the-magic-was-inside-you
Original: the-magic-was-inside-you on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Girl: Auntie! After I realized the locket you gave me... it isn't magical.
Auntie: The magic was in me all along!
Panel 2:
Auntie: Are you out of your mind?
Panel 3:
Girl: Fully half of the girls in that race won lockets designed to show them that the magic was inside them all along.
Girl: They can't all win!
Panel 4:
Auntie: You win because yours is actually real. I mean just look at the other girls' lockets/ they all have pink rhinestones or little silver charms.
Girl: Yours has that locket eye that never stops crying blood.
Panel 5:
Girl: Yeah.
Auntie: I guess I'll keep believing it, then.
Panel 6:
Girl: Technically, it now makes you.
Votey:
Girl: Where'd you get this anyway?
Auntie: A consignment shop of DOOM.
Girl: Auntie! After I realized the locket you gave me... it isn't magical.
Auntie: The magic was in me all along!
Panel 2:
Auntie: Are you out of your mind?
Panel 3:
Girl: Fully half of the girls in that race won lockets designed to show them that the magic was inside them all along.
Girl: They can't all win!
Panel 4:
Auntie: You win because yours is actually real. I mean just look at the other girls' lockets/ they all have pink rhinestones or little silver charms.
Girl: Yours has that locket eye that never stops crying blood.
Panel 5:
Girl: Yeah.
Auntie: I guess I'll keep believing it, then.
Panel 6:
Girl: Technically, it now makes you.
Votey:
Girl: Where'd you get this anyway?
Auntie: A consignment shop of DOOM.
Alt text
A six-panel comic. A young girl confronts her aunt about a locket. The girl explains that she realized the locket isn't actually magical, and the aunt insists 'The magic was in me all along!' The girl, exasperated, points out that fully half the girls in some race won lockets meant to teach them the magic was inside them all along, and they can't all win. The aunt argues the girl's locket is the real one because, unlike the other girls' lockets with pink rhinestones or little silver charms, hers has a locket eye that never stops crying blood. The girl resignedly agrees, and the aunt says she'll keep believing it. In the final panel the girl deadpans, 'Technically, it now makes you,' implying the sinister bleeding locket now controls her. Votey: The girl asks 'Where'd you get this anyway?' and the aunt, wide-eyed and unsettled, replies 'A consignment shop of DOOM.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.