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You begin going over the events of that last few days, and the Maid listens intently, her demeanor that of a dedicated servant. You explain your current predicament, needing to get into the workshop in order to reverse your condition with whatever you can find before your Boss shows up looking for a completed story on the castle.
"...so is there any way into the workshop. I know you said it's blocked, but, is there any other way it?" You ask, hoping the witch had a secret secondary exit. "Not that I've seen master, at least not one that you can access." She says, "There was an entrance in from the swamp, but it's been flooded and blocked off, the only way you'd be able to get in would be to unblock the passage in the castle. Would you like me to get started on that?" She actually looks very eager to do this, as if it fell within her normal duties. "How long would it take to unblock?" you ask. While it's would be great if she can clear the passage, you don't have long before you'll need to face your boss. "I am sure I can have in cleared in a week at most master."
"That's a bit too long, my boss..."
"Don't worry about that master, I can deliver your papers for you." She says, "After all, master shouldn't need to rush around everywhere." She smiles, looking positively joyful at having a master once more. "That's nice and all, but I don't think being visited by a ghost will really help the matter." You say, imagining how much your boss would freak out. "I can accommodate," says the maid, floating down to the ground before her translucent form becomes solid, "I used to run errands to the village all the time for my last master, he'll never know."
You swear that this is too good to be true. "Well, then I suppose it will work," you say wondering what else you need to do. "In the mean time master, may I suggest that you retire to the dining room. I will have lunch ready for you, and I'll see to preparing you some more comfortable clothing."
You look down at your skin tight coverings, feeling a bit embarrassed about how you're almost naked with how little the shirt does to cover your expansive middle. "Um... yes, that will be fine... what is your name by the way?" you ask, recalling that you had never asked it. "It's Mary, master."
"Yes... well, Thank you Mary." You say, and begin waddling to the kitchen door. Unfortunately, you are still several sizes too large. "Um... Mary, can you..." You ask sheepishly, "Of course master." She says, and gives you a push as you try to squeeze through, popping through after a moment of the ghost woman's unnatural strength. You begin looking for the dining room, hoping that it is easier to get into...
Written by Spots
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