Once the cauldron had been stirred, the last of the ingredients put in and the brew stewed to perfection. Ruslan Zaporozhets was confident putting this last bit together, to have the best chance at success at finding this wonderful, big titty goth GF. By all accounts this should have worked. Meticulously following the instructions and the order of rituals, Zapo was all kinds of excited.

However what rose from the murky, greenish, blackish, brackish depths of that cauldron was not in fact a raven haired, buxom, dark magic appreciating partner. Instead a near mirror image stood tall and lanky, mercifully clothed as well.

The Ruslan Zaporozhets from this other universe was almost everything that the original was not. He was 6'4, he was lighter, clean shaven, and brandished rings from the likes of Buffalo, Hamilton, and Texas upon his fingers. He stood with a hawkish, withering look of arrogant confidence no doubt buoyed by his unending success.

Taking in this sight was a shock for Ruslan and has left him with many questions. The man in the cauldron simply smirked and sank below the depths, returning to his own world.