Chapter 32 – Madness vs Madness
After wondering about the hotel, trying to find Hazel, G eventually decided that if his plan was going to go down smoothly then he would need to bring the witch to him. Thus it was decided that he would go back to the ballroom and cry out for her, given the way she was it shouldn't be too hard to get her attention. Standing upon the stage, G then put a finger and thumb to his mouth and let out a loud, shrilling whistle, and as he expected, like a dog instantly running to his owner the cloud of smoke Hazel had become blasted its way into the ballroom and solidified itself into her human form. At this point in time G tried his best to not stare at her, granted her luscious appearance may have caught him off-guard before but he had a mission to complete, and despite his obvious blush he was willing to carry it out.
"So… Hazel eh? As in witch-hazel?" he said, trying to grab the witch's attention through his usual witty small talk. "Have to say that's very clever, I'm surprised I didn't catch on sooner."
However, while in most cases that sort of talk would come naturally for the Living Genre, given the way Hazel was staring at him it somehow felt a little forced, which in all honesty was actually the case, no matter how much he tried to deny it, this witch certainly was attractive. What made it worse was said witch's response to that remark.
"Are you flirting with me?" she asked playfully, giving him a smile and a small wink.
Needless to say this caught G off guard, however despite his blush turning even redder, he still tried to regain his composure.
"I could ask you the same question," he retorted. "Cause as far as I can tell, I'm not the one dressed in a skimpy outfit."
But despite an obvious attempt to insult her, Hazel merely giggled at G's retort and decided to counter with one of her own.
"It's working well enough on you though isn't it?" she giggled, once again catching G off-guard.
"E… excuse me?" G stuttered in response, causing Hazel to laugh even harder.
"Aw, that's so cute!" she squealed in delight, like a giddy little schoolgirl. "You don't even realise it yet. I mean look, your heart's beating so fast, you're so flustered.
It was then that the witch pointed towards the glowing pink heart in G's chest, and as much as he loved romances, his themed organ was beginning to get on his nerves since it was clearly proving Hazel right. Despite trying to remain composed, G's heart was thumping so quickly and so loudly, that every loud pump was being echoed throughout the ballroom, and it was this uncontrolled motion that was seriously making G doubt his ability to remain stoic.
"I am not!" he said defensively, before looking down at his heart. "Stop that!"
And that's just what his heart did… a little too well. G may have had uncontrollable body movement like anyone else, but unlike most people he could make any part of his body do whatever he wanted, and right now, he wanted his heart to stop beating so violently… unfortunately he wasn't specific enough and his heart stopped completely, leaving only the sound of a flatline to emanate from his chest. Needless to say, G wasn't too thrilled about that specific detail.
"GAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! That's not what I meant!" he screamed terrifyingly, rapidly pounding his fist into his chest. "You stupid heart! Do your job, dammit!"
After about a minute g finally was able to get his heart going again, however the damage had already been done and his composure was completely thrown out the window. Witnessing this display from the dancefloor, Hazel's giggles soon turned into a fit of maniacal laughter, for she had never seen anyone as crazy as this in her life.
"By god, you're hilarious!" she cackled. "I gotta tell you, it so hard to find a man who's worthy of my time, especially around these parts. YOU on the other hand, perhaps we can forget this whole little hotel scheme and you can be my new boy toy, eh?"
However despite his liking for "bad girls", G didn't like that idea one bit, in fact the very notion reminded him all too well of the idea of a certain water-wielding stalker he gladly left back in Middle-Earth.
"Sweet Celestia, why are all the gorgeous ones completely crazy!?" he muttered to himself, unaware that Hazel was now suddenly only a foot away from him.
"Crazy about YOU maybe," she retorted playfully, causing G to jump at her sudden appearance next to him. "So how about we get down to business shall we?"
Hazel then tried to make a grab for G, however he was NOT in the mood for games at the moment, especially when his friend's lives were at stake, particularly the few that were still hiding in the kitchen pantry.
"You're really not gonna take this seriously are you?" he growled, taking a defensive stance.
"Ooh, a tough guy huh?" Hazel commented, slightly more amused by the Living Genre's determination.
Suddenly an idea formed in Hazel's head, one of which she knew would be fun for her, and undoubtedly a challenge for her new adversary.
"I tell you what," he said, a sly grin etching its way across her face. "How about we play a little game? You win and I turn all the big boys back into pipsqueaks and I'll tell you where the Strawhat boy is, if win then you'll be my little plaything forever."
It wasn't a wager G would even consider taking unless the odds were more in his favour, but given the circumstances he may not have a choice, given how powerful Hazel clearly was then playing by her rules might be the others' only chance. Finally he sighed in defeat.
"You are one twisted lady," he commented, causing hazel to once again giggle.
"Aw, thank you," she said, batting her eyelashes as though she had never been more flattered to hear such a statement.
However if G was going to take on such a task, then he would have to make sure the odds WERE in his favour, so he made sure to choose his next words carefully.
"Alright," he said once again catching Hazel's full attention. "You named the terms, so I get to name the game."
Hazel's smile couldn't help but widen at that.
"Ooh, I like a man who takes charge," she said seductively. "What do you have in mind, sweetie?"
At those words G couldn't help but cringe, now the situation was now becoming VERY familiar, and not in the form he liked.
"Oh great, another Ranamon," he muttered, making sure he wasn't heard this time before clearing his thought and looking Hazel directly in the eye. "Alright, here's the challenge… A transformation duel, a contest that tests magic users' ability to change into different things in an attempt to best each other in combat. I figured since transformation was clearly your forte, I venture a guess that you'd be interested."
As she listened to G's proposal, Hazel's curiosity peaked exceedingly, after all, in all her life no person has ever suggested such a contest to her. Perhaps this would be more fun that she expected.
"You would be correct big boy," she said, practically giving her answer. "So... anything goes?"
G had to admit it certainly was a nice try on Hazel's part, if anything DID go in this little challenge then she would probably turn the whole hotel into a monster or something, so for once in his life G needed to be strict with the rules in hopes of keeping whatever restrictions he can place on the witch.
"Rule1: No Mineral or Vegetable," he said sternly, this time catching Hazel off-guard. "ONLY animal."
Hazel couldn't help but pout at that.
"Spoilsport," she commented.
"Rule 2: No Mythological creatures like dragons and stuff," G continued, his serious tone unyielding. "Rule 3: NO disappearing."
It may not have been fair in Hazel's opinion, however she did agree to the challenge and if there was one thing she liked it was a challenge, so she decided to indulge G for now.
"Rule 4: No kissing," she mocked, regaining her playful attitude as she pinched G's cheek as if he few an infant.
Needless to say G's blush instantly returned upon hearing that, however playful mocking aside, G knew instantly that Hazel was being somewhat sincere with her understanding.
"So… we are in agreement?" he asked, wanting a vocal answer from the witch.
Once again Hazel's grin widened.
"I think this little game should be fun all by itself," she answered. "So I promise you I won't break your rules."
It wasn't much of an answer, in fact G wouldn't put it past the witch to have her fingers crossed behind her back, however G had no choice but to go by her word… at least for now.
"I'll hold you to that." he replied, narrowing his eyes.
At those words, Hazell then twiddled her thumbs extendedly and spoke again.
"Then let the game begin…"
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Meanwhile the rest of the group who weren't hiding in the kitchen pantry had already made their way onto the first floor, it may have been severely dark due to the power outage but G was at the least kind enough to leave behind a few torches before he left to begin his battle with Hazel. At first things were going well as the group huddled together, but in order to make the search for Luffy go much quicker for both themselves and Goggles, they knew that this was where some of them would have to break off from the others.
"Alright I'll take this floor," Ruby said, surprising the others. "You guys keep going up."
"You sure you can handle it on your own?" Franky asked with a concerned tone, still unhappy that she came to such a decision.
However as much as she would have appreciated the company Ruby felt that she need to prove her capabilities by doing this floor alone, after all even if all the puppets attacked at once she had plenty of experience handling multiple opponents. She may have been out of her game for the last couple of weeks but now with Crescent Rose back in her hand and her confidence restored, she was more than ready to take on whatever comes her way.
"I'll be fine," she said reassuringly. "See you guys on the other side."
Seeing that the girl had made up her mind, the other merely nodded their heads and let her do what she needed to.
"Be careful Ruby," Jenny said, giving her friend a slight smile.
Giving her a smile in return, Ruby then turned away from the rest of the group and proceeded to explore the first floor, leaving everyone else to continue up the stairs. As she opened up every door to each room, Ruby's guard was kept completely up, her senses sharpened to pick up even the slightest creak in the floor as he held onto her scythe tightly, ready to unleash it on whatever comes her way. After a short while, she was in the middle of search the sixth room she came across and once gain she found nothing aside from a few dusty sheets covering up whatever furniture was left inside, however after exiting, that was when she heard it… the screeching. Turning her head down the corridor, Ruby pointed her torch at the source of the noise. About twenty feet down the hallway from where she was standing, scratching the walls with his hook and knife and he edged his way towards her, was Blade. His black, eyeless sockets fixing their gaze upon Ruby as two spikey bullets popped out of them to make the puppet look even more intimidating. At first all Ruby wanted to do was drop her scythe and run, the fear of this gigantic puppet walking towards her making her legs tremble with terror, however with a shake of her head she tried to regain her senses, after all she faced tougher opponents than this guy, right? With her silver eyes narrowing into a glare, Ruby soon found the courage she had been lacking for the past two weeks.
"You have no idea how long I've been wanting a crack at Slappy," she growled, unsheathing her scythe into its full size and glory. "And you sir, are NOT gonna stand in my way!"
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Up on the third floor, Jenny wasn't having any better luck than Ruby was, after leaving more members of the search party on the second floor, the teenage robot quickly speed up the stairs and started kicking down doors. Though in all honesty, she would have preferred using a different method of finding Luffy.
"Ugh! Stupid X-ray vision!" she complained, banging her head to see it she could jumpstart her damaged systems. "If it had been working properly then I would have found Luffy by now!"
However nothing seemed to be working, granted a good number of her weapons still worked but she was still going to need some major repairs if she was going to function at full capacity. Suddenly, she heard something whilst walking down yet another hallway.
"Wait a second," she said, wondering if what her auditory system was picking up was accurate. "Is that… a drill?"
But Jenny didn't have to wait long to find out, because all of a sudden, the said drill came bursting through a nearby door, shattering it into splinters and aiming it's directly at jenny, thankfully her reflexes were quick enough to actually attempt to put a stop to the drill before it hit her vital components. However even as her hands grabbed onto the drill it continued to spin and the robot's palms were soon starting to burn away from the speed and sharpness of the giant tool, not only that but the sheer force also pushed her across the hall and through the wall of the next room. After taking a moment to regain her senses, Jenny soon discovered the culprit of her attack, walking through the dust and into the room as Jenny forced herself to stand, was a certain enlarged soldier puppets with black, soulless eyes and a large drill protruding out of his head, looking directly at her with an expressionless face.
"You must be Tunneler, right?" Jenny asked, dusting herself off and receiving no answer from the puppet. "Well I'm sorry to tell you that I don't have time to screw around, I've got a friend waiting for me!"
However Jenny was again received no answer from the puppet, only a low growl and the swirling vroom of his drill, whatever voice he had during Hazel's little dance number was long gone. But one thing certainly was clear at the very least, this Puppet was NOT going to back down and it was up to Jenny to put him down.
"Alright then, fine!" she snapped, shifting her left hand into a drill similar to Tunneler's. "You wanna have a fight, then let's fight!"
At those words, both fighters charged at each other and their drilled collided, causing several sparks to erupted from the serrated metals, granted it would have been easier to simply use one of her guns but Jenny also knew that any powerful stray shot could either bring down whatever was keeping this rickety hotel standing and/or accidently blast through any part of the room and hit anyone of her friends on the other floors. So she will have to make do with this method for now
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Back downstairs, one of these said friends was standing in the centre of the ballroom's dancefloor, standing but a few feet in front of him was his opponent, the Witch Hazel, her cheerful smile never wavering as G looked back at her with a confident glare, all the while trying desperately not to look before her neckline. Why did that outfit had to be so damn revealing!?
"You ready?" Hazel asked, eager to get their little contest underway.
After taking a moment and a deep breath, g prepared himself for what was to come.
"Ladies first," he declared, much to Hazel's enjoyments.
"Ooh Goodie!" she squealed, suddenly disappearing into a puss of pink smoke, leaving nothing but her pointy hat, the silver skull at its tip echoing her laughter.
Upon seeing this, G couldn't help but smack his forehead in annoyance, he may have expected the witch to break the rules but even he had enough benefit of the doubt to believe that she would at least wait a little while before doing so. But nope, but goes around breaking Rule: 3 without any regard.
"Hey!" he snapped, stomping towards her hat and picking it up. "I said NO disappearing!"
However while G may have believed that he was merely speaking into thin air, little did he know at the time that Hazel did in fact NOT disappear, something that he would soon come to realise as he heard the faint sound of hissing from behind him.
"Who sssaid I did?" Hazel's voice asked through the hissing, causing G to quiver with terror.
"WOAH!" he ylped, narrowly jumping out of the way in time was a set of fanged teeth snapped at him from behind, thus allowing him to see what Hazel had become. "A Giant Cobra!?"
Indeed it was a cobra, a BIG cobra, about fifteen feet long, donning purple scales and a pair of reptilian eye with a colour that matched Hazel's original ones. "As it turned out Hazel's little smoke trick was simply a ploy to get G to lower his guard, while she may not have disappeared as per the rules of the game, she did in fact hide under her hat and slithered away while G turned his back for just a moment to scream into the air. Needless to say, G was taken aback by the whole charade, it certainly wasn't a good start for him.
"I thought I'd ssstart with something ssslipery," Hazel said, playfully sticking her forked tongue at him.
It was then that G's eye began to twitch with fury, there was no way that he was going to let this witch get the better of him at his own talent.
"Oh yeah?" he said smugly. "Well you may be good, but I'm better!"
At those words, G then spun around like twister, within a matter of seconds he had morphed into a furry, slender creature with a busy tail and sharp canines, more commonly known as a mongoose, the cobra's natural enemy. But while G tried to look intimidating, Hazel couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, or whatever she had in place of one given her current scaly form.
"Uh… what's with the bony paw?" she asked curiously.
Hearing this, G them looked at his forepaws and groaned, had he bothered to transform at any given point since coming to this new realm, then he would have realised that it was a horror-themed story since it was his bony hand seeping through his disguise this time, of course this certainly would explain how Slappy was able to acquire the puppets for his little army. But regardless of this, he still had to keep his head in the game so he decided to brush off any explanations for now.
"Small side effect," he replied quickly. "Just ignore it."
Deciding that this little display was of no real importance, Hazel easily decided to do so.
"Pft, whatever honey!" she stated casually, before suddenly snapping her jaws at G again.
At that moment, the true battle commenced, with Hazel using her serpentine body to weave across the floor, snapping at G with full force, G countered by scurrying in hi Mongoose body and attempted to take several bites of his own. However all that G had managed to accomplish was a few small scratches with his claws, thankfully Hazel wasn't doing so well either, even if she did managed to land a bite on G, then his body's natural immunity to snake venom would allow him to simply shrug it off. Finally deciding to change tactics, Hazel then coiled her body like a spring and jumped into the air, the scales of her body shedding like a sock before a pair of wings erupted from her mouth, within seconds hazel had then turned herself into a large Snowy Owl and dive-bombed directly towards G.
"Bombs away!" she screeched, her voice now scratchy with a heavy squawk.
Narrowly dodging Hazel's claws as he dove under a nearby tablecloth, G couldn't help but feel impressed.
"Oh, taking to the air now are we?" he said, before emerging from the tablecloth as a giant Vampire bat, his left wing all skeletal with only a thin layer of purple sin between the fingers. "Well TWO can play at this game!"
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Meanwhile on the second flaw, the new assortment of noises erupting from the other floors were now beginning to reach the ears of another section of the group, this one consisting of Uncle Chan and the Dazzlings, of course the sirens would have preferred a different arrangement but they lost the drawing of the straws. Leading the group was Uncle, who kept his blowfish in front of him like a shield while Aria walked next to him with a flashlight in hand, it was clear that all of them were scared even if it was only a little bit, however the one who was the most scared was Sonata.
"What was that!?" she whimpered, once again hearing one of the noise coming from upstairs and causing everyone else to groan in annoyance.
"For the last time Sonata, we don't KNOW!" Adagio snapped, her temper quickly beginning to boil over as she and the others entered another room. "We didn't know what it was ten minutes agaon, and we're not going to know ten minutes from now, so for the last time, shut up!"
However even though she believed Sonata was in the wrong here, Adagio was till the one you received another one of Uncle's-two fingered strikes to the forehead.
"OW!" Adagio yelped, rubbing her head.
"Will the girl just relax!?" Uncle snapped in response, getting up in the Dazzling's face. "As long as Uncle has Blowfish with him then we are safe."
However it would seem that irony had a sense of cruel humour at that moment, because the second Uncle had finished his sentence, yet another loud bang shook the floor upstairs and Sonata's nerves went into a frenzy. Think that it was probably Slappy coming to attack them, the youngest Dazzling did the only thing she could think of, which wasn't exactly her strongest point.
"Take that, you wooden spawn of Hades!" she screamed, snatching the blowfish out of Uncle's hand and throwing it… directly out of the open window.
As the said window slammed itself shut as if by magic, it was easy to tell that it was only open for the very reason to get rid of the thrown weapon, no doubt another feature of Hazel's spell since it was clearly full of cruel humour. Upon seeing his treasured, only just recently returned magical item get thrown out of the window, now it was Uncle's turn to lose his head.
"AIIEE-YAAAAHH!" he screamed, quickly rushing towards the window in an attempt to smash it open.
But no matter how hard he tried Uncle couldn't even make a crack in the glass as per the spell, of course even if the old man was distracted, Sonata still received a few angry glares from her sisters.
"It's like I always say, Sonata, you're the worst!" Aria snapped, causing Sonata to scowl in response.
"All of you calm down!" Adagio yelled, grabbing everyone's attention as she rubbed her temples in aggravation. "Look, all we can handle ourselves, all we really need is the torch anyway."
But once again another loud bang erupted from the ceiling and Sonata repeated her last mistake.
"DIE DEVIL DOLL!" she screamed, now snatching the torch from Aria's hand and throwing it towards the wall, completely shattering the lenses and blanketing the room in total darkness.
Needless to say, Adagio was instantly regretting her last sentence.
"I take it back," she said angrily "You ARE the worst Sonata!"
At this point in time, Adagio had the right mind to reach over towards her sister and strangle the life out of her. But that thought was soon kicked out of her head as the door slammed shut, trapping everyone inside the room.
"Uh… girls?" Sonata whimpered, not knowing what else to say.
Suddenly both Uncle and the Dazzlings heard something else, only this time it wasn't a loud bang, but instead a sinister cackle. Turning their heads, towards the source of the laughter, the group was soon horrified to discover just who was in the room with them, there, sitting in the corner with only a single candle that sat on the small table next to his armchair, was the large wooden form of Jester, his gaze fixated upon the trio of Dazzlings as he began to rise from the armchair. As he walked, the three sections of Jester's face suddenly began to rotate like the blade of a blender and all of a sudden, his frozen, cheerful smile was suddenly replaced with a an evil glare, nobody knew how he did it but it was quite clear that Jester was the only one of the puppets who can actually change his facial expression using this method. Suddenly it wasn't the face everyone found themselves looking at, but rather the large mace that Jester had pulled from behind his back, making the situation even direr.
"I sure hope G and Goggles are having better luck than we are," Aria gulped.
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Speaking of Goggles, the said Gizmonk wasn't having any luck in the slightest, be it good or bad. Upon deciding to continue his search by using the ventilation system like the puppets did earlier, he believed that it would be not only a stealthier way of getting around the hotel but possibly a faster way of finding Luffy, however so far he found nothing. As he wondered about the metal corridors of the vent, his only source of light being the orb at the end of his tail, Goggles' mind remained unaltered of what he must do, it didn't take a genius to realise why G wanted him to go alone in his search, knowing that the others are probably putting their lives on the line at this very moment only added to the urgency of his task.
"Alright," he said, desperately trying to figure out his new searching method. "If I were a psychotic Dummy, where would I hide a hostage?"
Suddenly, as if acting on cue to Goggles' words, the Gizmonk heard a faint cackle coming from one of the openings above him, given that he hadn't heard that particular laugh from any of the puppets he had encountered, Goggles soon came to the realisation that it could possibly be coming from the head honcho himself. Giving a small smile, Goggles then climbed up the new vent and proceeded to make his way up towards the source of the laughter, it may have been faint but he believed that he could pinpoint its general origin. After finding the level he wanted, Goggles then began walking along the nearest available horizontal vent, however even as he got closer and closer towards the laughter, the Gizmonk couldn't help but feel that something was a little… off. Suddenly Goggles' fears were soon realised as he came towards a T-junction in the vent, emerging from around the right turn, his red eyes burning as hot as his flames, was Torch.
"Aw Scrap-bunnies!" Goggles squealed, he had almost forgotten that three of the puppets were still small enough to fit in the vents with him.
Then as fast as his legs could carry him, all Goggles could do was run away from the blazing trail of fire that Torch had erupted from his flamethrower, screaming his head off while he desperately tried to avoid getting burnt alive.
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However while that scream echoed throughout the entire ventilation system, that was naught but whisper compared to the vast mayhem that was going on downstairs. As it turned out, G's Transformation Battle between Hazel had now spiralled out of control and has thus been moved out of the ballroom and throughout the rest of the ground floor, after a series of transformations and heated fights, the entire floor looked like a complete bombsite. So far the two had changed into birds, bats, rhinos, gorillas, just to name a few, at this point in time Hazel was in the form of a white mouse, a form she took whilst trying to scurry all over G's body while he was in the form of a warthog in order to take nips out of his skin, however G then countered by turning into an Emperor Scorpion and was now attempted to deliver powerful pinches at her with his bone-like left claw.
"Damn it, stand still!" he snapped, once again missing as Hazel soon giggled and scurried into a hole in the wall.
It was at that point that G and Hazel basically ended up playing whack-a-mole as she poked her head out of the hole every now and then just to blow raspberries at him while he tried to strike her with his tail, only to miss every single time. However G was seriously starting to get irritated at this point, with every minute he wasted here, the stronger the chance that his friends were in serious danger upstairs, he needed to finish this quickly, so readying his tail once again, he prepared his final strike against Hazel, who would inevitably come out of the hole. However instead, without even realising what he tried to hit, G's struck a curved form of solid bone, causing him to vibrate in his shell, within a matter of seconds, Hazel suddenly burst out of the wall… in the form of a large, purple-scaled Velociraptor.
"Hey, wait a minute!" G gasped upon regaining his senses, surely there was something illegal about this, right? "I said…"
"Did you say no DINOSAURS?" Hazel interrupted, quickly contradicting G's attempted lecture. "Well, did you?"
As much as he hated to admit it, Hazel DID have a point, he did say that they could only use animals as transformations, and the only exception were Mythological creatures, and a Velociraptor seemed to fit in with both those rules exactly. But G didn't have time to think about that now, he was a little too busy scurrying away, hoping to avoid Hazel's new powerful jaws. After about a few minutes of chasing, the situation soon turned into a game of cat-and-mouse, as G hid in the Dining room under a pile of rubble, all the while Hazel tried to sniff him out with her new nose. And as much as G would love to have stayed in that situation, he knew that his hiding place wouldn't last long, he needed a trump card and he needed it NOW.
"Okay come on G, think!" he muttered to himself frantically. "You're a smart guy, just ask yourself, what can possibly defeat a witch?"
Suddenly it hit him, the perfect transformation he could use to defeat Hazel, if violence wasn't going to work then he would have to use yet another one of his natural talents… charm.
Before long, while continuing her search for G, Hazel then noticed a small shimmer of light from the corner of her eye, readying herself to bite down hard on whatever new form G had turned himself into Hazel then turned to face her new opponent… only to come face to face with something she would never have expected.
"Why hello Miss," G purred with a sly grin, his new form making that way of describing it quite literal.
As it turned out, G's chosen form was that of a small black cat, he may have had a skeletal left foreleg but none the less he was a cat, black silky fur, a purr in his voice, the whole shebang. If anyone else had been witnessing this fight then they would have been instantly confused as to why G chose this particular form, however G knew from experience that most witches of Hazel's nature could never resist a cat, in fact they simply adore them, so much so that they would NEVER be able to harm them in any way, thus allowing G to gain the upper hand and win the fight. It may have been a gamble but G was absolutely sure that it was a gamble he could win in an instant.
"Kitty?" Hazel muttered, before turning back into her human form with a puff of pink smoke. "KITTY!"
Oh G's plan worked alright… in fact it worked all too well. Before the living Genre even had a chance to blink, the witch then snatched him up in her arms and started snuggling him like he was her own little baby, and while the pervert inside G was positively blissful that he was now extremely close to Hazel's breasts, he also had to consider that fact that the woman was basically suffocating him.
"No, wait!" he pleaded, desperately trying to break free of Hazel's grip. "Let's talk this over!"
However Hazel only laughed at that.
"Too late, you're mine now!" she said, suddenly pulling a collar out of his pocket and snapping it around G's neck like he was her pet. "Aw, you're such a cute widdle thing!"
At this point G was seriously starting to get angry as Hazel nuzzled his cheek against her own, perhaps now would be a good time to change into something a little larger and continue the fight… but no matter how much he tried, he couldn't. Every time G tried to change into something else, even his own original form, nothing happened and he still remained as a small black cat. It was then that he realised what happened, the collar Hazel had placed on him was somehow blocking his powers, granted he may have been powerful but given what he witness with Hazel's magic then there was a strong chance that she was somewhat on the same level. Seeing that he was now helpless and Hazel was the one holding him like a trophy, G then came to the horrifying conclusion, he had lost. Foiled by his own assumptions and thus his own mistake in allowing Hazel to put the collar on him, G had failed in his task, something which he instantly began to go insane over as he and Hazel disappeared into a puff of smoke.
"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!"
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Author's Notes:
The Character Nyx belongs to Pen Stroke / :iconPenstrokepony:
The Character Laura belongs to :icontwokinds:
The Characters Chi and Mimi belong to :iconbleedman:
The Character Ruby Rose belongs to Rooster Teeth
For the Image of G: art/The-Living-Genre-563434744
For the Image of Witch Hazel: art/Character-Reboot-Witch-Hazel-585406440
