The Witch's Delivery

Reason To Move

     "Y/N, let me in!" She screeched, banging on Y/N's front door. Y/N's mother, Litsen, was rude, discriminative, and no matter what, it always had to be her way. No one knew that Litsen was like this. When Y/N was growing up, her family looked perfect. Her father, who's name was Alex, sadly passed away when Y/N was 7, and her brother, who's name was Liam, also sadly passed just two years after. No one knows what happened to either of them, but Litsen and Y/N.

     And so, with the third house being found, Y/N thought it might be in her best interest to stop owning houses and just rent a small apartment. She packed up, and found the a place for her to finally rest. The Woodland's Apartments! It got it's name due to how close it was to the woods, and how apart from the examination room, it's mostly wood.

     Apartment 1 on the third floor is the one Y/N had. She heard how the former couple, W. Afton, and Mia Stone had to move due to the doppelgangers in the area, but that hadn't caused her much concern. A simple fireball and she's alright. Though, she does need to keep her witch side a secret, considering that it's 1955 and most people would shun her for witch craft.

     Witchcraft wasn't something she couldn't control, she knew what she was doing. She hadn't been born with any magic, but after finding an old spell book that looks like it could turn to dust with the slightest gust of wind, she knew what she wanted to do from then on. From simple runes that manipulated the magic around her, to powerful runes that can wrap her in magic long enough for her to have amazing abilities.

    Though, sadly, magic just couldn't come naturally to her. Alongside runes, there were also stories inside this spell book. They speak of how ancient humans managed to harvest magic and make it a part of themselves, which is what eventually led to witches being born, though, they're hardly ever seen anymore. Y/N, even though the ancients could, she could not make the magic around her her own.

     After about a week, everything has been moved into her new home. Her cat, Duo, who she managed to create herself after three years of being very lonely, and is also somewhat magical, was about ready to murder Y/N for the amount of moving they had been doing recently. Her fur is half black and half white, the right side being completely black and her left side being completely white, split perfectly down the center of her cute little face. She has beautiful deep blue eyes.

     You know how I mentioned that she has magic? Yeah, she can divide herself into two cats. An all white one, named Devil, and an all black one, named Angel. Devil is the one that knocks everything over, and Angel loves to lay down and watch a good show on Netflix or Hulu.

    Y/N has successfully set up her bookshelves, couch, tables with fancy decorative vases that have her favorite flowers in each of them, her bedroom, and her bathroom. Y/N finally relaxes into the couch, after finishing setting everything up. Magic can really help a girl out.

     CRASH

     "Duo, what the Hell?!" Y/N looks over. Duo has managed to knock over an entire bookshelf. That's going to be fun to clean up. Lots of books, and shattered glass from some snow globes. Looks like Devil's the one in control right now. Did I mention that it's currently six in the morning? Y/N stayed up all night trying to set up her apartment.

     As Y/N gets up, she hears a knock at the door. She opens the door and sees a tired looking man with ruffled up brown hair that looks rather concerned. "Mmm, hi. Is everything okay in there? I heard a loud crash and some yelling." Y/N looks behind her, then back at the man. "My cat knocked over a bookshelf."

     Then, out of the blue, Duo darts out of the room. Followed immediately behind, Y/n is running at incredible speeds.  After just a moment, Y/N has Duo by the scruff of her neck, holding her up like a trophy. Duo is meowing aggressively at her, wanting to be set down. "Yeah, uh, sorry about that, and I'm sorry if my cat woke you up... She's uhm, chaotic." Y/N sets Duo down in a small kennel, where Duo, is attempting to eat her way out on one of the bars. It's quite clearly failing miserably.

     "Okay, well, I'm glad everything's alright, I'm going home, good bye." The man awkwardly shuffles away back to his apartment right next door, Y/N, is utterly embarrassed by her cat's actions. Y/N goes and lays down, forgetting to lock her door, and is immediately knocked out cold.