Location: Salem.Interaction: none
Issue #1.1: The happiest place on earth - the fairy king descends
Two weeks later.
A secret gathering of the cultist leaders has been called upon to address the new threat in their community.
This underground society works in the shadows. Their faces and names are unknown to the world, pulling the strings in Salem and everything the light touches. They have different agendas, different points of view, different magic systems they impose upon their followers, and different foreign gods they worship, and now share one common enemy as of late: The witch boy.
"We should be hunting witches not the other way around!"
"This is sacrilege! He's a menace! This offspring of an imp must be dealt with!"
"The book of the beast must be protected at all cost!"
"Patience brothers, and sisters.. We mustn't be too hasty about this. We haven't known the identity of this miscreant just yet but we have hired someone with a solution to neutralize this situation, restoring the good name of our organization." One leader settled the dispute and proposed an answer.
"That's right, I'm here to solve all of your problems..Not gonna lie, after seeing the video, your men took a huge L on this one....." A fat untidy manchild steps forward the light.
"Can you do it? can you put this rogue occultist into one of your pocket dimensions?" Ignoring the zoomer lingo, A mysterious voice sternly asked the obese tech-wiz kid.
"Can you do it? tch.. Hell yeah, I can do it! I'm your guy.. err.. You know my rates right? gotta pay me in half.. the new Kingdom Hearts is dropping real soon and I'm gonna need that dough.." He smiled with confidence, addressing the men inside these huge monitors in front of him.
Enter Control Freak -- A freelance, overweight, nuisance of a "supervillain" that can alter reality with a flick of his remote on a smaller scale.
He was tasked by the cult of Salem to contain the "Bloody Oak" massacre, Cleaning up the mess Klarion has made, containing the situation, and buying them time to recuperate their numbers in Massachusetts.
Klarion did a massive blow in their operation in this city. The little imp's shenanigan sends a huge ripple to their community and exposes what they truly are. This holier than thou religious group's name was tainted. The faith of their countless followers was wavered and stirred.
It's time to fix this with a little dose of a happy pill.
The cultist agrees to this unorthodox scheme, which in the end, will benefit them for the greater good.
A new reality breaks and tears asunder towards the unsuspecting town.
Imprisoning them in this temporal bubble with one lesser Eldritch horror thrown into the mix for good measure.
This old fashioned town will know the true meaning of "Joy"
The climate drastically changes overnight. A bizarre yet ancient thaumaturgy is at work reshaping the town.
it's 5:00 am.
The witch boy yawns and lazily gets off his bed. It's another school day and another daily routine getting there. This is his life now. A mischievous powerful being of sorcery now reduced to nothing more than a normal high-schooler to hide his true identity from the world.
A misfit on the run; both wanted in the human world and the realm of the supernatural. How humiliating to go through this act...
Everything was going mundane except that didn't last long.
Klarion felt a chill in his body, the feeling of discomfort, the sense of dread like he was being cursed or something.
"Do you feel it too, Teekl?" He asks his feline companion.
*meow* The cat simply purred, climbing on Klarion's shoulder and agreeing with his master.
Still half asleep, He looks in front of the mirror and rubs his eyes, only to find a mysterious magical dirt right beneath them. It's coarse, rough, and rich with potent magic from a faraway land.
"Pixie dust?" He asked himself.
"I thought these were extinct when those buggers got wiped off the face of the earth during the Arthurian period." Unaffected by its charm, The witch boy shrugs. He didn't ponder on it too much on how and why it got there. Klarion steps outside his house and looks around to see if everything is normal.
The sun is shining bright and everyone has this creepy smile on their faces everywhere he turns, all dress up in their sunday suits like it was the 70's.
It was peaceful.
It was unsettling.
"Hiya neighbor, What a b-Ae-u-tiful morning" Ned greeted with a giddy manner. His grin bares all teeth and was strangely unnerving like it was plastered to his face. His eyes were squinted, stretch hard from side to side, almost like a slit in comparison. He was extremely elated.
"Uhh, are you having a stroke? what happen to your face?" Klarion retorted bluntly. His neighbor's greeting was returned with an insult.
"Silly friend, this is always been my face.. now, why don't you turn that frown upside down? ya?" Ned eerily said while watering the plants, without losing that creepy smile and maintaining his eye contact lock with Klarion.
Teekl pops out of Klarion's backpack and hisses at Ned on his way out. Even the cat knows something is strange with Klarion's neighbor.
Upon walking to school, He meets people on the way there, eerily smiling like a mindless zombie and saying phrases like: "Be happy.." "Remember to smile.." Which is more ominous than it sounds rather than a simple greeting.
*Meow*
"I know Teekl, something is up. Humans aren't this festive going to work early in the morning. Especially on mondays."Klarion and Teekl's minds link and share a vision to see the unseen.
Upon their clairvoyance to see the unknown, They discover the whole town of Salem is infested by true fairies, feeding off happiness to the unsuspecting civilians of this town.
These fairies look like miniature eldritch horrors' heads attached to a fly's body and are unseen to the normal human eye. and there's a swarm of them, latching to each person.
"Karp, forget school, I need to get out of here!"
Location: Devil's oak
Time: 10:00 amKlarion figures that in order to call upon the old gods, sacrifice(s) must be made to please them.
The witch boy went to the Devil's oak to see if he can find some clues, the same place he massacre those cultists last week. Ah brings back fond memories.
To his surprise, The cult's rotting bodies were still there, infested with maggots and rearrange into a circle. It appears this like some sort of a summoning ritual. Someone has been busy. His hunch was correct. This place was the gateway for those winged horrors.
"Ha!I knew it, move over Batman.. there's a new detective in town" Klarion bragged with a smirk on his face while petting Teekl in his arm.
"How cliche, returning to the scene of the crime.." from out of nowhere, A click of a shotgun's hammer was heard right behind the Witch boy's back.
"Freeze, witch boy.. you're under arrest!" "Oh?" Klarion said coyly.
"I'm Pandora Peters of the Wizard Alchemy Necromancy Department or W.A.N.D.. we're here to neutralize supernatural threats such as yourself!" 
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