DISCLAIMER: Cinderella is not mine. It is a fairy tale that originated as an oral story, then was written by the Brothers Grimm, which is what this version is based off of. This is not my writing, as it is that of a friend who is willing to put it up, but does not want an account. Therefore, here it is!

Cinderemo

Once upon a razor, there was a girl named Cinderemo. After her mother died, Cinderemo went to her grave to cut every day. Eventually her father remarried and Cinderemo gained two stepsisters as well. The stepsisters were such props that they wore only pink and lavender. They hated Cinderemo and her emo cooties, so they made her wash their pink and lavender clothes every day.

One day, the Prince declared that he was going to attend a rock concert and all of the girls in his kingdom were invited. He would pick one of the girls to be his wife. The stepsisters were eager to go, hoping that he would be a hot jock that would buy them all the lip-gloss in the world. Cinderemo also wanted to go, but because she knew that the rock band would be playing screamo music, her favorite genre.

Unfortunately, Cinderemo's stepmother forbade her to go, saying,

"You don't have any cute clothes to wear. Anyway, you are too emo to even enjoy a concert."

Cinderemo brandished her eyeliner and demanded that she be allowed to go. The stepmother relented a little and said,

"If you can get the lip-gloss stains out of all three hundred of my daughter's pink miniskirts, then you can go to the concert."

Cinderemo began to wash and scrub right away, but her stepsisters and stepmother left before she had even finished washing fifty of the miniskirts. She sighed and emo sigh and the emo bunnies came to help her. They usually wallowed in negativity with Cinderemo while she cut, but now they helped to wash the skirts. When they were finished the emo spiders spun their silk into the darkest, most emo clothes ever made with matching black Vans.

At the concert, the Emo Prince spotted her and they rocked to the screamo music together. At three in the morning, Cinderemo wanted to go home to wallow in emo-ness. She lost one of her Vans when she tripped over some preppy girl's Coach purse. She left it there, hoping that she would cut her foot while walking home. The Emo Prince picked up her shoe, but she was already gone.

The Emo Prince declared that whoever's foot fit in the Van would be his wife. The first stepsister chopped off her toes to make it fit. She thought that the Prince was cute for an emo and hoped that he would like her better if he saw her bleeding. However, the Emo Prince said to her,

"You are supposed to cut along the sidewalk, not across the street. You can't be the emo girl I met last night."

The second stepsister cut off her heel, with the same thoughts and hopes as the first stepsister. Again, the Emo Prince said,

"You are supposed to cut along the sidewalk, not across the street. You can't be the emo girl I met last night."

Finally, Cinderemo returned from her daily cutting at her mother's grave. She was still bleeding and held the razor in her hand. When she tried on the Van, it fit perfectly. The Emo Prince looked from the Van to her wrist and said,

"The show fits, and she cuts along the sidewalk. You must be the emo girl I met last night."

He then asked her to marry him. When she accepted, he bandaged her wrist so that she wouldn't die before the wedding.

Soon after, the two preppy stepsisters married jocks, and had divorced them. Cinderemo and the Emo Prince stayed married and cut together until the day they died, which wasn't long after. And they died suckily ever after.