(Chibi knows exactly what he’s doing. Mara absolutely does not.)
Mara sits on the cold stone steps of a Viennese side street,
breath puffing in tiny clouds,
her glittering dress stuffed under a winter coat that doesn’t help at all.
Chibi arrives
dragging a small, battered spellbook
bound in red leather
and covered in claw marks
that were definitely not there yesterday.
Chibi (way too excited):
“Mara… look what followed me home.”
The book shivers.
Actually shivers.
Like something inside is stretching.
Mara:
“Chibi…
I don’t think books are supposed to breathe.”
The clasp snaps open —
not magically.
More like it was kicked from the inside.
A gust of warm air rolls out.
Warm like a chimney.
Warm like a furnace.
Warm like something big and horned
sniffing the cold world outside.
Chibi flips the first page.
A drawing of a towering creature
covered in iron chains
and winter-black fur
stares back at them,
its red eyes glowing beneath heavy horns.
Chibi (whispering, thrilled):
“Behold… the Krampus.”
The next page:
a sack tied with sinew,
moving from the inside
as if the children in it haven’t finished screaming.
The next:
Krampus footprints melting straight through snow
into cobblestone.
Mara pulls her knees to her chest.
Her voice trembles.
“M-maybe we shouldn’t read this one.”
The book rattles.
Hard.
Snow jumps off the ground.
Chibi grins —
that grin that means
something is about to go very, very wrong.
Chibi:
“Mara…
this one doesn’t curse you.”
“It collects you.”
The final page unfolds by itself.
A map of Vienna appears —
old, hand-drawn ink
marking alleys and narrow streets
they both walked this morning.
A single red X pulses
right where they’re sitting.
Mara:
“Chibi…
that’s us.”
The chains in the illustration begin to drag.
Very softly.
Very real.
A low growl rolls out of the book,
deep as a church cellar,
hungry as winter.
Chibi closes it quickly.
The sound stops.
Mostly.
The street falls silent.
Too silent.
Mara squeezes his hand.
“Merry Advent… I guess?”
Chibi:
“Oh, Mara… it’s not Advent.”
“It’s hunting season.”
🜍 KRAMPUS! — Witch Girls Magical Minutia #7
A creature older than Christmas.
Bound to Kringle.
Punisher. Collector.
A perfect chaos-in-the-snow supplement for Witch Girls.
❓ If Krampus marked the street you’re standing on…
would you run, or hide behind Mara and hope she glows enough to distract him?
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