Soul Touch

You eye the page and wait, when theirs a gap in the fire, you look to your hand and watch as it pulses with dark green energy.

You thrust your hand into the container and you can hear the unfocused screams of the various parts coming alive.

They fuse themselves together and climb out from the container, now appearing to be a large candy golem, several voices cry out and being commanded by so many souls, it attempts to do everything at once.

The result is the golem standing in the middle of the lab twitching and muttering as it move around with seemingly no goal in mind.

Things aren’t looking good when suddenly Princess Bubblegum focuses fire on the golem and the various spirits vying for control of the mass become unified.

The golem charges towards the princess and raises its fists up high and attempts to bash her but her weapon blocks the blow, resulting in the weapons destruction.

She stumbles back several feet and presses a button on her wrist and seemingly vanishes.

Both you and the golem look around, attempting to find her when suddenly the golem flinches and swings around wildly, trying to strike something it cannot see.

This happens again and again, her focus is on the golem, giving you enough time to flip through your grimoire again.

“The Astral Projection spell, no, The Cause Depression spell, no, dimensional gateway ritual, no… where is it….?!”

Finally you land on the true sight spell, you recite the words and cover your eyes with one hand, in the darkness you can see her aura.

The golems leg is cleaved off sending it sprawling and the leg melts into multicolored goo.

You cast the Gravity Bash spell, extend your arm, your palm facing up and close your grip and the princess is yanked off her feet and hangs in the air before you.

You jerk your arm forward and she is sent flying into the back wall of the lab, she leaves a indent on the wall before she drops down to the ground, her invisibility fading.

Your golem writhes on the ground for a moment before you cut the cord on the souls that haunt the form, it too melts.

You are feeling a little drained by now, you pant softly and your mind aches, the princess staggers to her feet as you lean on a counter for support.

“Give… up…. Your plan went plops, it’s over” you say trying to regain your center of gravity.

“I get…… that you need to use the mystical hoodoo to feel like you know what your…. doing but you have NO idea what your talking about” she says grabbing her weapon, a sword like device that seems to vibrate softly.

“BEST case scenario you guys keep selling basic medicine and trinkets under the guise of magic….”

“Worst case? You guys donk up so big that Ooo is plunged into another dark age, Betty Grof already opened an inter dimensional gateway to summon GOLB in a misguided attempt to cure a mentally ill man with MAGIC!”

“No way, I’m not gonna sit back and watch you goobers destroy all of reality for your ego or for a few coins!” She charges her sword held high, her movements are slow and staggering.

You’ve not regained your wind yet, when she gets close you snap your fingers and shout “SNAKE BELT!” As your belt unwraps from your waist and dives at her face.

She’s caught off guard and her momentum send you both tumbling back onto the cold floor of the lab, your belt goes still and she tosses it to the corner of the room before collapsing back into the floor.

You both pant softly, a lull in combat taking the forefront as you both stare at the ceiling.

“We know what we’re doing you know…..” you say turning your head to look at her.

“I’ve not had a full nights sleep in months, you know why…? I’ve been studying, every free moment I have, learning spells, rituals, anomalies and otherworldly events…”

“You can study a book on puns for years but that won’t change what the subject is…. A joke” she says a bit of venom lacing her words.

“Alright then, where did you come from…?”

“What..?”

“If anything and everything can be explained by science, where did you come from?”

“I was born from the mothergum”

“And where did the mothergum come from then?”

“It…. Was a product of The Great Mushroom War and evolution” PB says.

“That can’t be right, if you radiate an orange every hour of every day for a million years, the orange doesn’t come to life, it just becomes irradiated” you say.

“So…. what? your saying it could only be the product of magic then? Your saying that just because time and radiation alone can’t make something sentient it must be magic?” She says somewhat indignant.

“Nah… my point is, if the single most gifted scientist of our lifetime can’t even trace back her own lineage using science then how could they also rule out magic as a factor?”

She sighs softly and stares at the ceiling before saying “Fine….. I’ll leave you guys alone…. But do me a favor and try not to cause anymore apocalypses, ok?”

You stand and help her up “eeeeehhh we’ll think about it, see you around PB” and with that, you open another portal and step through it, ending up back in your study.