[HIATUS] Sausage Party [Twisted Wonderland x Reader]

*83: Sandcastle of Imprisonment

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The useless men were standing behind you like the "Excuse me, he asked for no pickles" meme. Even Crewel was standing behind you instead of in front of you like he probably should be.

"And another thing!!" You shout at the police officer, "Aren't you ashamed that a bunch of high schoolers did your job for you and better than you?! Maybe none of this would've happened if you just did your job instead of lazing around like an ignorant man who can't be bothered to listen when a woman tells him, "Hey, I murdered my Uncle!" You are such an incompetent fool! What do you have to say for yourself?!"

The three male police officers were standing like morons as you yelled at them, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Well, not the middle one. He's on the verge of tears.

".......Sorry."

"Well sorry doesn't cut it!! You need to be better!" You narrow your eyes, "Evalin Sifera was in collaboration with Xavier White, a wanted criminal since last week. She confessed that he had met up with her at a restaurant, and was the one who convinced her to kill her Uncle Morty. But clearly, none of you are doing your fucking job if Xavier feels safe enough that he can just walk around like nothing."

You scrunch up your nose and sneer at them, "You should all be ashamed of yourselves."

The officer let a tear fall from his eye. "You're so mean."

"Cry about it. Now if you'll excuse me and my comrades, we will be leaving now to return to our school," You make a little "hmph" before looking back at your friends, "Let's go, lesbians."

It only takes a few minutes for Crewel to do a spell to conjure up a mirror that will take you all back. You walk through the mirror first, arriving back in the mirror chamber with your friends right behind you. Crewel walks in last, closing off the mirror immediately.

You sigh heavily then shudder, "Hope they find Evalin's Aunt soon. This is the second time the cops let someone get away."

You turn around and put your hands on your hips, "Today was really all over the place, huh? Not nearly as bad as last time, though!"

"...."The secret box is in the attic of the Statue of Liberty?" What does that even mean?" Jamil holds his hands up in defeat, "You nearly ruined everything in that seance. What even is the Statue of Liberty??"

It means you did find a secret box, but that's information you're keeping to yourself right now until you can talk to Crewel one-on-one.

"You never have nothing nice to say, do you?" You shake your head and roll your eyes, "None of us were injured, none of us were in any real danger, and none of us died. Uncle Morty was literally all bark and no bite."

You hold up a torn and crumpled paper with a sigil drawn with dried blood. "Uncle Morty's spell came from using this spell thing. I don't know anything about magic like you guys, but my intuition tells me that whatever magic this was, was completely incompatible with him."

"He was using that magic rune for everything," Deuce hums in thought, "We saw it when the basement got closed off. Do you think he used the same rune to do that?"

"Leyland people who are unable to use magic naturally, usually use potions or magical runs and symbols to cast spells," Crewel says, gently taking the paper from you to inspect it, "How strange, I've never seen this before..."