A commission purchased by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/greycait, featuring a character by the name of Trevor and a very mischievous witch

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A low groan rolled from the woman’s lips as her eyes studied the contents of the notice that she had received. Due to an approaching storm her power was going to be cut to reduce the risks of electrical accidents. This was effectively a 24 hour warning to collect any needed supplies and bunker down until the storm passed. Realistically she had been given closer to 12 hours to get her shit together given how long it took for the notice to reach her doorstep. Despite its urgent status the mailman simply couldn’t be bothered to kick into gear and get this vital information to people in a timely manner. This left her in quite a pickle. Or it would have, if she were a more typical person. Chances were that most of the nearby shops had already sold out of candles and the easy meals that didn’t require cooking in order to be made edible.

Thankfully she had alternative means of keeping herself in a more comfortable situation. Alternative means and a very naive apprentice that would be all too eager to help her in this “dire” time of need.

“Trevor, dear. I’ve just been informed that the power will be turned off due to an upcoming storm. Care to lend me a hand in setting up the house?” The Witch voiced her inquiry to her sweet, naive little apprentice. An apprentice who seemed all too eager to lend her a hand with anything she might request. What came next was the eager pitter patter of helpful intent as Trevor came trotting into the room.

“What do you need me to do?” Trevor inquired, curiously peering towards his mentor with an energetic look in his eye. The Witch could not help but smile faintly as she looked at him. He was cute. He was so innocent with his intentions. Completely unaware of the fact that her intentions were not quite as innocent. Not cruel. Not malicious. Yet far from innocent.

“Oh, nothing difficult. I’ve got a box of candle holders up in the attic. You can’t miss it. First box on the left once you’ve climbed up - it's made of mahogany so it stands out~ Be a dear and fetch the box, then set those candle holders up around the house. Put them anywhere you think a candle would provide some benefit in the dark.” The Witch explained, her smile remaining soft and affectionate all the while. The man immediately turned as if to go and fulfil her request.

“Set up the candles. Got it~!” Trevor hummed, attempting to start towards the attic - only to find himself stopped by a bit of the Witch’s magical influence.

“No, no, dear. Not candles, candle holders. All the candles up in the attic have been selected to fulfil very specific magical uses, I can’t afford to waste them just to light up the house.” The Witch clarified, having found it particularly necessary to make it clear that her apprentice was not to touch her candles. This only appeared to confuse the man.

“Not much use in a candle holder if we’re not putting candles in them, now is there?” Trevor questioned in a nearly sarcastic manner, only to pout a bit as the woman proceeded to wave her finger towards him in a sort of scolding motion.

“You underestimate me, dear~ Those candle holders are magic attuned to myself. I don’t need to waste any candles to provide some light. Any room I enter, a magic light will follow. So I’ll never be in the dark.” The Witch explained, clapping her hands together once as her smile broadened. She did enjoy educating her apprentice in the ways of magic. Especially when she allowed herself some room to be mischievous by not providing him the more important details. That would come later, and it would make for a wonderful learning experience. Appearing to have understood her clarification, the male offered a nod and turned back towards the task at hand. This time, the Witch allowed him to make his way to the attic to fetch the items she had requested. He dared not fetch any candles. Just a beautiful mahogany box full of equally beautiful candle holders. Luckily for him, he succeeded in getting these valuable items down from the attic without tripping and dropping them. Additionally, he discovered upon opening it that the mahogany box had some sort of magical spell on it to allow it to hold more than its intended capacity.

The box was small. Taller than it was wide. One might expect to find maybe a dozen small candle holders inside. At first, that was all Trevor saw. Twelve candle holders of identical design; that quickly multiplied to a total of ninety-six candle holders. All ninety-six of them appeared to be made out of bronze. There were some decorative carvings present in them that resembled flowers or possibly strands of wheat, but it was honestly hard to tell. Not to mention pointless. No one of sound mind should be getting their face close enough to a candle holder to see whatever design there was that had been carved into the metal. Especially if the intention was for a candle to be burning in it. Given the excessive number of candle holders that had been in the box, Trevor found his chore much easier to complete. He could literally put more than ten candles in any intended room if he wanted - it wasn’t as if his mentor lived in a mansion with forty rooms.

Still, he refrained from going to any extremes. Kitchen, main room, bathroom, bedroom, spare rooms. He put three to four candles in each room to assure that regardless of where the Witch may go, she would have magical candle light to follow after her. The excess candle holders were carefully returned to their proper place in the mahogany box. After which he set out to see if he could locate his mentor - who he did eventually find in the kitchen setting up some magic appliances.

“I’m all done setting up the candle holders, Ma’am.” Trevor stated, offering a broad smile as he relayed this information to the Witch. The Witch, in turn, turned away from her task to flash the man a smile of her own.

“Excellent~!” The hummed, turning back to resume her task, her smile never fading.
“I’m just setting things up here. Putting a few spells on the oven and fridge to keep things running even when the power goes out. Why don’t you go ahead and help yourself to a reward for all you’ve done? I’ve got a box of candy on the table. Take your pick~” She added, continuing with her spells and hexes for the sake of assuring that all components of the kitchen would be kept in a functional order. She was effectively providing her appliances with a magical but artificial energy to run off of once the power went out. Everything definitely looked more complicated than it was, the task was just time consuming. Requiring her to stop every so often to assure that her appliance had taken to the magic well. Trevor, meanwhile, wasn’t one to turn out a treat when it was offered. The box was easy enough to spot once he looked for it.

“Wax candy?” Trevor inquired upon picking up the box, having noticed what sort of treat he had been given permission to help himself too.

“Oh, yes~ It's one of my favorites. Perfect for a little lady who wants to watch her sugar intake.” The Witch hummed in turn, going so far as to run her hands down her sides as a means of calling attention to her feminine figure. The male offered a bit of a face at this but took a moment to read the details on the back of the package. A low sugar, surprisingly high fat candy made of beeswax, flavored through natural extracts. The candies came shaped like little candles or flames and for some reason came in flavors reminiscent of popular scented candles.

“Cedarwood?...” Trevor commented, a note of audible disgust or uncertainty present in his voice as he did so. The Witch replied to the commentary with a laugh.

“Unfortunately for you, that’s my favorite~ So there isn’t any Cedarwood candy left in the box. I think the berry-citrus is all out as well, so you’ll have to pick between the ginger-mint and the cinnamon.” She hummed, glancing over her shoulder to flash an amused grin at the man. At this, Trevor reacted by pulling open the box of candy and selecting one of the greener looking pieces on the assumption that it was the ginger-mint flavor. The dark red ones had to be the cinnamon ones, right? That made sense. The texture of the candy proved rather unique. Very waxy, obviously, but not in a way that created an unpleasant mouth feel. In a way, it was like chewing on very dense gum. Every bite was like chomping down on a fresh piece of gum, so it was... Crisp? A verbal description of the mouth feel would prove difficult. Either way, the candy was surprisingly pleasant. To chew on at least.

The flavor on the other hand proved incredibly intense in a less appealing way. That first bite flooded his mouth and nose with the scent of mint and ginger, which ultimately led to him being able to taste it. As a candy, it was not good - but trying to view it as a breath mint made it easier for Trevor to choke it down. Even if he wished he could have thought of the excuse to spit it out.

“That was a bit strong...” Trevor uttered quietly, visibly wincing at the intense taste that lingered on his tongue. Wincing further as his mouth began to feel unbearably waxy as a result of the candy.

“Was it? I suppose I should have warned you about that. Those candle scents don’t quite work well in a hexed candy~” The Witch uttered, her smile only growing as she watched her apprentice’s eyes widen in response to what he had just been told.

“What was that?...” Trevor inquired, eyes narrowing as he stared at the woman - who only continued to smirk at him.

“Hexed candy, dear. The easiest way to get a magic candle for the candle holders is to just turn someone into it~ Cheaper to get the ingredients for a hexed candy than it is to get the ingredients needed to make the candle. Not to mention how tedious it is to actually make the damn thing.” The woman explained, walking over to the man - who now stared at her with a look of absolute betrayal.

“Why would you -?!” Trevor started to speak, seemingly intent on demanding some sort of explanation from the Witch, only to find himself distracted by the sudden changes overtaking his body. A strange sort of heat flooded his insides. A heat intense enough that it forced him to break out into a sweat. Only, he wasn’t sweating “sweat”. What began to spill out from his pores could only be described as melted candle wax. Everywhere from his hands to his feet became coated in a layer of melted wax, which quickly hardened enough to take on that typical white color associated with a candle. But the wax only continued to spill from his pores, seeping out through cracks beneath the first layer to create additional layers. As much as he would have wanted too, he couldn’t even speak. Wax poured from his mouth whenever he tried, resulting in him making something of a scared gurgling noise as his body underwent this bizarre transformation.

“No need to panic, Travor~ The process looks more dangerous than it is. Your body will convert to candle wax. That fire you feel inside of you will eventually light the wick upon your head, or wherever it may happen to appear. Don’t be surprised when you shrink, either. You have to be able to fit in the holders.” The Witch explained, taking a seat at her kitchen table to watch as her apprentice was magically transformed into a candle. Despite having calmly been told he was in no danger, it was still alarming to see his body slowly transitioning from flesh to wax. His skin shifted from a glorious chocolate shade to one reminiscent of a porcelain doll. Excess wax dribbled off of him and onto the floor - much to the apparent annoyance of the witch. His excess mass was apparently converted into excess wax. Wax which he hoped she would have a very difficult time cleaning up for doing this to him without his permission!

Bit by bit the man shrank. Bit by bit he observed as his body lost its unique shape. His legs disappeared into the growing mound of wax, possibly fusing together in the process.The mound of hardening wax only grew around him - the heat within him growing in intensity all the while. Until suddenly a light lit up behind his eyes for a brief moment. At which point the majority of the heat faded, leaving just a warm spot atop his head. Over the course of a few minutes he had transitioned from the shape of a man to the shape of a candle. His now miniscule body was made of nothing but wax - hard enough to maintain its shape, but somehow soft enough that he was able to move his somehow still intact arms.

“Is it over?...” Trevor found himself suddenly able to speak once more. A revelation which came to his relief. He would have hated being trapped as a sentient, semi-mobile candle that couldn’t at least voice how he was feeling.

“Hm, more or less. I’ll just have to move you to a candle holder and we’ll be all set~” The Witch hummed, holding up a large knife that she must have retrieved while the man was distracted by his transformation.
“Now, do try to keep still. I promise this won’t hurt - it’ll just be terrifying~” She hummed, kneeling down upon the mostly set pile of wax so that she could slice Trevor out of it. Despite having been told that he would not feel any pain and that he would just feel afraid, the man could not help but flinch and try to escape the knife that approached him. Anyone in their right mind would attempt to evade a knife being brought towards their legs! Or in this case, what little remained of his legs. A very unhappy sound escaped him as he was casually cut off of the giant pile of wax and lifted into the air like the helpless candle that he was.

“I don’t like this...” Trevor grumbled, voicing his unease with the situation as he was carried over to one of the candle holders and set inside of it. Somehow, he fit perfectly in the part that was meant to hold the actual candle. The melting wax which gradually dribbled down his sides only acted as a means of sealing him in place.

“I’m sure you do. And I’m sure you’ll hate having to scrape all of that wax off of the floor once you’re back to normal.” The Witch stated, only to laugh at Trevor’s resulting outburst.

“What?! Why do I have to clean it?!” Trevor blurted out, waving his wax arms about in a fit of anger as he glared up at the woman. Whether he realised it or not, his sudden rage had only made the little fire atop his head do a little ploof as it nearly doubled in size and intensity.

“Well, it's your mess. You’ll obviously be the one to clean it up.” The woman stated, sounding rather smug as she turned to head head back over to her oven. Though, now it seemed as though she were getting ready to make herself something to eat while she waited for the power to go out.

“But you’re the one that did this to me!” Trevor replied in turn, only to go into a silent state of confusion for a moment as he suddenly found himself in a different part of the kitchen. He had gone from a candle holder nearest to the door to a candle holder right next to the stove. He had just experienced a very jarring “blink and everything changes” situation and he most definitely did not like it.

“Even so, you’re the one who made the mess~ Besides. It's your job as the apprentice to do all the shitty jobs I don’t feel like dealing with. That means you get to be a magic candle until I remove the hex, and once I do, you get to clean up all that wax and melt it down to make some proper candles... And probably sell them to reimburse me for that candy you ate. Ginger and mint might not be the most popular scent, but I’m sure there’s a market for them.” The Witch stated, only further adding to the annoyance of the man turned candle as he glared at her from his place near the stove.

“You’re such a bully...” Trevor grumbled, crossing his arms and attempting to twist his wax body in a way that would allow him to face away from her. Had he actually had a spine, the resulting position probably wouldn’t have been possible for him.

“Hmm, that I am~ But you agreed to deal with me and all of my little quirks when you signed up to be my apprentice. So don’t pout about it.” The woman hummed, setting her collected cooking items upon her stove. Not that the candle-man could tell what those items were, due to the fact that he was trying to ignore her.
“If anything, you should be grateful! I’ll be teaching you how to make those wax candies once you’re back to normal. But I’ll warn you that if you ever use them on me, I’ll turn you into something much worse. Like a toilet plunger.” She added, going out of her way to poke the candle in the back with her cooking utensil as she spoke. Such only coaxed a tired sigh out of the candle-man. This was going to be a rough few days. Or weeks. Knowing how Emma was, she would be purposefully leaving him in this state for longer than required. Simply because she liked to pick on him.