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Night of the Witches (1970) Mexican Lobby Card

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timekeepertwister · 1 year

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Case 0 Type P - File 1 - “The Waltz of Walpurgis”

Location: The Witch’s House

Timeline: PET-K

Date of Record: April 30, 1939

Affirming Witness: C/E-727

Subjects Involved: C/A-95, C/L-33, RC/EO-77, H/?-9 (in multiple denominations)

Timeline Inspection Record Of: “Tower of Sweet Chaos” [Minor Deviation Detected]

Deep into the haunted woods unknown was a cottage that was said to be the dwelling of a Witch. Whether because the temperature setting she had on her wood-burning Oven was too high, or possibly because her sweet tooth for baked goods was as insatiable as her desire for unusual culinary inventory, Cookies often dreaded the building, fleeing from it the first chance they could get to truly live their lives.

On the turn of the Night of the Witches, frequently stated by many wizard academies as once in a millennium (although this has been thoroughly debunked by third party sources), one Cookie would find herself going towards the house to pose a question to the homeowner on her people’s purpose in life. This was White Lily Cookie’s destiny. She told herself, “The banquet is starting… the Night of the Witches, held once in a thousand years... this is my only chance! I shall meet the creators, the Witches! I must ask the question. I will ask them why... why they created the Cookies... and myself. I must learn the truth!” Anticipating the official response of the Witch, she eagerly snuck into the house in search of the kitchen, weaving around rats. Spiderwebs. Mouse traps. BEAR TRAPS. Finally, the ladder. Having found a ladder, White Lily Cookie slowly ascended it. “A stairway to the table. Lofty for a Cookie, but a small convenience for a Witch.” And just in time she did; just as she climbed up to a satisfactory level that matched the banquet table, the worn-out wooden door creaked open to give way to a whole host of Witches from far and wide.

Some as short and pudgy as Gruntilda was claimed to be, while others were tall and slender as if they hadn’t had a filling supper in forever. One Witch even came in with what seemed like four Skeletons awaiting food! As the door opened, the hostess Witch greeted her colleagues warmly with a very raspy voice, “WELL WELL WELL, IT'S BEEN A THOUSAND LONG YEARS! GLAD TO SEE Y'ALL!”

A second Witch responded, “AND WOULD YOU LOOK AT THESE! THEY LOOK AMAZING! Y'ALL BEEN WORKING HARD!” As she dropped her small satchel of belongings off to the side, the welcomed Witch eyed the banquet table with delight as if she wanted to eat everything right away.

The homeowner Witch smiled with delight at seeing her friend admire her wide array of baked goods. Bread, cake, biscuits, pie, tarts, everything was up for grabs… but her pride and joy seen in her banquet spread was her freshly-baked cookies. Having worked tirelessly for the last three nights with the date of April 30th marked as a banquet night with her fellow Witches, the Witch had baked, decorated, and served her intricate trays of cookies for this very night. Now that her work was done, she gestured to her work and retorted jovially, “PHEW! I BAKED A TON OF COOKIES! HERE, TRY ONE! YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT!”

As the Witches began to go for their sugary bounty, they instantly went right into the waiting collection of cookies and began eating them like no tomorrow much to their delight… but very much to a horrified White Lily Cookie’s dismay. “Impossible...! The Witches... our creators... are... eating... Cookies!” She let out a practically unheard shriek as she turned to the waiting collection of gingerbread cookies and other banquet desserts, screaming in growing hysteria, “WAKE UP! PLEASE! WE HAVE TO RUN!” …no response. She tried calling out to them again, hoping to get a response, “YOU CAN'T STAY HERE...! LISTEN TO ME, WE MUST ESCAPE...!”

Baffled by the lack of response, and movement for that matter, White Lily Cookie looked at the banquet cookies with a sense of hopelessness, “But why... why! Why are you smiling at me?!” Having abandoned all hope of saving these cookies from being eaten, she began to run away unseen, saying to herself, “I must... I must tell someone about it!”

But in her haste, she had not seen a rogue fork in her path and tripped upon it, losing her balance and falling off the table towards a waiting cauldron of bubbling purple dough. Now knowing of her destiny, she told herself, “Why... why did you do that...? Witches... the Witches deceived us… The Cookies... were created to... be eaten! But I was born... and lived... I have my will and consciousness... I can't... accept this fate...!”

The resounding splat emanating from the cauldron when White Lily Cookie fell into the dough had alerted the Witches and an unusually small awaiting raven to the site, knowing that a Cookie had fallen into a cauldron of dough. The homeowner exclaimed, “WHOSE COOKIE IS THAT? LOOK, IT FELL INTO THE ULTIMATE DOUGH!”

The Witch’s guests clamored in reply, as if they weren’t worried about one Cookie falling into a cauldron of dough. “T'IS ALRIGHT! LET'S JUST BAKE IT AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS!”

“YEAH, LET'S BAKE IT! LET'S SEE WHAT FORTUNA HAS IN STORE!”

Unfortunately for them, Fortuna was not on their side tonight. Heaved onto a baking tray, a glob of purple mush with a forsaken Cookie inside, with some other pastries and stuff still in the Oven, the Witch cranked the woodburning oven up to a fiery 375 degrees Fahrenheit. White Lily Cookie’s screams were drowned out by the sounds of crackling wood, bubbling dough, and rattling metal as she felt herself being pulled apart.“Wh-WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME…?!” Uttering a soul-splitting scream, she felt her own dough split away from her as it spit her out of the blob of Ultimate Dough, right off the tray and into the fire.

The Ultimate Dough conglomerated into what White Lily Cookie perceived to be the Boogeyman staring down the Oven’s cast-iron doors. A Cookie with horns black as night. Slender as a skeleton. Dough burnt into a pale shade of purple, just as the Ultimate Dough was not even an hour ago. And then the flames died down. The doors opened. A new Cookie burst into sinister laughter in her new life as a charred and mortified White Lily Cookie could only hide in silence and watch Chaos Incarnate unfold.

[End of File 1 - Next: File 2 - “Solace in Nightmares”] - [Return To Case Record]

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moodboard-d · 3 months

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