SMASH.
Putrid pumpkin chunks and wood splinters sprayed out from beneath the
witch's immense high heel, spraying shrieking trick-or-treaters while
they dropped their bags. Her full bosom, clad in dark robes, cast a
shadow over the misty streets, eclipsing the moonlight in overbearing
darkness. Plowing through buildings as if they were nothing,
decorative bat-themed streamers and dangling skeletons caught on her
long arms, massive chest, and raven hair, chattering and waving as
the giantess swept through the night.
Bite-sized
people gazed in terror when this enchantress' monumental, manicured
fingers plucked out a dead tree. Earthy debris scattered near her
cobweb-net stockings. She stared at the mannequin hanging from its
branch: a cartoonish capybara with a witch costume and broomstick.
Her midnight-black eyes loomed, unmoving, in judgement. "...For
this mockery... you mortals' shallow farce, year after year...
revenge..."
The
pale, powerful palm curled into an indignant fist. An ungodly CRUNCH
echoed
through the smoky skies. That tree, and its decoration, were pulped,
twisted into nothingness.
Hundreds
ran, bumping and tripping over each others' costumes, ripping their
masks off, pushing past the colossal craters left by her stomps.
Turning back with a hand on her wide hips, she pointed down to the
insects. "...Can't
escape... your sins..."
An ethereal glow surrounded her index finger. With a curl, lampposts
bent like pipe cleaners; parked cars crashed into each other, setting
sirens flaring; and fences curled around the streets in coils;
blocking off any exit.
Frozen
in terror, the small beings shook as the immeasurably vast witch
approached. For a better view of their terrified expressions, she sat
- obliterating a haunted house under each plush, round ass cheek. Her
seat burrowed deep into the asphalt, making loose pebbles and
discarded chocolate bars tremble. Either thigh plowed through even
more land as she stretched her legs - massive milky monoliths that
towered above them all.
The
giant witch silently beaconed. As the minuscule people attempted to
run, they found their legs hovering above the ground. She was
levitating them... towards her jaws. The vast black hole opened,
sucking in loose treats first; then parts of costumes, flying right
off; then sobbing, begging people; all falling into the endless
expense without the giantess even touching them. One woman clung
desperately on her soft, full lips, trying to avoid the powerful
suction pulling at her frilly dress. It took only a simple *flick*
from
the witch to send her careening down the throat, inhaled with the
rest.
Brushing
her stomach, the victims' resting place, the rampaging magician shot
a glare as cold as frost among the crowds gazing from a distance.
Crushing a novelty graveyard under her palm, zombie sculptures and
all, she stood back to her feet - face glowing hundreds of feet above
in flickering, dim candlelight and moonbeams. Her focus landed on a
scraggly, lanky teenager clutching a punch bowl; and a large mutt
next to him.
"...Your
penance... incomplete..."
With
a clack of her heels, she took flight; becoming a dark spectre
sweeping across the skies, her torn clothing blowing in the chilling
winds of the night.
They
tried to scurry away, like mice from a cat, but the sorceress' speed
was blinding. A simple swing of her hands snapped rows of trees like
twigs; and rearranged vehicular traffic into a maze of crushed frames
and rolling tires. Clouds of smoke and dust from shattered houses
blocked their visibility; making them nearly run right into the
witch's hands.
Eventually,
they dove for cover in a pumpkin patch. She plucked the carved
camouflage in her grasp like berries, seeing them shaking and
shivering inside. Her hand tilted to her mouth, sending everything
barreling in.
"...Your
fear... tastes wonderful..."
The
moment those words came out, the witch froze. Her arms jolted out,
static traversing it. A set of electrical explosions fired across her
stomach, lighting the dark skies. Unable to hold up her own weight,
she stopped flying; then collapsed to her knees, then her stomach,
finally falling motionless in a pile of pumpkin debris.
People
gathered around the bizarre display: a smoking, charred shell of the
giantess. Small wiggles emerged from below her clothing.
Crawling
out of a metallic hatch on the titanic backside, a very frazzled
Shaggy held an empty bowl to his chest. "Like, the things I do
for a Scooby Snack... Wasting some perfectly good punch to
short-circuit a giant witch..." He sobbed slightly. "Hey,
Scoob, good thinkin' with that extra lemonade you spilled. That,
like, really did the trick!"
Exiting
the shell behind him, Scooby just chuckled nervously, patting other
"swallowed" people as they got out. He didn't have the
heart to say it wasn't lemonade.
Daphne
rushed over, and gasped at the sparking, twitching mass that was once
a rampaging giantess. Bits of ripped robe fell off to reveal steel
and propellers underneath. "Jeepers! It all makes sense. The
witch was a machine! It used those fans to fly!"
Velma
nodded, polishing her glasses. "And that, quote-unquote, 'magic'
used to levitate people and cars? Simply a system of pulleys,
vacuums, and powerful magnets. All set up beforehand... by the REAL
criminal."
Cracking
his knuckles and adjusting his ascot, Fred climbed up the fallen
witch robot's hat, pulling at the busted metal shell. "Let's
just see who's behind this 'monster'
-
the one who wanted all the candy for themselves..."
Among
a pile of used wrappers and gum, a capybara rolled out of the
wreckage. She groaned in defeat. "And I would've gotten away
with it, too, if it weren't for you
meddling
kids
-
and your dog!"