In a forest a sharp cry rings out as a group of grandmas go to town destroying a goblin village, killing and eating everything in their path.

It's a typical fantasy cliche.

But the grandmas are doing this with all the seriousness they can muster. They are going through every building and cutting down every goblin, making sure they don't leave a single survivor behind. All while making sure to be back in time to bake cookies for the grandkids.

This isn't a game or a joke, these old ladies are going around slaughtering goblins on the daily. They have become the apex predators, the true rulers of the forest, of their world.

One of the grandmas swings a pot at a goblin that was trying to attack her, the force of the blow knocking it into the wall.

The goblin slides down the wall, dead, its guts spilling out from the blow.

Another goblin tries to run, but is quickly cut off by another grandma. This one weilding a Rolling pin as though it was a sword, many goblins are trying to run, a few elderly female goblins come out of ahut weilding similiar weapons just cruder.

The elderly grandmas and grandmas battle, and the elderly grandmas easily overwhelm them.

Soon, the village is a slaughterhouse.

"Ah, there's more here than I thought. All we wanted was to get a few Bananaberrys for little Keiths birthday cake, who knew we would be shlaying" The grandma who was swinging a rolling pin stop speaking as her dentures fly out of her mouth.

"Oh no! I can't find my dentures!" she cries.

The rest of the group stops the killing, and starts searching for the lost teeth.

"Here, here they are" says a different grandma picking them up. Her knitted shawl having turned green from all the golbin entrails and blood.

She puts them back in the others mouth and adjusts them for her.

"All good?" the leader asks, the other granny nods.

"Alright, lets wrap this up and head home"

And with that the old ladies finish wiping out the village and continue their quest to search for Bananaberrys, the only thing capable of matching the sweetness of their love for their families.

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A few minutes of searching later the Grandmas exit the forest, as they enter town a cheer goes up, The villages had been awaiting the return of the grandmas, upon seeing the fruits of their efforts the cheers grow.

"Granma Delilah sure is a strong women"

"Where do you think she gets her strength?"

"That village ain't gonna be bothering anyone for a while"

And so ends another day in another world.

THe next day Granma Betty sets off to the shop in the town a smile on her face.

"Hoho~ I managed to kill a few more goblins yesterday. At this rate my grandson will grow up fine."

"Ah, good morning Mrs. Betty!"

"Morning...what brings you here at this time?"

The two old ladies, Mrs. Betty and Mrs. Rose chat as they start to walk towards the super market.

They are regular customers at the store so they see the same cashier every time. As they reach the front desk the cashier glances over at them.

"Ah, morning ladies....you sure are close together today, more money for the pool?"

He chuckles at his own lame joke as he rings up their items.

'Tch, no its for Keithy's birthday cake"

"We'll need more strawberries and bananaberries, but of course, why stop there. Oh, do you have a new fruit I should use?"

'huh, new one?......... no"

"Then, give me a good bundle"

"I need some sugar, flour and milk for the cake, I also need some chocolate candy"

"Yes I understand"

With everything they ordered together, it comes to 500 R and 50 S.

The old ladies share a sigh and split the payment for the supplies.

"But where were you girls off to this early?" The cashier asks out of genuine curiosity

"To give leonard a talking to about pulling Fillys hair, how rude can that guy get!" Rose says.

"You're not gonna like, uh, beat him up are you?"

"No? He's just some little sh-"

"Rose, manners"

"Don't you worry bout a thing."

The cashier looks on incredulously.

"Huh..."

The grandma's smile.

The cashier breaks out into cold sweat as he hands them the shopping bag.

"W-well then, Here are your items, please come again~!" Jerome watches as the two leave the store, he shakes his head as he thinks about poor leonard, "R.I.P, heres hoping Leo can survive the two mighty granny's wrath, though he kind of had it coming pulling, little Filly's hair like that..."

As he gets back to work more costumers step into the shop, a man with a green sweater who is in a hurry to grab a new pair of sneakers for his daughter, and his wife who's asking for a new spatula as theirs finally broke.

Once they leave again, Jerome sits down by his counter for a second. "Man, Im pretty sure Mrs. Betty has the toughest head-slap ever, ill save the price of a few bandages with that man there" he thinks.

Granny Debbie exits the store and promptly walks away from it. There aren't as many people outside in the early morning as she makes her way towards her home. The sun has risen and the light feels nice on her wrinkled skin. She returns home and like a women posessed begins making cookies and desserts, Around noon she slaps away a hand that hand tried sneaking a cookie out the window, all while still making pies and cakes.

Mrs. Mabel enters the 3d section a little bit past the time she was supposed to arrive. The students have waited a solid 15 minutes since class was supposed to start already. A cry rings out from the forest beyond the town, its a horde of monsters. Every one instantly thinks about how to clean the mess as the granny legion gathers weidling various things such as pots and pans to crochet needles they hobble forward at speeds only grannies could dream of achieving.

To be continued if this gets 100 veiws.