Witchy Cauldron Explosion Covers Westbrook in Sticky, Magical Marshmallow Goo! | The Immortal Gazette
The Immortal Gazette newsroom was buzzing, and for good reason. Alice was already perched on her favorite chair, legs casually crossed, a devil-may-care attitude on full display. Loki was leaning back, hands behind his head, as usual, and Rumple was—well, Rumple was fuming.
“I never thought I'd see the day where marshmallow goo would cause this much trouble,” Rumple muttered under his breath, glaring at the headline. “This is absurd. Absolutely absurd.”
Alice raised an eyebrow, her usual wicked grin curling into place. “Oh, come now, Rumple. It’s not every day you get to see an entire town coated in sticky, magical marshmallow goo. It’s unusual, but I wouldn’t call it absurd. I mean, delicious maybe, but not absurd.”
Loki snorted with laughter. “Oh, I don’t know. I can think of worse things to be coated in. Marshmallow goo could be worse—like, say, enchanted jellies that make you dance uncontrollably. At least the marshmallow goo doesn’t come with... side effects.”
“Please,” Rumple groaned, rubbing his temple. “I’m trying to take this seriously. Witchy cauldron explosions don’t usually result in something sweet. It’s like they took a harmless potion and mixed in chaos for flavor. How does that even happen? How do you accidentally create marshmallow goo from a simple cauldron mishap?”
“Ah,” Alice said, taking a slow, deliberate sip from her tea, “it’s the witches of Westbrook, Rumple. Who knows what they’ve been stirring in their cauldrons lately. It’s probably a blend of too much curiosity and a touch of magical butterfingers.” She sighed dramatically. “No one ever thinks to read the recipe carefully when there’s chaos magic involved.”
“You mean no one cares to read the recipe,” Loki added, casually sliding a hand through his auburn hair. “As much as I love a good disaster, I’m almost impressed that they managed to make something as harmless as marshmallow goo—magical marshmallow goo, mind you—that spreads across a whole town.”
Rumple narrowed his eyes. “It’s not harmless. Not in the slightest. That marshmallow goo isn’t just sweet. No, this goo has a charm embedded in it. It’s sticky enough to trap people in place, making them immobile until it dissolves. And, of course, the more people try to escape it, the stickier it gets. It’s like... a magical quicksand, only... gooey.”
“Ah, the best kind of sticky,” Alice said, not at all bothered. “I’d call it a good problem to have. I mean, a whole town covered in goo is just the start of a proper adventure, don’t you think?”
Rumple shot her a pointed look. “Do you think it’s funny?”
Alice shrugged, unfazed. “Oh, I think it’s hilarious. What’s better than seeing Westbrook’s witches trapped in a sea of marshmallow goo, trying to wriggle their way out, all while everyone else watches? Now, that’s good entertainment.”
Loki leaned forward, clearly amused. “Isn’t there something... poetic about it, though? The witches are always so self-assured, so untouchable. But throw in a little sticky mess, and suddenly, they’re helpless. It’s almost... fitting.”
“Fitting?” Rumple barked. “Fitting? The witches of Westbrook have ruined the entire market square. They’ve trapped the bakery, the town’s magic fountain, and half of the enchanted chickens! No one’s going to want to buy enchanted eggs now—those chickens are covered in goo.”
“Not to mention,” Alice interjected, leaning in with a glint of mischief in her eyes, “I hear they’re impossible to clean. A little dash of enchanted marshmallow goo and—poof! There goes your afternoon. Every witch in Westbrook is likely cursing right now, and I’m just waiting for one of them to come up with a spell to make it all go away.”
“Well, they’re going to need more than a spell,” Loki said dryly. “Something tells me this goo’s charm will only dissolve when it feels like it. And I highly doubt it’ll be an easy fix. How do you unstick an entire town?”
Alice sighed dramatically. “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that marshmallow goo always comes with an expiration date—as long as you don’t try to force it. They’ll have to wait it out, perhaps with a few cups of enchanted cocoa to help them pass the time. Or,” she grinned wickedly, “they could always embrace the goo. A little marshmallow never hurt anyone... unless you’re allergic.”
“Please don’t tell me you’re going to go help them,” Rumple said, his voice a mixture of frustration and resignation. “You’re not going to show up at the market with you—a giant marshmallow—walking around, are you?”
“Rumple,” Alice said sweetly, her eyes twinkling with sarcasm, “I’ve never been one for such subtlety. But imagine the chaos if I did. Besides, it’s only a matter of time before I decide to try licking the goo. It could be delicious. You never know until you try.”
Loki smirked. “You are one strange individual, Alice.”
She winked at him. “You know it, darling.”
As the three of them continued to bicker, the wind picked up again, this time carrying the faint scent of marshmallow into the room. And in that moment, it was clear—Westbrook had its hands full with a sticky situation. The witches would have to figure out how to undo their mistake, and while they were busy, it was anyone’s guess how much more chaos would unfold from this magical marshmallow mess.
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