Glitch Of A Witch Part Nine. All Is Not Fine!

We kept up at a steady pace trying to find a way out of Betsy's crazy slave place. But the tunnels were too dark, even with Drazin's glowing eyes and usual third person bark. Until we came across a complete nut. Yeah, all are crazy at this candy land hut. This one had his brains scrambled I would say. I guess someone tried to make waffle flambe.

"How can Waffles help thee? Follow Waffles quickly."

"Just what we need, another third person talking nutcase."

"Demons abound in this here region."

"Drazin has had enough of this place. Fleabag, Drazin is going to use you as slippers if you don't find a way out of here."

"A god relying on a cat. How about that?"

"Shut up, you eejits. I didn't save you to be caught again."

"Hurry, hurry. That flying bimbo will be here soon. Follow Waffles."

This guy walked like a hunchback and drooled quite a bit. And he really smelled like, well, shit. I think his brains were even coming out his ears. Or that could just be built up wax causing my OCD fears. Think Jafar and his disguise, although far far more scary on the eyes.

We figured how much worse could it be and followed the nut into a hidden cave, where he proven he was swinging from the crazy tree. He had a collection of heads and they were all tucked in straw beds. He hobbled over to each one and that is when more crazy was spun.

Blue here will tell you,
All that is true.
He says that if the mirror has been smashed to bits,
The slaves no longer go around like dimwits.
Thus the likes of Anne,
Unlike Brian, Glory Dear and the rest of the clan.

Red is a liar,
He likes to set things on fire.
He says you will all die.
Now he wants to get high.
Such a drug addict.
And he likes to create conflict.

"Are we really going to keep listening to this bloody eejit?"

"Drazin agrees with the Irish. Drazin is out of here."

Drazin went to open the door when he heard Betsy's wailing half zombie roar. Waffles hobbled back over and slammed the door shut. He even tapped Drazin on the butt.

"Never never, you need to be clever. Plus Waffles not done. You don't want to shun."

"I bet the god has never been felt up like that before."

"Drazin will squash you, fleabag."

Green is alive,
He was able to survive.
He says that those still in the mirror,
You all made clearer.
You found their hidden away place,
And the flying bimbo honed in with her half zombie face.

White is a fright.
Don't bother him at night.
Some spirits took flight.
Just open your sight.
They will return,
After their burn.

"That is all Waffles has to say. Have a nice day!"

Waffles scurried off down a mole hole leaving us with a couple of dead heads and a fishing pole. I did not even want to know what he fished for. We kept quiet as Betsy continued her roar.

"So if the demon and his underlyings are to be believed, we have to do what we set out to do?"

"Be an eejit?"

"No, destroy that Thinkcap's lair."

"So we have to avoid the big Godzilla WorqueenDan, get past a slave driving half zombified bimbo and take down a so called godly powered ass. Not to mention smash some glass."

"Bloody Hell, I need a drink."

"Drazin needs to find less active cats to get slippers from."

"Well what are you waiting for buckaroos, let's go."

Pat opened the door and peeked out finding no jelly beans guards, slaves or any other creature of lore. He waved for us to follow him. Yeah, he really was growing more dim. But we took off out of the cave and hoped Pat was not leading us to an early grave. Then of course we heard a scream. How I wish one eyed people had their own cyclops team.

"Annnnneeee. Why am I blue? Who are you? Leave me be? I hate cats!"

We heard old whiny one eye off in the distance and of course Anne took off. Maybe Betsy would drown her in a trough? At least my ears would stop ringing and the whines she would stop singing. Either way we now knew more and we followed Anne back to Betsy's front door. Old one eye was strung up ready to hang. I guess she was not a pretty blue cyclops sight to Betsy and her slave gang.

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One eye is causing us trouble once more. Just when we get away she drags us back to Betsy's shore. Maybe we'll get lucky and she will hang. At least she will go out with no bang. A candy gun might hurt. But then Anne wants to make the hanging inert. So I guess we shall see what comes to pass as further we venture into candy land with the scary crew and my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.