Ross accelerated to the ceiling with his soon to be great friend if they get out of this alive. Near death experiences are usually excellent bonding exercises for those involved, and it was clear that he was probably going to die, or at least smack up into the ceiling and hurt his now healthily padded butt, and his thoughts right now were just the result of being a massive baby and drama queen. Crashing into the ceiling at a high velocity is not good for one’s health.
But then, something odd happened, he got hit with more Magic Anons, right alongside Fanny. First, he was compelled to dance, and dance he did. He was a puppet on a not-so-lonely string.
In the next moment, he was nonexistent. His consciousness ceased, and was replaced with an object indescribably complex. It was as though his mind was shoved through the bottleneck of a dream bubble, then forced out into a vast aquarium of existential impossibilities. It was a highly disconcerting experience.
Then in the next moment, he was transformed back into his lowly mortal form. He found himself this time dressed as someone of the fairer sex typically would, but in much nicer clothing. It was fitting, really, almost poetic. Flying in a flight attendant’s outfit.
He still had all the other magic anons unrelated to the dress on him, unfortunately. Guess it would be hard to make the outfit work without the proper equipment. Plus, it was kind of funny to see him in drag, and if there’s one thing that was constant, it was that humorous situations were far more likely than mundane ones in his life.
“Hey, these flights of fancy typical in your library?”
Those would be good last words. If he was going down, he might as well do it in a punny way.
“Well, I had to do something!” she giggled as she cling onto her new skirt. “The quality has been soaring lately!”
Even if they were in a dire situation, The fangirl couldn’t help but chuckle at Gurren’s words. Whether the wizard was an expert or a beginner, it was rather...fun to fly.
“Hey, at least we’re not wearing heels anymore!”
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The boy’s mind began to scatter as he stared at the two flying figures. What can he do? There has to be a spell!
Carry On => Keep naming spells
“Y-You can’t touch this!”
“These are not the droids you...you’re looking for!”
He was supposed to be the chosen one. He was supposed to know everything. He can’t let anyone down...especially his mother.
“Easy come, Easy go, Little high, Little low, Carry on”
As he spoke the last spell, something drastic happened. The two fandoms were finally placed on the second floor, safe and sound. Ever drop of magic has been revered. Fanny and Ross were no longer fashion accessories but your average citizens.
Finally, after all the chaos, the library was calm and free of anon magic.
Fanny => Run to your child
“Carry on! You did it!” She cheered with glee. “You fixed it!”
“Th-Thanks..I did it,” he muttered as tears began to form. The boy looked up at this dear mother. She had faith in her child. After everything, he thought she would regret her decision but...not today.
“I did it, mom...I really did it!”
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