Chapter 15: The Accidental Glitterpocalypse
Just when I thought life in Sparkle Hills had returned to its regular chaos—if there even was such a thing—something even more ridiculous was on the horizon. It started like any other day: Glitterpuff happily rolling in piles of glitter near the bakery, Snoofles plotting another “cupcake rescue mission,” and Fluffbuns flying around, keeping tabs on all the village gossip.
But then, it happened. The Glitterpocalypse.
It started when Glitterpuff decided to try something new: making a giant glitter snow angel. Normally, Glitterpuff’s glitter-explosions were harmless, albeit a little messy. But this time, something went horribly wrong. Glitterpuff, in his enthusiasm, dug into the glitter pile with such force that a crack appeared in the ground beneath him, releasing a strange, glowing purple glitter dust into the air.
“What… is that?” I asked, watching in horror as the purple glitter cloud swirled above us like some magical storm.
Snoofles, bouncing in excitement, shouted, “It’s glitter magic! We’ve awakened the ancient glitter gods!”
I stared at him. “The what?”
Fluffbuns zipped down from the sky, looking more panicked than usual. “Oh no! This is bad! Really, really bad!”
I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What now?”
Fluffbuns flitted around nervously, her wings buzzing. “That purple glitter—it’s from the ancient Glitter Vault! Legends say that whoever disturbs it will unleash the Glitterpocalypse! The village will be drowned in glitter forever!”
I blinked, trying to process that. “Wait, wait—forever? Like, permanently covered in glitter? Isn’t that already… kind of the case?”
Fluffbuns shook her tiny head. “No, no! This is different! The purple glitter is supercharged! If we don’t stop it, everything will be buried under layers of glitter so thick, we’ll be trapped!”
Snoofles, still bouncing happily, said, “That doesn’t sound so bad! I love glitter!”
I shot him a look. “You wouldn’t love it if you were buried in it.”
Before Snoofles could respond, the purple glitter cloud started expanding—fast. It swirled higher into the sky, and as it grew, small tornadoes of glitter began to form, picking up speed and spiraling toward the village.
“Great,” I muttered. “Now we’ve got glitter tornadoes.”
Fluffbuns zipped over to me. “We need to stop this before it spreads! We have to find the Glitter Keystone!”
I blinked. “The what?”
“The Glitter Keystone!” Fluffbuns repeated, frantically waving her tiny arms. “It’s the only thing that can seal the Glitter Vault and stop the Glitterpocalypse!”
I sighed. “Of course there’s a magical keystone involved. There’s always a magical keystone.”
Glitterpuff, still obliviously rolling in the purple glitter pile, let out a contented roar, sending another plume of glitter into the air. Snoofles cheered him on, completely unfazed by the looming disaster.
“Alright,” I said, clapping my hands together. “Where do we find this keystone?”
Fluffbuns paused mid-flap, her tiny face scrunching up in thought. “Well… the legends say it’s hidden somewhere in the village, guarded by a mysterious glitter beast.”
“Another glitter beast?” I asked, glancing at Glitterpuff, who was now attempting to make glitter castles. “Aren’t we already dealing with one?”
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Magical Girl?! But I Was a Dude!
HumorAfter an untimely death involving a banana peel and some bad luck, an average guy finds himself isekai'd into a new world. The twist? He's been reincarnated as a frilly, sparkly, gender-bent magical girl! Armed with an oversized bow, a glowing staff...
