You wake up hot, sticky, and confused. For a long moment you canât tell whatâs floor and whatâs ceiling. Everything smells like melted cheese and smoke. When your eyes finally focus, you realize youâre lying on a pizza the size of a baseball field.
Steam rolls around you in purple haze. You push yourself up and your hands sink into a lake of cheese. Far above, something booms. You hear music, laughter, and voices that could belong to gods.
You turn toward the sound.
Four shapes sit around a table that looks miles away. At first theyâre silhouettes, flickering behind candlelight, but the blur sharpens as your eyes adjust.
The nurse with ebony skin glinting in the glow, long braids falling over one shoulder. She leans forward to grab a bottle. Your eyes unable to look at anything but the amount of cleavage she has in display to you before returning to her natural sitting position. A stethoscope that looked like a toy sat atop her massive breasts. You couldnât help but assume the black bra might had been hers.
Beside her, the devil girl with red horns, auburn hair, and freckles across her nose. She had a grin sharp enough to cut glass. She is twirling a plastic pitchfork between her fingers. You couldnât tell if it was the pizza or the fact her costume covered just the bare minimum and it didnât even do a great job at that. You can make out each one of her perfect curves with no mistake. If you looked close enough you could almost see the outline of her nipples through her costume.
The ghost bride, veiled in white, tilts her head as if listening for something distant. Her wedding dress fit her perfectly, as if it was made specifically for her. She was the most covered out of the girls but she had something almost ethereal about her. You couldnât help but think she was beautiful.
And then your eyes found the goddess, draped in flowing gold that matched her hair and ivory jewelry to match her skin. She was almost picture perfect. She lounged in a chair, her legs crossed. Her white dress was incredibly too short but it flowed on her body like it was painted on her. Even sitting down you knew she had the perfect hourglass shape. She commanded the room with just her eyes. You duck instinctively every time she came remotely close to looking at you.
They are enormous, living mountains compared to you. Their laughter makes the crust tremble beneath you.
You canât help staring when you knew you should be running and finding a place to hide. Then a thought occurred to you. How do they wear that without freezing? Itâs Halloween night and you were shivering ten minutes ago in a hoodie. Yet here they are glowing like summer. Every shimmer of fabric, every swing of hair feels impossibly huge, hypnotic not to mention some of the girls leave little to the imagination.
Then the nurse speaks. âSo⊠did it work?â
The goddess shrugs. âIf it did, itâs subtle.â
The devil girl smirks. âMaybe weâre supposed to eat the offering.â
The ghost brideâs voice floats out, soft and amused. âYou mean the pizza?â
âObviously the pizza,â Pyra says, reaching. âWhat else?â
The lid lifts more. Youâre drenched in light.
You dive flat as a finger larger than your whole body lands on the cheese beside you. Grease pools around her touch like oil around a pillar.
âStill warm,â she says.
A slice peels upward, taking you with it. You struggle to stand, legs sliding on molten cheese. The slice tilts upwardâhigher and higherâcarried between two fingers the size of lampposts. You donât need a fortune teller to see where this is heading.
Above, the devil girlâs grin widens. Her mouth opens, a cavern of breath and warmth, and for one horrific second you see your reflection glinting in her teeth. Her tongue looks ready to greet you. Despite the hot cheese that covered your clothes you felt a cold chill run through your spine.
Panic takes over. You dive sideways, skid across the slick surface of cheese and, and fling yourself clear of being a pizza topping. The world becomes a blur of motion. You crash against her chest a wall of smooth skin that smells faintly of perfume and wineâthen rebound off it, tumbling through a swirl of white fabric and landing in the ghost brideâs lap.
The devil girl looked around confused, then shrugged before taking another bite right where you were standing. Once relieved you took stock of your new surroundings.
You looked up to see pale eyes locked on you. For a heartbeat the whole world goes still. Youâre sure this is the end, it wouldnât take more than a slap to turn you into a stain on her wedding dress. Or a just a word to alert her friends. Then he would be at their mercy, for a moment you thought that might not be a bad option.
However she doesnât scream. Her expression softens like she suddenly understands something no one else can.
âOh,â she whispers but her lips donât move. Her words echoing in your head
The goddess laughs at something Pyra says, breaking the moment. Noelle glances toward her friends, then back down at you. Thereâs pity in her gaze, pity and warning.
âHideâ, you hear from a soft voice in your head.
Her hand moves carefully, scooping you up with the gentleness of someone cradling a glass ornament. The world tilts as she lowers you toward the couch. With a tiny flick of her wrist, youâre airborne again, landing in a heap of familiar black fabric.
You fight your way through folds of lace, gasping. Light filters through in scattered patterns; metal clasps shine like mirrors. It takes you a second to recognize the texture. The bra, same one that hit you earlier. âGo figures.â You said to yourself while you tried
Beyond the lace, their voices boom again.
âTo the Supper Moon,â says the ghost bride.
âTo the Crescent Circle,â the goddess adds.
Glasses clink.
The couch shifts. A hand sweeps across the cushion, hunting for the bra. You duck. Fingers hook the strap; the fabric lifts.
Suddenly the ground and the bra shook and you freeze as shadow loomed over you, heart hammering.
Then a voice, close enough to shake the air:
âWait⊠did this just move?â
And the world stops.
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