Witches of Westbrook Unveil Cosmic Comedy - Mini Glitter Bombs for Hilarious Spells!

Witches of Westbrook Unveil Cosmic Comedy - Mini Glitter Bombs for Hilarious Spells! | The Immortal Gazette

The Immortal Gazette studio was filled with an electric mix of excitement and dry sarcasm—just the atmosphere Alice adored. She sat with a sharp grin on her face, twirling a strand of her auburn hair, clearly waiting for something—anything—to make her day a little more entertaining. Loki, lounging lazily across the room, had the look of someone who'd just been handed the script to a play he knew was about to go off the rails. And then there was Rumple, doing his best to suppress a very unimpressed expression as Alice continued her rapid-fire commentary.

“So, get this,” Alice began, leaning forward, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “The Witches of Westbrook have finally done it. They’ve unveiled their latest and most ridiculous spell yet: Mini Glitter Bombs.”

Loki raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Glitter bombs? What on earth—?”

Alice cut him off with a playful wave of her hand. “Oh, just wait. These aren’t just your average, run-of-the-mill glitter bombs. No, no. These are cosmic in nature. Galactic even.” She leaned in, a wicked grin crossing her face. “They’ve got stardust, interdimensional sparkles, and enough cosmic chaos to make a celestial god drop their crown.”

Rumple, his patience fraying, let out a deep sigh. “What on the moon is the point of this nonsense? Spells are supposed to be serious, not—” He gestured vaguely. “—sparkling confetti.”

Alice shot him a look. “Oh, Rumple, sweet thing, have you never felt the joy of causing pure chaos with something so simple? Sometimes, it’s not about the power of the spell, it’s about the fun. And the Witches of Westbrook? Well, they’ve discovered that glitter is dangerous magic.”

Loki laughed lightly. “Dangerous magic, you say?” He crossed his arms, clearly amused. “I suppose I could see that. I’ve accidentally triggered a glitter explosion before... it was wild.”

Alice leaned back, glancing at Loki with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “I’d pay to see that. Tell me, what happened?”

Loki gave a casual shrug, his lips curling into a charming grin. “A little too much stardust in the mix. Ended up covering half of the Red City in sparkles. They still haven’t gotten it all off the street signs.”

“See!” Alice exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “That’s what it’s all about. Sometimes it’s just about sending a sparkle-filled message to the universe and watching the mess unfold.”

Rumple, whose patience was clearly nearing the breaking point, muttered under his breath, “This is just absurd.”

Alice ignored him, shifting her focus back to the newest magical marvel. “So, here’s the thing. The Witches of Westbrook have decided to teach their young witches the art of disruption with these mini glitter bombs. They throw them—at everything—and the result is utter chaos: stars in the air, galaxies in motion, and the most delicious mess you can imagine.”

Loki’s smirk was growing. “They sound perfectly unhinged.”

Alice nodded solemnly, but her grin betrayed her. “Oh, they are. I’ve seen them work their magic in the streets of Westbrook. One flick of the wrist, and it’s like an explosion of cosmic nonsense in the sky. You’d think a black hole had decided to give everyone a show.”

Rumple, however, was clearly not amused. “This is why I can never get any serious work done around here. You all are too busy with your little cosmic distractions.”

Alice turned her head slowly, giving Rumple a sidelong glance. “Oh, Rumple. You are the distraction. You just can’t stand the idea that maybe—just maybe—these little glitter bombs are exactly what the world needs right now.”

“Oh please,” Rumple huffed. “They’ll be nothing but trouble. Watch.”

At this point, a report came in over the studio’s magical broadcast system. It was a message from one of the Witches of Westbrook themselves. The voice echoed with both pride and a little too much enthusiasm. “Attention, all witches in training! The Glitter Bombs are officially ready for use! Your first assignment: find the nearest stuffy, overly serious immortal—and send them a dose of pure, sparkling chaos.”

Alice grinned from ear to ear. “See? What did I tell you? Pure gold. And I think we all know who’s the perfect target for their first spell.” She turned her eyes to Rumple, who was now visibly twitching.

“Oh no,” Rumple said with a scowl. “Oh no, no, no.”

But it was too late. The Glitter Bombs were already on the move. And no one—not even the great and powerful Rumplestiltskin—could stop them from causing cosmic chaos.

Rumple sighed, muttering a curse under his breath. “I’m going to need a lot of cleaning supplies...”

Alice took another sip of tea, enjoying every second. “It’s like I always say—life’s too short to not throw glitter at the problems that really matter.”

Loki smirked. “Spoken like a true mastermind.”

“And you’re welcome, of course,” Alice said, raising her cup in a mock toast. “I’ve clearly brought balance to the universe.”

Rumple, now thoroughly defeated, slumped in his seat, while Alice and Loki shared a quiet laugh. As their eyes met, there was a brief, playful spark between them—one that neither of them was willing to acknowledge out loud, but it was there.

Alice tilted her head, her grin widening. “You know, Loki, you’d make such a charming chaos-bringer.”

Loki leaned back in his chair, his fingers absently smoothing a strand of his own hair. “Oh? And here I thought you preferred a little more... unpredictability.” He gave her a look, one that could have melted the very air between them.

“Oh, I do,” Alice said, her voice dropping into that soft, teasing tone she only used when she was in complete control. “But I’m starting to think... you’ve got a bit more up your sleeve than just chaos.”

Loki’s lips curled into a slow, almost lazy smile. “Maybe... I could be convinced to reveal a little more. If the right incentive presented itself.”

Alice’s eyes glinted. “Oh, I’m sure you could. But let’s not get too carried away, darling.” She gave him a wink, her voice playful yet full of danger. “We wouldn’t want to make things too interesting now, would we?”

Rumple, still slumped, let out a frustrated sigh. “This is insufferable...”

But Alice and Loki were too absorbed in their quiet, unspoken exchange to care. The Witches of Westbrook had once again succeeded in creating the kind of cosmic comedy that only they could. And for Alice and Loki, the show was just getting started.

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