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It's midnight when her doorbell rings.
“Helloooo~ Beannnn~ Are you therrrrrreee?”
Benessa is finally getting herself comfy wearing pajamas and snuggling on the couch watching documentaries when Bellwood’s resident outer dimensional witch knocks on her door. How the witch knew her parents were out of the city on their anniversary, her question was answered when she opened the front door to find the witch and her cousin both standing grinning outside. Glad to know she’s being stalked by these two, no matter the cost.
“Cute PJs.” Her red haired cousin comments. She’s wearing a black hello kitty tank top and matching hot pink fluffy pants. Benessa’s hair isn’t even brushed, the brown mess is puffed up and chaotically coiled after her curly hair finished drying like a messy lion’s mane.
“Hope, Gwendolynn,” Bean folds her arms and leans on the doorway. Her brown eyes look them up and down. Both witches are in their respective gothic get up. Charmcaster is wearing her usual magenta coat with her signature black markings in front and leaning more heavily with the purple and black makeup accents. Gwen on the other hand is wearing a plain dark navy split dress with long sleeves that may as well hide anything in there and a jeweled belt across her hips, her face looks similar to her mentor Hex.
“What are you two doing here?” She raises her eyebrow and watches the two witches grin mischievously.
“Lock up your house, we got some shit to discover tonight!”
She is pulled by Gwen towards them. Charmcaster taps her skull staff and the front door shuts, the lights turn off, and a click the house is locked up in seconds.
“Bean, the stars are going to alight tonight, we have to act and do some freaky spells.” Gwen pulls her under her arm, wrapping around her shoulders so she doesn’t escape.
“And why do I have to be there?”
“C’mmon, Bean, you are like one in a thousand million, probability so low your existence is practically a myth.” The magenta witch dismisses her question with a wave.
“Wow, I hope I’m not getting dissected, again.” She says flatly.
“Oh no, we got other things to be doing, something you will be very important to for the spell.” The red hair winks at her. Oh no, they are up to something fun yet devastating, she can already feel it in her gut.
“We’re not summoning Sunny again by using me as a magical medium.”
“Why notttt!” Both witches cry as they hold her from both sides.
*
“Benessa,” The skull face painted sorcerer nods.
“Mr. Hex,” The non witch nods back.
“Quite the interesting circumstance you find yourself in.” Hex sips on his tea as he watches his energetic apprentices put preparation to the massive spell, with Benessa splat in the middle as the main puzzle piece.
White circles of chalk layered around her, with intricate shapes aligned with rune writings. Such complicated spells should not even exist, as the calculations in some are too ridiculously long and out paced if it were done any other way, a beautiful artistic spell of mayhem that can only be performed with an anomaly such unheard of in reality. The sorcerer gazes tiredly around on what chaos will be performed, tearing a hole in space in time across the universe to summon, well another powerful energy being. He feels more tired knowing his on and off apprentice will pop out from the other side.
Benessa just shrugs and stands in the middle of the chalk and illuminating candles.
“Cute night wear.” He states flatly at her hello kitty pjs.
“Thank you, very gothic bathrobe you own.” She notes his black puffy robe with cheetah prints at the edges.
His apprentices move around like possessed subjects. With her freely movable hair, Frightwig finishes up writing some extra runes down, and lighting up the rest of the candles Gwendolynn managed to pillage around his mansion. His niece is finishing up putting incense up, the scent of vanilla heavy in the open room. And wherever Gwendolynn caught herself up in the ever quiet mansion this time.
He sips his vanilla tea and reminds himself to never let his apprentices go buy magic materials ever again. His misfortune left him with massive stock up in vanilla in his mansion.
“I am concerned and excited to see where this would go, again.” He grins at her, after all he is still a magic practitioner at heart, however messed up the spells may be for an expert like him, it all still works thanks to the main piece in the room. He eyes the anomaly girl in the middle.
“Well Benessa, if you get stuck at the other side of the galaxy or some other place where outer gods roam, you will be saved.”
“How comforting, to know I’ll be used as a teaching method, again.”
“What can I say? Pinpointing you across the vast space will be a very nice exercise for my apprentices, and of course we can’t lose an interesting anomaly such as you.” He snorts. “My offer still stands, I am always open to teaching magic to those who will excel at it or special by means of fate.”
“And used as a nice subject to explore the multiverse with magic?”
“Now that just comes with being reincarnated with your memories intact, such an interesting research it will be, to see outside to other worlds away from this timeline.”
Benessa just rolls her eyes. Even after years of living her new life, she still can’t shake away the memories of her old life, from when she just watched the Ben 10 series as animated entertainment. But circumstances are circumstances. She is now stuck here in this world with much knowledge jam packed into her brain, of the supposed storyline that should have happened. But thanks to her very existence everything might as well be changed. The omnitrix not being on her wrist is a huge indication.
“Well then,” Hex cracks his neck and shoulders. “Seems like the girls are all ready to perform this spell, I’ll be watching from my usual armchair, yell if you feel pain.” He mozzies away.
“Are we ready!?” Charmcaster yell at the other witches.
“Hell yeah! Everythings all set!” Frightwig pumps her fist.
“Fire this bitch up! Let’s see Sunny!!” Gwen immits her mana.
The candle lights all turn purple and Bean feels like throwing up before the swirling magic makes her even more motion sick.