Was an old woman in her heart, if not in her body or her mind, but you shouldn’t tell a woman that. Though one could be forgiven for not realizing how amazing Alice looked for her age when she was trapped in a vessel of strawberry red glitter glue. One could be forgiven for thinking Alice had bad intentions for Eti when a horde of glue sniffing yarn zombies surrounded him forcing his furry hand to pull the trigger, blasting a hole not through one of her reluctant minions, but through a completely innocent woolie woman who just happened to be a little too close to the scene for her own good and now a veritable mob descended upon him.

Auspiciously enough, the closely packed jostling bodies was perfect for transmitting the gluefection.

[color=f49ac2]“I’m sorry Eti, this is for your own good.”[/color]

She murmured to herself, too far away to be heard, still clinging to the side of the clocktower that she’d just knocked out and no longer projecting her voice down to the crowd below as she once had.

[color=f49ac2][Good, subdue him before he gets too strong.][/color]

Alice ignored the nagging voice inside as she plucked a piece of glue from her body and gave it a little whirl, the part that her fingers had pinched extending and extending and extending, until eventually it had extended to the point where it no longer seemed possible that there were was so much mass contained in such a small body. It happened in about three revolutions. Then she slung it down towards the crowd where even now Eti attempted to fend off the yarnlings with his makeshift lance. It was no smaller than the snot a child flicks out the window during an oppressive drive at first but it rapidly ballooned in size until eventually—upon reaching him—it was suddenly large enough to pulverize the little red panda into the ground but instead swallowed him up like a greedy mouth. Trapping him, as was her intent, inside of a bubble of strawberry red with a semi-translucent shell that was incredibly resistant to the battering damage of the yarn people outside and ideally hit hard enough to disarm him of his weapons as well.

[color=f49ac2]“Eti,”[/color] Alice called out, shouting once more. [color=f49ac2]“I am no longer asking for your cooperation. You [b]are[/b] leaving this world with me one way or another.”[/color]