Chapter 18: Let Your Trauma Do the Tango
"Excuse me? I am a literal goddess! You should be grateful I’m even in your presence. My very existence blesses this place."
Granny Plops coughed a cloud of cabbage smoke. "Uh-huh. Then why do you hide behind that piss boy like he’s your emotional support?"
Majestria opened her mouth. Closed it. Then glared at Finn.
’She does have a good point,’ Finn thought. ’Why does she hide behind me when I’m shorter than her? How does that even work?’
Granny leaned forward, all wrinkled menace. "Come on, goddess. Tell me something real. Something you never told anyone. Something that itches under your skin."
Majestria clenched her jaw. She stood in pure silence for a long, heavy moment... and then crossed her arms.
"Absolutely not," she snapped. "I am a goddess. This is beneath me. I shouldn’t have to—"
SNAP.
Clemothy’s wings shot open. Its eyes glowed like demonic laser sights.
The chicken launched.
"OKAY, OKAY!!" Majestria screamed, ducking as Clemothy dive-bombed her soul.