King of the proctors

As Yurika roamed the town, she came across a theatre. "Heh? Live performance? Wonder if it features folks from the drama club," she thought as she entered.

The play being shown was known as "The proctor". It was a whimsical take on the historical witch trials that took place in the United States in the late 17th century. At the time, magic wasn't as widespread, but following the execution of a certain individual wrongly accused of witchcraft, magic rapidly spread and became the norm. That wasn't all as following the trials, the story then shifted to modern day where a young man bearing the will of the executed individual decides to become the greatest wizard ever and be dubbed, "King of the proctors". 

It was as cheesy as one might expect, but for the experience, Yurika decided to go for it. Paying for the ticket and a tub of popcorn, Yurika sat and watched as the scene opened in 17th century America. 

"Here ye, here ye! Gather round, for the next round of witches are to be hung!" a portly man proclaimed.

Actors dressed as townsfolk gathered as a line of chained persons were marched up to the gallows.

"Margret Toad, Shunsui Jabberwok, Moran... Moran... Ye all be guilty of witchcraft and refuse to confess your sins. To that, you are all sentenced to the noose!"

Some cheers rang out as the three were lynched, but others were somber-faced. This shit had been going on for too long. Nearly half the town was dead or in prison, yet the accusations of witchcraft, many with poor backings, just kept coming.

"And our final hang of the day... JAN PROKTA!"

On cue, the guards hurled Mr. Prokta himself out of the "jailhouse", destroying the wall in the process. The poor man was bruised and bloodied from the impact, yet the guards didn't give him a chance to run, nor did he want to run.

"Bullshit. You think I wield magic thanks to the lies of my ex maid? Bitch only hated me because I realized cheating was wrong and refused to make her preggers!" Jan yelled as he was dragged along.

Unlike with the first three, not a single person cheered as Jan was hauled up to the gallows and had the noose tightened around his neck.

"Oh, Janny, Janny, you had so many chances, yet you refused to confess, spat in my face, now you're getting hung, oh and your heirs won't be getting your property," the constable sneered.

"As if I'd want them to live in this shithole of a town."

"Oh do keep talking, we've got plenty of rope to hang you with."

"Better keep enough for yourselves! I'm cursin' you all! You hate magic so much, well you'll all get magic! Magic will be the norm, and know what that means? YOU'RE ALL GONNA BE WITCHES N' WIZARDS!"

And with a furious kick to the ass, Jan found himself dangling and gasping for air. A few seconds later, he went motionless.

"As if. Ravings of a mad wizard. Now, someone bring me the feed so the crows will come n' devour him," the constable scoffed.

A guard nodded, but as he held out his hand, the bird feed bag suddenly flew towards him.

"WHAT THE FUCK!? A WITCH!" someone cried as they pointed their finger at the guard.

Yet the hysteria continued as a fireball burst forth from the person's hand and flew towards the guard.

"WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" the constable cried.

but as the townsfolk panicked, they soon all came to realize they all could suddenly wield magic, even the constable himself.

A grin slowly spread on Jan's face. "Enjoy the gift of magic... fuckers..."

And with that, Jan Prokta was dead.

"No! You heathen! How dare you!" the constable cried in anguish.

No sooner did he say that did some men in uniforms approach from stage left. "We're from overseas. We heard there was a witchcraft issue here a few days ago," one stated.

"Yes... Prokta. He cursed the town, spread his magic to all."

"H- He did? Then... is that why London's suddenly amass with magic!?"

"What!?"

As the narrator soon foretold, it wasn't just this colony that was filled with magic, but the entire world. "And thus, our world became one of magic, thanks to Jan Prokta."

The scene then changed to a modern town in the countryside. Three scruffy looking men encircled a farm girl, cackling as lightning crackled from their long fingernails.

"Heh, heh, she gonna be good meat. Thick thighs, thick thighs..."

"Big boobs."

"Big boobs! Yeah, wait, does she have em?"

"You're getting senile- Oh."

Though the role of the farmgirl was played by multiple actresses, today the one playing her just so happened to have more of a flat chest compared to the others. Unfortunately, that had began to mess up one of the ruffian actors, and possibly the show as the farmgirl was getting ready to deliver some off-script retribution. However, in came the main star to save the day.

"What do you think you're doing to that girl!"

"Who the hell are you!?" one of the ruffians cried.

"JAN! JAN B. PROKTA! I'm gonna become king of the proctors!" the man shouted as he blasted the three ruffians with lightning.

The show continued without a hitch and eventually, the curtains closed and the performers came out to take a bow.

"Well that was a great way to spend some time. Hmm, it's late, wonder if there's anything else interesting that's open," Yurika thought as she headed out.

With the midnight hour close at hand, most places were beginning to close. The pachinko parlor was not one of those places though.

"Guess I got some pocket change... Nah, shit's rigged probably. Might as well just buy something at the convenience store," Yurika sighed as she turned down the alluring flashing lights of the pachinko parlor.

"Ah, not going to gamble? What a shame."

Yurika cocked her head to notice two men standing behind her. One was short and scruffy with thin greasy black hair lining his balding scalp, while the other dressed more like a Victorian era noble complete with powdered wig.

Yurika attempted to ignore the two but the Victorian man quickly clamped his hand down on her shoulder. "We saw you leaving and just had to warn you. Curfew is a thing, even for an adult in college."

"You teachers or something?"

"You wish!" the short man cackled.

Yurika attempted to leap away, however, the Victorian man's hand still dug into her shoulder. "Ngh, my... My body..."

"Feeling sleepy? What a shame. You should have stayed in bed. There's molesters out and about this time of night. Two dangerous ones in fact have said not have been caught yet," the Victorian man sneered as Yurika began to lose consciousness.