed to tear it in half. Satisfied, Chris threw the pieces away, but was unable to rejoice in his victory as the other bags began to attack him, doing their very best to suffocate the poor boy. "Do something!" Chris yelled as one bag launched itself at his face while another tried to keep his arm from moving around. "Stop them, Wyatt!"
Wyatt looked at the remains of the bag in his hand. If he'd done it, he should be able to undo it, right? That was the way magic worked. He closed his eyes, hoping that no evil bag would use it as an advantage against him. Then, he concentrated. He tried to see the bags lying lifeless on the ground. Stretching out his fingers, he tried to call the magic to him. Wyatt couldn't feel anything happening. Gritting his teeth and forcing his eyes shut even tighter, he tried again. Still, he couldn't feel anything.
"Wy!" The voice called him out of his efforts. Opening his eyes, Wyatt saw a bag only a few inches from his face. He gasped and batted it away. The bag landed on the ground and began to try and gnaw at his foot. Lifting his leg, Wyatt hopped around trying to get rid of it. He must have looked ridiculous, but both of his siblings were too busy fighting the crazy bags to notice and laugh at him.
Melinda thought of using her own magical abilities to get rid of the bags. She orbed them back into the van. The bags, unfortunately, were smart and began to swarm outside again. "Chris!" she yelled. "Help me!"
Chris looked up from the savage bag that was trying to tear at his face. He noticed Melinda beginning to orb the bags inside the car. His brows knitted in concentration, and then the bags attacking him began to fly away. Chris usually didn't like to use magic, since Wyatt could do everything he did a million times better, but this was a life and death situation. If he didn't use magic the bags would win!
With his telekinesis, Chris forced all the bags attacking the children into the van, and then made the door slam shut. For a moment, all three kids could breathe. They sighed in relief, until the car began to shake.
"They can't get out of there, can they?" Wyatt asked tremulously as the bags attacked the windows. One of them had discovered the steering wheel, and was beginning to honk frantically on the horn in protest to being locked up inside the car.
Chris winced. "I don't think so," he said. He didn't think the bags could escape, but by the way they were fighting against the sides of the car, he was beginning to doubt it.
Melinda's lower lip was beginning to tremble from the fright. "I want Mommy," she whimpered. Chris and Wyatt looked at her worriedly.
"Don't cry, Mel. The bags can't do anything to us anymore," Chris begged her. Although he was usually the one to tell his mother about what his older brother had done, he knew that Piper would be angry at her boys if her baby girl ran in, crying because she was scared.
Chris's words proved to be false, as a smarter bag found the lock-button and popped it open. The doors opened, and the bags began to rush out again. The siblings looked at each other before grouping around Wyatt, who erected his shield for lack of a better idea.
"What do we do now?" Wyatt asked as the bags tried to eat the blue force field.
At that moment, the front door flew open. Piper stood there in all her glory, and she raised her hands and instantly froze the scene. "What happened here?" she demanded as all the bags stopped moving. All three of her children looked guiltily at the ground, preferring to watch the grass rather than their mother's wrathful eyes.
"Using magic in public? Explain yourselves!" Piper was furious that her children had not only used magic for self-gain, but nearly exposed it to the entire neighborhood.
Wyatt felt his siblings' eyes on him, and he sighed. Lowering his shield, he stepped forward. "I did it, Mom. I wanted to take the bags inside the easy way."
Piper's stern look softened slightly as she saw the guilty eyes her son was presenting her with. Her younger children standing behind him looked equally penitent. How could she stay angry at her own children for long?
"You know better than to use magic for personal gain, Wyatt." Piper turned to the two who were standing behind him. "And you, Chris and Melinda, should have reminded your brother of that."
All three young heads nodded understandingly. "Now, what sort of spell did you use for this to happen, Wyatt?" Piper inquired. Wyatt merely looked down at his hands. Piper sighed. "When will you learn that you're not supposed to play with your power of projection?" she asked exasperatedly. Then, she murmured a quick spell. "I call the spirits hereto, and undo what my son did do." That was the go-to spell for whatever any of her children did nowadays. Piper had really gotten tired of it by now.
As soon as she unfroze the scene, the bags dropped to the ground. "Now, I want all three of you to pick up everything, ok? You are not allowed back inside until the front lawn looks exactly the way it did this morning!" The three heads nodded once more, and satisfied, Piper walked back into the house.
The three children wasted no time and began to pick up the groceries. Chris had just knelt next to a bag of chips when he heard a sound. "Psst," Wyatt was whispering. "Wanna orb everything inside?"
Chris and Melinda groaned.
(A/N) Hello guys! This little oneshot is a late Christmas present to Fanycharmed, who gave me the idea to write this in the first place! Thanks, Fanycharmed! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed it. This little series of oneshots has been received so well. I'm so happy! As usual, thanks to everyone to put this on their Faves and Alerts, and super special thanks to my reviewers: Kokoro E. Junnaya, Fanycharmed, SchwuppDiDupsi, and mclaughlin. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story, and I guess it will bring up the question about whether I take suggestions. I guess I do take suggestions about oneshots, but I will not promise that I will write about them. If it's really good, funny, cute, or inspiring, I definitely will write a oneshot about it! So feel free, I guess.
I hope you guys enjoyed this little oneshot. I had a lot of fun writing it. And, since it's coming in just a few days, Happy New Year! (early, but yeah) Have a great time, and hopefully the New Year will bring a lot of stuff you want and were waiting for! See you next year! ;) Bye!