This is a story request I received by a special individual…so bear with me.

The prompt provided was: A spell goes awry and all knees are backwards, chairs are obsolete and soccer fans are crushed.

An old witch lived just outside of town, and like in most towns, they didn’t believe in magic unless they needed it. So she spent most of her days working in silence, tending to her home and feeding her little woodland creatures.

Occasionally she’d get the knock on her door from someone who needed something or wanted something, be it beauty, a lover, or money.

This time was no different.

The broom by the door fell startling her, she glanced at the large black cat who was unmoved by the noise, guests are on their way!” She clapped her hands excitedly picking up the broom and sweeping the floor by the threshold.

A group of young men approached the door, all daring each other to knock, they finally shoved the new kid against the door, and before his fist could reach the door she swung it open. They stood before her, a small wrinkled and pale elderly woman.

“We need help.” The man voice shook trying to seem brave, “we know we’re going to lose this game…we need a leg up.”

The old witch nodded and turned on her heels digging through her cabinets, climbing on her countertop trying to find something that could help them. “AHA!” She exclaimed, grabbing the vile of colored sand and showing it to the boys.

“Listen carefully, too much of a good thing can go very badly, pour a little bit of this on the other teams shoes, just a pinch in each shoe is enough. This will give you the advantage you need.”

The boys snatched the vile from her hand, dropping the cash they brought onto her floor and ran out.

The old witch sighed knowing this couldn’t possibly end well.

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The young men figured they knew best and poured more of the powder into the uniforms of the opposing team. Then, tossed it towards the trash, these are soccer players, not basketball, the vile missed and landed on the floor beside the trash can.

They ran to their locker rooms to get ready.
The water boy of the opposing team found the vile and figured it was some sort of energy supplement the other team had left behind and decided he’d do them the favor and added it to their water tank.

Proud of his little good deed he ran back to his team to prepare for the game.

This was one of the biggest games of the season, two countries were facing off against each other and it was almost time for the game to begin.

The opposing team dressed in their gear slowly struggling to walk out towards the field, all trying to figure out what was wrong with them. Still unaware of what had happened.

The home team laughed as they approached, hydrating themselves prior to the game and passing around cups in preparation for the massacre they were expecting to give their guests. They could tell they were slower, and that all of them were a bit wobbly, but were still unsure as to how the vial had affected them.

Then it was there turn to run out to the field, they too noticed they were struggling to walk towards the field…the youngest lifted his shorts looking down and realized,

“Our knees are on backwards! Why are our knees backwards?” He screamed in a panic realizing the other team had noticed the same, “the witch said only a little, and we put too much, what are we going to do!?” He attempted to sit at the bench but found it was impossible.

The referees discussed amongst themselves, unsure of how to handle this situation but there was nothing anyone could do, both teams were ruined. The fans were infuriated, both countries could no longer play soccer, it was game over.