Stuck in the Middle With 'chu

[lincolnmiller]

The thing about this stupid (Amazing) Pokemon game was the amount of time it ate into his life. At first it had been all yeah, just go exercise catch a few Pokemon and now, he was at level 27 and he only needed 20 more magikarp to get it to evolve. Which of course meant going out more. Which in turn led to more eggs and pokemon and- it was a vicious cycle that he was unable to break. Until now.

Now, being the fact he was stuck in the middle of doorway slowly freezing his butt off- phone battery long dead- as the Witch who hated her shop being a Pokestop- had taken revenge and stuck magical mistletoe above her shop door. Magical Mistletoe which meant he couldn't move until he was smooched. She was having great fun at his expense.

"This is just not- could you just- no? Okay, but at some point I'm going to need to and nope she's started laughing again. This is the worst." Lincoln muttered, sighing as he warmed his fingers and in particular his butt. "Note to self never piss off a witch."

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[bachjones]

"I'm ..." He couldn't even turn his face towards him. Jesus Christ, this was what he got for sticking his nose in to make other people more comfortable. Why the hell did he do that.

"Stuck."

[tothelighthouse]

Dylan stands there for a few seconds, not sure what to say.

"...shit?"

He looks around, trying to see if there's anyone else but him that could help. Literally anyone else would probably be better.

"I'm not really sure what to do about that. Can you move anything at all?"

[bachjones]

Bach tried, he really did. He tried to fall, tried to shake, anything, but nothing was going on. The guy in front of him was eyeing his mouth, and if this would have been another situation, Bach would appreciate it. But now, it was ju-

"Mouth?" he murmured. "Magic?" Eh shit, what else could he do? A spell? Where from?