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“Ey uhh.. Dusekkar, are you sure this spell is safe?”
Chance looks worried as he stands in the middle of a clearing in the forest. It was pure luck they had found it in… thirty-ish minutes?
Dusekkar sighed, “You were the one begging to be entertained, I am merely satiating that in a way where I also gain.” He glanced up from the book he had found in the smaller cabin. “Even if you feel unsafe, there are many failsafes put into place. Even if pain was to befall, for not long would you be under a thrall.”
“Okay, Dude! Then let’s get this party started!” Chance launched his fist into the air as they said that, letting out a cheer.
Dusekkar had gripped his staff with both hands. “Alright, let me start to divine. If naught goes well, do not lament and dwell.” Dusekkar strikes his staff into the ground, and chants,
“From wicked ways to pillowing stuff, tightly guarded ways to unconditional love. Cease all motion, you needn’t shush, I turn thee.. to Marketable Plush!”
Light blue glowed in the clearing, pouring from the staff to surround them both. The breeze turns into gales from a storm. The faint rustle of the trees now overpowering from the sheer weight. As he finishes chanting a smoke settles, covering the floor like fog and sticking to Chance like glitter.
…
“Dusekkar? Did you do it- AAAAUUUUGHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHH” Chance’s legs buckle and give up, they curl in on themself self as they scream. The magic dust starts glowing brightly, enough so that even Dusekkar has to shield his eyes.
As the screaming dies down do gasps and coughs, Dusekkar approaches where chance was supposed to be. “Chance? This joke is not funny. It’s surprising that you run as fast as a bunny.”
“-ow- —-e” What? Did a fly survive my flame?
“Do— h-re!” Dusekkar kicked something, and only noticed as it rolled..
“ow! -ud-! Down here!” It was coming from whatever he kicked, he picked it up and saw..
“Dusekkar! Finally! That thing you did hurt like an entanglement, I could barely feel my body! Zero out of ten! But uhh, quick question. Why am I so small?”
In Dusekkar’s hand, he gripped a small, soft, and comical version of chance. Huh.
“Chance, I fear the spell didn’t have a metaphorical touch, for you have become a.. marketable plush.”
Seconds passed.
“What.”