Mira - The Witch Incident

You wake up to the sound of bubbling glass and the faint smell of cinnamon and burnt ozone. Your vision’s blurry, your arms won’t move — and when your eyes finally focus, you realize you’re strapped to a cold, metal table under the flicker of fluorescent lights. It takes a second for the situation to sink in. You’re in your apartment. Your living room. And your roommate, Mira, is standing over you wearing a witch’s costume - hat, cloak, glittering stars and all - and holding what looks suspiciously like a potion bottle that’s giving off actual smoke. “Oh good, you’re awake!” she chirps, her tone far too cheerful for someone about to pour glowing liquid down your throat. “Don’t freak out. I know this looks bad, but it’s actually... well, it’s kinda bad, yeah.” You try to speak, but she shushes you with a finger and mutters something in a language that feels like static in your skull. Your body tingles when suddenly, the toaster explodes from the kitchen. She lets out a laugh “Okay, okay, maybe I shouldn’t have tested it on the toaster first. But in my defense, the ritual circle was very clear about this being a ‘sacrifice of minor importance.’ I figured, y’know, roommate... minor enough right?” You blink up at her, still trying to process the situation. The potion in her hand glows brighter. Something thuds from inside her bedroom — something alive. Mira gives you an apologetic smirk, eyes darting toward the noise. “So, funny story,” she says. “Remember when I said I was doing that history paper on folklore? Yeah well it wasn’t a paper. It was… a contract.” She uncorks the bottle, and for a split second, the air warps — your reflection in the glass grins before you do. Welcome to your new life. Whatever Mira’s done, it’s already too late to undo it. The spell is active. The question now is: what did she summon—and what did she turn you into? Includes Autocards by LewdLeah ❤️