After a phenomenally different beast of a day this had been, all the Princesses found themselves rather spent. They had been at each others throats all day long and though cattiness behooved royalty, there was also time for feigned civility and tea, yes, tea.
They gathered together and sat around a lovely table, where cakes and refreshments were promptly brought out by the Palaces staff. Relieved, they took a seat and started to relax, chatting amicably with one another about other things that didnt involve the demise of a fellow Princess. All was well and happy.
Out of nowhere, a curious appendage poked out from below the skirt of one of the Princesses dress. At first, no one took notice, busy with stuffing their faces with food and a well-earned rest from that high-tier bickering. But then, one of the Princesses caught a glimpse and gasped loudly.
Christina Mackenzie! What is that! Under your dress!
Another shrieked loudly, a spontaneous reaction. IS IT A SPIDER? IS IT A FUCKING SPIDER?!
Christina Mackenzie waved a dainty hand, dismissing all of these unladylike behaviours, Now, now. There is nothing untoward, my fellow darlings! Please! You are all behaving rather unbecoming of your stations!
But before even the sentence was finished, another tentacle emerged!
WHAT THE HELL! One of the Princesses jumped onto her chair and decided to stand atop of it.
Pop. Pop! POP-POP! More and more tentacles came out! As they did so, Christina Mackenzies body was also changing shape
and girth. She grew and she grew and then she was too heavy for her chair and she rose upwards, gaining size and glee as she announced her true self to the Princesses!
BEHOLD YOU SKINNY TWATS! I AM THE TRUE QUEEN! THE WITCH UNDER THE SEA!
She lifted her arms high, intent on striking her enemies with her black magic when her tentacles slipped into knotted mess under her, bringing her to fall face first onto the ground.
The Princesses were still for a moment before one of them started to giggle rudely in the background, robbing the Villain of her moment and gravity. Embarrassed, the earth opened up underneath her and swallowed her up whole in a matter of a flash, taking her away from our Magical Kingdom and dumping her back in that other world, where everything is 100% less magical and 100% more ordinary.
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Christina Mackenzie falls upon his rear-end and finds himself in a filthy latrine, underneath a single, swaying, dying light. He groans as he feels the brunt of the fall upon his bum and sits up gingerly. The floor is beyond help and the smell that surrounds him is not safe for human olfactory senses. The sound of persistent buzzing flies nearby attracts his attention to a smear of human waste that had missed the toilet bowl. By his side is a spilled bucket of cleaning water, smelling strongly of detergent, and a ragged, wet mop.
He stands up and catches a glimpse of himself upon the dirty mirror. His name tag says Christina Mackenzie clearly. His reality returns to him. He remembers now. Hes a janitor.