Sweet At First Glance | Twisted Wonderland X Reader

1: A 'Great' Day

"No, no no...! Shhh...!" You hurriedly tried to shush Gretel as you stepped closer, not wanting your mother to come in and see this interaction. "I'm not, these candies are special ones, they'll make you more resistant to flames and heat." You genuinely add on, holding out the candies to the younger girl again, silently hoping that she'll believe you and take them.

Unluckily, it didn't seem she did as Gretel continued to back away from you. She changed her grip on the broom, holding the end with the bristles towards your body at an angle."Lair!" She hissed out, preparing to hit you with the broom if you tried to come closer to her. "You are vorkink vith zee vitch as zee vitches apprentice! You kan use magik!"

Letting out a sigh, you stand up straight, throwing the two candies off to the side where they dissipate into nothing, having no use now. "You can think what you like, but I was trying to help you." You mumble just loud enough for her to hear, before speaking properly, "But you should probably get back to sweeping before Rosina comes in from all the shouting."

Gretel's hold on the broom falters at that, but not even a second later the gingerbread door bursts open. Your mother stood in the doorway, looking very annoyed with all the noise she could hear from the kitchen.

"What's with all the ruckus?!" She demands, looking at both you and Gretel with a stern look. You freeze in place, straightening your posture up more as you face your mother, silently relieved the candies dissipated before she came in.

"I-I was just trying to get Gretel to help me get the biscuit tiles out of the oven so I can finish replacing the stuff she and her brother ate from the house's exterior." You quickly make up an excuse, silently cursing yourself for letting a small stutter slip out.

The candy witch clicked her tongue, turning her body towards Gretel as she dismissed you with a wave of her hand, having believed your excuse. "Well get to it then, I need the oven empty." She turned her head back to look at you again. "But don't take the girl with you, Y/N, I need her to help me."

You nod as the candy witch returned her attention to Gretel, waving the young girl over as you turned away. Moving towards the oven, you slip on a pair of oven mitts before you open the door. Leaning inside you take out the tray, the cookie dough now baked hard and ready to be used as replacement tiles for the consumed bits of the roof.

Placing the tray down on the butterscotch counter, you took off the oven mitts, moving away from the counter as you let the new tiles cool. You approached the room you could hear your mother in, moving into the room to stand at the back.

Gretel was clutching the broomstick close to her chest, stood beside the candy witch, albeit slightly behind. Hansel was holding out the bone we'd given him days ago, the witch feeling it along thinking it was his finger.

Her face scrunched up, increasing the already large amount of wrinkles along it, as she spat into the hearth. "This is taking too long, I can't wait another day!" She yelled, turning away from the cage. "The boy will be my dinner tonight no matter how thin he may be!"

Hansel's face paled as he looked at Gretel, fear evident on the younger sibling's face. The pity you had felt for both wasn't as strong as before, however, it was still quite powerful.

"Girl, follow me," Rosina demanded, moving towards the kitchen and gesturing for Gretel to follow. Gretel trailed behind her, looking a slight bit like a lost puppy, although a much more scared one. Giving one last fleeting glance to the boy locked in the cage, you followed after the two.