🎶 ❝ I admit that in the past, I've been a nasty... They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch... ❞ 🎶

The sea witch finishes the last touches on her makeup and rubs her hands fiendishly together...

❝ Looks like it's almost time for Ursula to take matters into her own tentacles! ❞

“And let’s not forget the importance of 𝘽𝘼𝘼𝘼𝙃-𝘿𝙔 𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙐𝘼𝙂𝙀, 𝙃𝘼𝘼𝙃.”

“Forgive me, I can’t help being a theatric.”

The sea witch snarked as the steam from the cauldron began to shift and take shape. Like the images in the clouds, they would manifest illusions; visions of the yesteryear into one clear picture.

“A long time ago, and this was far before you were -

“Nevermind that.”

Ursula held up a dismissive hand, and already her attention was on the various bottles on the wall. Ingredients rarer than diamonds, and only a short handful were dumped into the center of her cauldron. They’d settle with a heavy hiss.

“Time to uphold my end of the deal.”

“Just steer clear of my crazy sister. Now, 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 a handful…..”

The sea witch utters underneath her breath. It’s not like she needs to know about that hag anyways. Black sheep of the family and all.

…What was her name again?

“Hah…”

She laughed humorlessly. The very thought of it was absurd. Ursula seldom believed in things as idealistic as true love or endings wrapped in a neat little bow. And she especially didn’t believe in Triton.

Yet, the girl was not lying.

“Doesn’t sound like him. Stubborn as an hammerhead…”

“Can’t blame a girl for trying.”

A quick eye-roll. It was just the same as dropping a coin in a wishing well. Trying her luck one more time. The girl had grown smart. It’d be expected from her tribulations at her hands—… tentacles.

“I’ll tell you a short snippet then in exchange for the rundown -

-

“I tell you my 𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙧, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩, and you tell me about your bright future, your ha-pil-ly ev-er af-ter.”

The sea witch spat, with drips of bitterness and sarcasm in tow. At the very least, that would entertain her some. Or at least get the mermaid’s gloating out of her system.

“Quite frankly. I don’t have the means.”

The sea witch explained, combing her hands through her hair, focused on her looks more than anything. Though it was clear anger was repressed under that calm expression.

“Old Triton has more power in his palm than I do in a hundred bottles.”

“Dead? Down the river? 𝘽𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙝’𝙙?”

She pops her lips after giving them a healthy dose of beauty products before resuming her gaze to the little mermaid in her mirror.

“You’d be surprised what a bit of magic and darkness mixed together can do for your health.”

/ / Yeah, I just wanted to clear it up for people who’d think she’d just come at you like this.

/ / Fun fact. Ursula actually can walk on land, and pretty easily too. She’s just really B I G .

“Take a wild guess.”

“High regard, you say? 𝙈𝙝𝙢𝙝𝙢-…”

Ursula rubs her hands together. Whatever legacy she’s left behind, now she’s just got to see it with her own two eyes. Her vanity wouldn’t allow otherwise.

“Perhaps I might drop by…

Say hello to my admirers…”

“You’re speaking to the wrong witch, child. I’ve played these games before.”

“…Uahahaha-hahaha….

𝑩𝑾𝑨𝑨𝑨𝑨-𝑯𝑨-𝑯𝑨𝑯𝑨𝑯𝑨𝑯𝑨…!”