you enter the witch’s bedroom

hellboundwitch:

she’s surrounded by tarot decks, quartz crystals, and bottles of strange liquids. you don’t look too closely at what’s floating in them.

before the witch is a grimoire of some sort. she leans over the book of spells, she appears to be muttering something under her breath.

you lean in to try and catch what she’s saying:

“i’m at the pizza hut, i’m at the taco bell, i’m at the combination pizza hut and taco bell”