CINDERFELLA
Okay you guys! Nanasuka is back and here to send "Cinderella" flying in your face! Except this time, we bastardized it! Weiß style! :D So sit back, relax, and enjoy the insanity!
Starring:
Ken as Cinderella;
Aya as Ugly Step Sister #1 (Anastasia);
Yoji as 'Ugly' Step Sister #2 (Drizella);
Omi as Disgruntled Mouse Homie #1 (Jack);
Crawford as the Evil Step Mother;
Schuldig as the Fairy God Mother;
Farferello as the King;
Nagi as Disgruntled Mouse Homie #2 (Gus);
Persia as The Duke;
and Introducing
Ten as the Prince
Note: Ten is Nanaki's original character. It's a 'she'.
And oh yeah...
Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz belongs to Project Weiß and all associated affiliates, we do not own it or the characters (if we did, all Hell would break loose), and also, we do not, nor do we claim to, own Adidas, F50s, or any other Adidas-related merchandise; it is copyright and trademarked to it's respective companies. And now, without further adieu, teh storeh! :D
"CINDERELLA! God damn it! Mop these floors! They're so damn filthy!" screamed Bradmomma, pointing at the spotless floors in disgust.
"Yes, Bradmomma!" Cinderella said, and proceeded to sit where he was in protest. Why is Bradmomma ordering poor Cinderella around like this, you ask? Well, I'll tell you:
Once upon a time, there lived a crazy old guy and his wife. They wished for a child for a few years, and one day, their wish was granted. The wife had a lovely baby boy, but being a little gender confused (what the fuck?), she named him Ella. She died shortly after anyways, so that's not important.
Anyways, Ella grew up a happy little boy, even though his crazy father was constantly putting him in dresses and teaching him how to do all these girly things. Ella wasn't sure why all his friends at school were running around wearing pants and playing soccer after school (damn that looked like fun...) and he was frolicking around in a dress and learning to sing and dance. What the hell?! Well anyways, one day, his crazy dad found a new lady to marry; she had two children from her previous marriage. They got married, and shortly afterwards, our dear Ella was made to wear tattered rags and work like a dog around the clock, attending to his new mom and step-sisters' whims.
When he did catch a break, he would sit by the fire and get ashes all over his rags, earning him the name 'CinderElla'. He hated that name. Stupid bastards. It was bad enough his mom had called him something like Ella in the first place, but God damn! Now CINDER-Ella?! Well, he wasn't really in a position to complain, so he just sort of sucked it up.
"Cinderella! I said mop! Don't make me go postal on your ass like last time, because you know I will! I'll sic my cat on your stupid little disgruntled mice homies, I swear!" shouted Bradmomma, a scary looking angry vane popping out on his forehead. Cinderella's eyes widened in horror at the prospect of his precious disgruntled mice homies being reduced to Kitty Chow. He sprang to his feet and went in search of the mop. If cleaning a spotless floor was the worst he was subjected to today, then Cinderella considered it a good day.
Meanwhile, at the Palace out the house, down the street, through the town, on top of this really really big-ass hill, the King was sitting in his study, chewing on paper.
"You! Random servant!" shouted the King, "Yeah, you; go get my son." The random servant nodded and took off. It took a few minutes, but he returned with the Prince.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Ah, sonny-boy! So wonderful to see you--"
"Dad... what the hell. Stop calling me your son! I'm a woman! See? Boobs!" she said, motioning to her chest, which was not all that small. The King waved his hand dismissively,
"I'll not have you spouting such nonsense!" he said, slamming a hand down on the desk. The Prince rubbed his temples. How the hell did this shit get started? Well, I'll tell you:
Once upon a time, the King and Queen prayed for a child; preferably a son. When the Queen had a daughter and died a few minutes later, the King was damn upset, but decided not to let this minor upset get in the way of his plans for world domination! He raised his daughter as a man, even though she had every idea that she was actually a chick. She was taught arithmetic and science, and all that other fun boy stuff, and she was stuck playing soccer outside. Not that it wasn't fun or anything... but that wasn't the point. She was only stuck doing it because her dad was mental.
So, she gave up fighting him earlier on, but it still pissed her off when he called her his 'son' when it was so painfully obvious that she was a woman. And when people pointed it out, they got sent right to the gallows... poor suckers. But anyways, now that that's been explained, on with the story!
"So, you called me here because...?" she questioned, crossing her arms in annoyance.
"You're old enough now to start choosing a bride, so we're having a ball tomorrow night. All the eligible ladies in the country will be attending, and from them, you're going to choose a wife--"
"But dad! Woman! Even if I marry a woman, we can't have babies! There's no sperm involved in THAT union!"
"Tish tosh! We'll worry about the details later! I need to get you a wife though, or else you'll lose your standing as Prince and you won't be able to ascend when I die!"
"Dad..."
"Yes?"
"You're nuts!" she shouted, clearly agitated. The King waved his hand,
"Yes well... you're annoying! Leave now! I just thought it fair to inform you of my plans. So, be ready, because you're going to pick me a daughter-in-law!"
"...Eat me," she said, then turned and left.
And so... back at Cinderella's house...
By the time Cinderella had finished cleaning the spotless floor, his ugly stepsisters made their appearance. They were a couple of pieces of work. It was looking at these two that Cinderella realized why his father had married Bradmomma. Like Cinderella himself, his stepsisters Anastasia (the redheaded one) and Drizella (the blonde) were really men who wore dresses on a regular basis (except theirs were frilly and expensive and much better looking than his) and lived their lives as women. And with names like theirs, Cinderella suspected that Bradmomma, too, was gender confused as well. (And he had a sneaky theory that Bradmomma just might be a man, too)
Anywhoo, the Stepsisters weren't too bad looking, really, but what made them ugly (at least in Cinderella's book) was the fact that they enjoyed their crossdressing.
But anywhoo, they came down just as Cinderella finished his mopping and began ordering him around trying to get ready for something-or-other.
"Cinderella! Go fetch my coat. NO, not THAT coat you idiot girl, my GOOD coat. This WILL be a royal proclamation, after all!" screeched Drizella.
Cinderella's mouse homies were skittering along the baseboards and slipped through the crack in the door, listening to Bradmomma and his two 'daughters' discussing what was happening with this 'proclamation' do- hickey.
"When did the invitation arrive?" asked Bradmomma, snatching it from Anastasia's hands.
"Just a few moments ago! A steward from the Palace dropped it off. What do you suppose it's about?" he asked, clasping his hands together,
"We'll find out in a moment," said Bradmomma, quickly scanning the contents of the invitation. "Hmm... all eligible maidens are being cordially invited by dramatic gasp His Majesty the King and His Son to a ball another gasp tomorrow night! How wonderful! This is my chance to get even richer! Girls, you must do everything possible to get the Prince to choose one of you!" shouted Bradmomma, barely able to contain his glee.