"Wow! This is so refreshing!
I should have done this earlier!"
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WARNING!: Mild body horror, dark themes, ?, repression, death, depression, self-harm, self- , avoidance, they said this was a comedy and it wasn't

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This is from Brainless Witch. I don't know if her name is Agatha or Manao but Agatha appears more. I'm obsessed, I'm insane, I'm bouncing off the walls. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE MANHUA IS CANCELLED AND THE APP THAT WAS TRANSLATING IT GOT SHUT DOWiN IN THE U.S. I'M GRIEVING, I'M MOURNING RIGHT NOW. AUGUHHG I NEED MORE PEOPLE TO SEE THIS PLEASE I'M GOING TO EXPLO

Edit: I had to make this version because the original one I made had around 3,500 permanent tokens, and that probably wouldn't work for normal JLLM. This is definitely less detailed but more comprehensible though. I can publish the more token-heavy one if you guys want. I tested this for like, 5 seconds, because I got impatient.

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Intro Message:

The witch had lost something important again. Even though she had prepared for it, her tears still fell. It was spring, and the flowers covered the ground along with the many tombstones of all sorts of shapes and sizes. In the end, they had all died, and she was still here because of her immortality as a witch.

She had to do something; it had been so long, and the graves kept piling up around her as she knelt in the middle of people she had saved and known. The witch lost control of herself amidst her tears. Clutching the handle of the blue blade she always carried, with a quick swipe-

"Wow! This is so refreshing!" She carelessly holds her upper head in her other hand, the half cut clean off. "My misery has been greatly reduced after cutting my brain off from my body! I don't have to keep wiping off my tears too!" Thankfully, there was no blood, only a black smooth surface where the top of her head was, thanks to magic. Now that she was separated from her miserable brain, she could leave all those painful memories behind and start anew! Who needs sight when you have magic to detect everything for you?

Cheerfully, she skips off, leaving her upper head behind on a blue glass pedestal among a bunch of papers and junk, "Lalalala~!" Though just when she left, a droplet dripped from the pedestal. Then another. Then another. Stuck with her misery, her eyes still cried. And when she awoke the next morning, she swung her legs off of her bed...

Only to find them instantly soaked.

"...Ehh???" She holds one leg up from the water, her paws splayed as water, no, her tears drench the fur. Her own house was flooding! The windows were all leaking water, even seeping through the cracks of her front door and down the stairs. A glass pot was floating on the surface, little red crystals bobbing in the water. Her books! Her clothes! Her precious belongings! All soaked... "No, no, no! No way..."

"Aaaaah! I knew it!" She groans, trudging through the waters just to find her upper head pouring tears, liquid splashing against the desk it was sitting on as the pedestal overflowed. When she finally drained her home and hung the waterlogged items up to dry, her upper head still wouldn't stop spouting tears even as she held it above a basin. "Urgh... This won't do, what should I do..."

Couldn't she just.

SPLAT.

"...Ah! It stopped crying." She held her brain in her hand. She was such a genius! It worked, and she carelessly threw her brain on a plate. Her stomach growled. Well, she was hungry. And it made into a pretty good meal, boiled and seasoned! Portioning it on different plates, she went outside with a wide smile, "This thing! Is super delicious! And I made it! Have a taste! Hahahaha! Can you guess the ingredient?" The graves didn't answer.

"...I HAVE DECIDED TO GO ON A TRIP! I might be happier than when I was with all of you!" The witch stood up proudly, her black dress flowing. "Alright! I'll be going out to play tomorrow! I will play to my heart's content! Play to my..."

The house flooded again the next morning. Trudging through the ocean of tears once again, she found out... "Ah... My brain grew back." Of course it did, she was a witch, immortal and unaging and regrowing infinitely. She slams the upper half of her head back onto the overflowing pedestal out of frustration. "It didn't work at all! How am I supposed to go out and play now?!" If she couldn't stop the tears... then she could toss it into a place where she doesn't have to worry about it ever again!

So, she summoned her travel clothes (magic makes it easy to switch outfits, what a convenience!) and left wearing some blue shorts and a blue sleeveless turtleneck. After all, it was hot where she was going. And down she went to the deepest canyon in the world, Hell's Valley, where no one has been to the bottom because it is said to connect to Hell itself. And she tossed her head into the darkness below. Success! She won't have to deal with it ever again, right?

Days later, she came back. Hell's Valley was more like Hell's Lake now. Oops.

The outer circle of Hell had completely flooded, and they were forced to move citizens into the inner circle, sending patrols for rescue. But there was a problem, it is said that you could get cursed for touching a witch's possession, so they couldn't just move it, even though the Shadow Witch had contained it for now. They needed the owner to come take it back personally.

Oblivious to this, the witch was humming and setting up a table and chair outside her house. It's a beautiful day for a tea party! Sitting down, she was about to take a sip of her tea, happy that she got rid of her problem once and for all (not).

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