Gilbert!" The name was hollered out by such a young & innocent voice that Gilbert automatically knew who it was. Unfortunately for the person who was calling, said man was not keen on the idea of waking up today.
"Gilbert, you know we need to talk." The voice complained. Gilbert sighed knowing this person would not give up until he got what he wanted.
"Vat is it?" The said "Gilbert" groggily said still in bed with his eyes closed
"Can we try to find at least the 3rd?" The voice said. At this simple phrase Gilbert's eyes snapped open as he sat up to look at the origin of the voice, wotch was at the end of his bed. This action revealed a small boy in black & red PJs staring at the other with hopeful innocent eyes.
"You know vhy ve cannot do zhat." The older man said with his strange accent.
"Can we not try?" The young boy said. He also had an accent but it was a normal every day one, heck, even one of the queens had it! But that is not what Gilbert was paying attention to in the young lad's voice, no it was the hint of hope sprinkled with a sense of lonely. Gilbert could see how the younger one could be lonely seeing as there is only the two of them when there should be four. It gives an air of emptiness around the house that was made for four.
"You know vat it takes to find ze zhird, Peter. The man lectured while the boy labeled "Peter" put on a dramatic face of hopelessness. So Gilbert continued, "But if you think ze awesome I can't pull it off zhen you thought wrong!"
In a kingdom there was a beautiful blue, black, & white castle decorated with the most elegant pieces of clockwork. Many would assume everyone who lived here would be happy & carefree, but that was not the case.
There sat what appeared to be an eighteen year old boy with wavy hair that reached about the middle of his neck & a few defiant little hairs that formed a curl in front of his face. He had the most hypnotic blue eyes that had a purple tint to them. The table was silent, as usual, as the queen dranked his tea reading the newspaper & often looking at his oversized pocket watch. Yes, the queen here was a he, & a very grumpy one at that. The King on the other hand was digging into his unhealthy breakfast & the Jack was nowhere to be seen.
"Can we do something today, brother?" The said boy asked in a whispered voice. This caused both the King & Queen to jump a little as their eyes jump to look at the boy.
"Ha-ha. I didn't see you there, Matthew!" The King said in his loud, boisterous voice. 'You never do.' The boy who we can correctly assume is Matthew thought sadly. The King went on,
"I'm sorry bro I got a lot of hero business as the King & hero but maybe another day." Matthew sighed, this was always his answer. He wanted things to go back to the way they were before, before his brother was "King Alfred of the Spades Kingdom." They played ball all the time, sure Alfred through hard & Matthew was not & how would really good at catching so it would usually hit him, but he loved those time. But going back to the past is impossible.
Gilbert rubbed his head, frustrated he had the plan, it was just the disguises. Everyone would recognize their clothing, not to mention their horns! Well, if they do get caught they can just run. Maybe he will just improvise.
The plan was simple, they go in to the closest kingdom, look around at the people, probably find nothing, & come back home. A win, win. But that was before he looked in the mirror. He had already changed so he was wearing his black leather jacket with the joker symbol on it that resembles a demon, with a red shirt underneath. Also, no one wears skin tight black leather pants & knee high red boots. Anyone would look at an albino, white hair, red eyes, & pale skin, he had it all. But the most eye catching thing about him was his fury red horns that were pointed down, his red, demon twitched & there was yet another thing to think about.
"Can we go now?" Peter asked as he walked in, no long wearing his PJs. A little black, joker cap on his head (except the ends were not exaggerated, just enough to cover his horns & most of his blonde hair) with a little white joked symbol clip on it. A red handkerchief was tied loosely around his neck & a black hoodie, with a white joker symbol on the bottom left, covered his red shirt. His pants weren't skin tight but still tight with black dress shoes. His thick eye brows furrowed over his sea blue eyes as his smooth black tail twitched furiously, he was so impatient.
"Ze awesome me vas just vating on you!" He exclaimed with a proud smile, making it look as if everything would go just fine.
"Alright! Then let us go!" Peter shouted as he ran up the stairs to the outside world. Gilbert quickly followed once he climbed out he saw the young joker running ahead toward the Hearts kingdom. 'Just great,' Gilbert thought 'if anybody was going to recognize him it was in the Hearts kingdom.' He looked back at his underground home, wondering how long it was going to be before he saw it again. He then ran to catch up with his comrade.
Back at the beautiful blue castle, Matthew had just silently left the table to repeat the daily pattern that occurred in his life. He was heading to the library where he would read until noon, the servants would bring him lunch & he would eat it, then go back to reading until 6pm where he would head to dinner, eat, & ask his brother about the day, where his brother would go on a rant about how heroic it was and then the Queen (Arthur) would yell at the King & lastly, he would silently go to bed.
As Matthew opened the large door to the library he looked around to see large stacks of book lying around & 15ft tall book shelves circling the room, each had a plethora of books missing. This is just the way he left it. You could call him a sloth but after doing this for years he gave up trying to clean it every night. He went to the bookshelf where he last left off & reached for a book when he notice a slim stack of papers wedged neatly in between the book he was about to grab & the one to the right of it. He quickly ignored the other book & reached for the papers, once he pulled it out & looked at it, he was in awe.
The picture contained the handsomest man he ever saw. It had a man with white hair, red eyes, & pale skin, he was an albino, Matthew was sure of it. The clothes contained a black jacket with a weird sign on each sleeve with a red shirt underneath. The black pants where so tight it made Matthew blush a bit. Then at the bottom were quickly scribbled red boots.
Matthew was so intrigued he scrambled around the paper to find information. At the top in bold it stated, "Beware the Jokers, Kings of Trickery & Mischief!" Matthew wondered what could make anyone think this man was so dangerous until his eyes registered the furry red horns, the red tail with a triangle on the end, the mischievous smirk, & the carefully detailed evil glint in his eyes. Then it hit him, his brother would always complain how his brother would complain about how the Jokers would always mess things up.
Matthew wanted to learn more so he flipped the page where he saw a young boy who had an outfit a lot like the Joker on the previous page; he had a mini jester hat covering his horns, a black shorter & smoother tail. He had blonde hair, sea blue eyes, & eyebrows a lot like Queen Arthur. He continued reading & figured out that the Joker on this page was just named Peter, no last name, & the Joker on the previous page was named Gilbert Belschmidt. Belschmidt? The last name sounded familiar, it would come to him later so he just continued reading. He figured out demons are demon-like creatures, completely unpredictable & can match any ranking. They do work for countries rarely but to be careful because they are usually just working for themselves. He learned there were two when this was made, it looks pretty old so who would know? The last thing he read about was that Jokers are runaways or those who are banished from a kingdom. Then he heard a knock on the library door.