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Another exit lay somewhere - one wide enough for his Crescent Moon Shard. Using his amazing deductive senses, Wario chose to turn left. Ashley might be in the kitchen, preparing food; but who ever went into a library? Not him.
Not until now. He carried his haul across the halls, darting between discarded pages for cover. That little pink nose practically smelled the magic and hexes floating off each page.
From time to time, though, his body froze entirely. Everything stopped. Not out of fear, or to hide from the odd humming that echoed from each corner of the mighty adobe. His legs would just refuse to move in the middle of a sprint; and he'd feel a finger stroking his broad shoulder or muscular arm. It'd only break once a page or dust bunny fluttered by him, making him swat it hysterically.
He shouted to one: "Shoo! You're ruining my silent getaway!"
Finally, Wario squeezed his waist under the door at the hall's end.
Within, the sight he saw caused him to freeze. He jumped into a mouse-hole for cover.
Right in the center of the room lay a worm-eaten wood table. Dragging his eyes up the chewed pillars revealed dark thighs, a ruby torso, and a yellow skull brooch. Ashley! Had she teleported there? Or was her stride simply that vast, with those black-socked legs? She stared intently at a book on the desk. More volumes piled up, teetering skyscrapers around her: "Hexes from the Awazon", Books 1-4; "Enchanted Masks Catalog", the 1876 edition; The Books of "Sweets", "Chocolate", "Ice Cream", and "The Void That Awaits Each of Us In The End"; and "Basic Algebra".
His blue irises shrunk. A faint murmur of moving dust passed him. From the biker helmet, his brain screamed to move; but his limbs felt an inhibiting pressure on every side, as if immense fingers were molding and kneading them.
He did naught but stare, jaw agape, at each complex twitch and flicker of the witch's flowing dress and hair, the silent wispy noises stroking his soul. It seemed as if she was holding a sort of toy, stretching it.
Among more desperate thoughts, such as HURRY UP, GET OUT! and RUN, DUMMY!, a question rushed into his miniaturized cranium: Since when has she played with dolls?... Or combed her hair?
Gazing blankly at the handheld item, Ashley lifted its left arm. The thief sensed a sharp squeeze on his own arm, which lifted instantly - dropping the Crescent Moon Shard from his clutches with a soft *ting*. She pulled the doll up to observe it - and Wario lifted into the air in perfect sync. As she dropped it on her chair, he fell flat on his gut, nearly ejecting his rotten soul and garlicky supper.
In that brief glance, he noticed the toy had a necklace made of thin hair from his mustache. "Urrrg... No way, she has one of those who-do dolls?" That was the best word he could manage for this construct that controlled his every movement and sensation.
Ashley rose to her legs, hovering above her creation. She looked to the distance, and spoke: "You can hear me. Come out with the shard." Her voice was perfectly flat, not even that loud, but made the mouse-hole-entrapped Wario shiver nonetheless. She turned back, lifting her dress in a curtsey. The monolithic rear eclipsed the effigy, resting flat. It faced up lifelessly to the vast expanse of midnight black leg wear snug around Ashley's taut cheeks.
No answer. The witch trainee clicked her tongue. "Don't say I didn't warn you." In a great transformation of sinews and muscles, her legs bent. The smooth, soft buttocks descended like a guillotine bearing judgement, with Wario struggling to decide whether to leap in and save it - and more importantly, himself.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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