Don't play with magic

People in TF stories need to stop playing around with weird old books.

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Alice ran frantically through the corridors of the strange realm that had once been her house. clutching the strange book in her arms.. The strange pink lights were slowly putting her eyes out of focus. Or maybe it was the tears.

It was probably the tears. She cried out in fear.

“Please god it can’t end this way! This can't be all my life was leading up to! Help please! Anyone!”

A cloud of purple smoke appeared before her. And there in its center was the witch. The monster that she was fleeing from. She wore the dress that had been Alice's husband once upon a time. She strode forward upon the shoes that had been Alice's two best friends. She didn't know where the rest of the outfit had come from, but it probably hadn’t been the mall.

The witch’s eyes sparkled and Alice was frozen in place. It was over. Nowhere to run. She walked forward and gently took the book from her hands. Burning it up with purple flames and smiling cruelly. Alice forced out a plea.

“Please, just let me go! I don't want to be an object!”

The witch smiled. Almost sympathetically.

“Alice, you summoned me here, did you not? What did you expect to happen?”

“I-I thought maybe you’d teach me magic? I don't know! I didn't expect it to work!”

“Now why on earth would I teach magic to somebody that doesn't even really believe in it? You summoned me from my home realm. You brought me here on a lark to show off to your friends, but I’m not some game for bored housewives. And you failed to show me the respect due to me. You humiliated me ordered me around and wasted my time and I don't appreciate it! So I’m keeping your little friends and I’m taking over this house. I could use a vacation home. And there's worse places than this ugly little realm I suppose. Now then what to do with you? Give me one reason not to do to you what I did to the others.”

“Wait please! Maybe you don't need an apprentice, but I could be your maid! This used to be my home after all! I’ll clean and cook and whatever you need! Please just keep me human!”

“Hmmm I have little use for a maid, but you're right, this was your house. I think it's only fitting you become part of it.”

The witch blew a kiss at Alice, and a tendril of purple smoke lazily snaked its way around her. She could only say one thing only one work could leave her lips

“no”

Then she was gone. Trapped eternally as a stool. The witch threw her head back and laughed.

“Mortals always make the best furniture! I think I’ll go collect some more! Let this be a lesson, don’t play with magic. I hope you weren't too attached to your neighborhood.”

There was another fingersnap. Dozens of people in the surrounding area found themselves transported into the witches new vacation home. She patted the new stool and then turned to hunt them all down. Laughing all the while. Alice wanted to weep, but she had no eyes.