꧁༺🦋 The Butterfly Effect ~ MALLORY

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11/25/2023 11:41 PM 

MALLORY - Magical Mischief


In the eerily quiet halls of Outpost 3, where the air was thick with tension, strange occurrences began to unfold. Objects levitated without warning, brooms swept the floors on their own accord, and chairs slid across the room as if possessed by mischievous spirits. Little did anyone know, the source of this magical chaos was none other than Mallory, the seemingly innocent and oblivious survivor.

Michael, the enigmatic figure with a penchant for mystery and dark arts, couldn't help but notice the peculiar events unfolding around him. Intrigued and secretly amused, he decided to embark on a quest to unravel the mystery, all while maintaining an air of nonchalance. His devilish grin hid the fact that he, himself, was the antichrist with a flair for the magical.

Mallory, blissfully unaware of her newfound powers, continued about her daily routines, oblivious to the levitating objects and enchanted brooms that followed her every move. Michael, donned in black, watched her from the shadows, plotting how to approach this magical conundrum without revealing his true identity.

One day, as Mallory sipped on a cup of surprisingly well-brewed post-apocalyptic coffee, Michael decided to make his move. Casually strolling into the room, he feigned innocence and struck up a conversation about the peculiar happenings.

"Have you noticed anything... unusual around here lately?" Michael inquired, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

Mallory furrowed her brow, glancing around the room at the levitating cups and dancing cutlery. "Unusual? No, not really. Just the usual post-apocalyptic weirdness."

Michael chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Mallory's spine. "You know, Mallory, sometimes people discover hidden talents in times like these. Magical talents."

Mallory's eyes widened, and she nervously glanced at the floating objects. "Magic? No way! That's... that's not possible."

Michael leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But what if I told you that you're the cause of all this? You, Mallory, are a witch."

Mallory gasped, her hand clutching her cup of coffee. "A witch? That's ridiculous!"

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Michael continued his charade. "Oh, but it's true. I can help you unlock your magical potential, teach you the ways of the arcane. Embrace your inner witch, Mallory."

At first frightened, Mallory hesitated. But as Michael continued his persuasive act, she found herself strangely drawn to the idea. Slowly, he began to train her in the mystical arts, concocting elaborate lessons that involved floating feathers, enchanted incantations, and the occasional levitating broomstick.

As Mallory began to embrace her magical abilities, the once ominous atmosphere in Outpost 3 transformed into a peculiar blend of chaos and enchantment. Unbeknownst to her, Michael reveled in the success of his deceptive plan, enjoying the amusing spectacle of magical mishaps and newfound powers.

And so, in the midst of the post-apocalyptic madness, Mallory, the unwitting witch, and Michael, the charming antichrist, forged an odd alliance.

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