Miss Queen B: This is a side project story that was inspired by the song, "Paint it Black," by the Rolling Stones. If you don't know by now, Scrapperton and Gyrus Krinkle are my favorite villains in the show so my two Oc's are base around them. Plus, I wanted to do a story using my other OC's instead of Haya since she always seems to steal the spotlight. Plus I wanted to do my own version on how and why Scrapperton and Gyrus Krinkle turn out the way they did.
Don't worry, the Hyper Force will appear in this story but like I said, I'm more focus on my two favorite villains. Besides, you don't see that many Villains stories in this section.
Other then that, like always, I do not own the characters of SRMTHFG but Bronze, Erik and Haya are all mine. Enjoy.
Chapter One
How It Begins
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and must have it black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black
"Paint it Black" by The Rolling Stones
Another day, another exam done for the exhausted seventeen years old as she open the door to her apartment and walk in with her backpack hanging loosely on her right shoulder. The apartment was a mess, there was smoke coming from the kitchen and of course, what day isn't complete without her two family members arguing.
"And I say you have to try it before making a decision" The once Lord Scrapperton shouted.
"And I say and I quote, "I hate spaghetti and meatballs," the young little cub shouted, "I'm not eating it"
The teenager also known as Bronze Metalline Scrapperton, took a deep breath, threw her things on the couch and calmly walked into the kitchen. The other two stopped dead in their tracks while she calmly went over to the stove and turned off the burner that was burning the sauce into a thick, black mess and fan the smoke from her face.
"Let me guess, you two were fighting and didn't watch the stove" she asked.
"It was his fault" Haya shouted, "I told him what I didn't like to eat and he made it anyway"
"You little furball, it's not my fault you're so picky" Scrapperton said, without raising his voice.
"Children," Bronze said, "I have a big assignment to do so I'll order pizza and put on a movie."
"Pizza . . . I guess that's ok," Haya said.
"Copy that," Scrapperton said, delightfully
While Haya ordered the pizza, Bronze settled down at her desk and took out a blank notebook. Scrapperton struggled to put in a DVD and wished he had his body back instead of being a head with crap-like robotic claws.
"I'm not being picky, I'm just making sure you get the order right, is that too much to ask," Haya said over the phone, "look, get my order right and get it here in twenty minutes or we're not paying a cent and if I find one trance of spit in it you're not going to make it home tonight." With that she hung up the phone and jumped onto the couch to watch the movie.
"What are you do now, my dear Bronzey" Scrapperton asked, jumping onto the desk.
"The College I want to go to wants me to write a biography about myself in a way to get to know the person behind the good grades and work" Bronze said, "but I don't know where to start"
"Oh, well that's easy, here right down everything I'm about to say, tick tock" Scrapperton said.
"You're not going to tell embarrassing stories, right" Bronze asked.
"Just write, tick tock" Scrapperton said.
Bronze rolled her eyes and opened the notebook to write, "go for it"
"I remember the minute you were born, it was the most wonderful day of my life"
"I don't think they want me to go back that far, Grandpa" Bronze asked.
"Write!" Scrapperton snapped causing Bronze to shut up and write.
"You were my tenth and last grandchild born and the daughter of my youngest son and that girl I didn't really like. I don't know why but there was something about her that didn't feel right and I believed it was because I heard-blah blah blah blah blah . . .
Bronze lost her interest in what Scrapperton had to say and wrote:
Like all good stories, one has to start with a beginning and here it is. I don't remember much about the day I was born so pardon this first chapter for not having much details but I can tell you what I do remember what my family told me.
Seventeen years ago . . .
"Congratulations, you have a healthy baby girl," the nurse said, handing the baby all bundle up in a pink blanket over to the father.
After ten hours and an endless amount of coffee, the father cradles his new born child while trying so hard not to cry. She had light color skin, black eyes and a patch of black hair on top of her head. Her eyes were shut tight and she let out a small little cry.
"What should we name her," The tired mother asked.
"I don't know, how about Rose," He asked.
"That wouldn't sound right with her last name," she said, "how about Pearl"
"No," He said, running his hand through his dark hair, "we better hurry, the whole family is going to be here soon"
The mother frowns, "That mean your father will be here?"
My mother and Grandfather never got along even before I was born. Grandpa never trusted her and often called her a "Gold-digger" because my mother would never socialize with my dad's side of the family because we were in the high-class society and would often spend a large amount of money a week on shopping and whatever she can get her hands on. It's funny what being rich could do to a person both good and bad.
In less than an hour, the entire family shown up to get a look at the newest member and like a basketball the little baby was past around to everyone while asking the new young parents her name. Finally, the little girl was handed over to the oldest member of the Scapperton family.
"There you go, Dad, your tenth grandchild," the young father said.
The old man, simply known as Scrapperton, stared at the little bundle of joy who finally opened her eyes and stared at him curiously. She made a little "goo" noise as she slightly grips one of Scrapperton's human fingers. He smiled, "she is very beautiful" Scrapperton said, rocking her gently. "What's her name"
Everybody turned their attention to the parents and the mother spoke, "We decided to name her Bronze Metalline Scrapperton"
"Oh, how adorable, you name her after a type of metal" one of the family members said.
While everyone crowded the new parents, Scapperton took a few steps back, "that dreadful woman, naming you after the worst piece of metal out there" he said then sighed and looked down at Bronze, "well, either or I want you to know something, my dear Bronzey, I can tell you're going to be something great when you grow up or even better a powerful and rich collector like your dear old grandfather.
Bronze scrimed a bit and went back to sleep.
Present day
"Did you get everything down, Bronze" Scrapperton asked.
"Everything" She lied and flipped to a new page for the next chapter.
Meanwhile . . .
"Erik, we call this therapy for a reason," The male doctor said, as he calmly waited for the sick teen to talk while tapping his pencil on the small notepad.
It was Thursday night and that means it was Erik's turn for the hour long, "man-to-man," therapy session. He's been in the Mental Institution for a month now and for the past therapy sessions, he would just sit there, not saying a word, but his name and waited for the hour to be up. Group therapy didn't work out so they thought maybe if he was alone he would finally talk.
Erik sat there, dressed in his light blue shirt and pants, with his name tag wrapped around his wrist and his famous light-blue messy hair and dark circle eyes. He sat near the corner of the room and stared at the wall.
"Erik, we can sit here all day til you talk, do you want that" the Doctor asked.
Erik, without moving a single bit of his body, slowly shifted his eyes over to the doctor. The room was empty except for two chairs and a suitcase that he knew had those tranquilizer needles in it, in case he went on another rampage. He's been good so far that they took off the straight jacket off, but he still has those days where he would have a sudden outburst and end up getting a needle jammed in his butt.
"How about I start then," the doctor asked, "Tell me about that little event that happened this morning"
Erik stared at him and said nothing.
"About how John mentioned the Monkey Team and you ended up beating him to a pulp"
Dead silence.
The Doctor sighs, "Erik, I'm here to help you get better and return you home to your family and friends"
That seems to spark something in the sixteen years old's head as his black eyes grew very wide and he ran his nails down the wall making a high pitch screech sound. The Doctor flinched a bit and wrote something down in his notepad.
"Family" he whispered, "I don't know who was worse, the monkey team or my family"
Sixteen years ago . . .
My Uncle used to tell me that I was an accident and will forever bring misery to my parents. And then he would laugh and tell me to go get him a soda. But anyway, I didn't believe him till my Aunt told me the day I was born.
"For the love of Shuggazoom get the kid out of me" A woman screamed in pain.
Outside the room, the woman's husband was pacing back and forth while biting his nails. Next to him, sitting in three chairs was his family. His old mother, his little teenage sister, Clover and the middle child, who was only twenty years old, Gyrus.
"Quit biting your nails, Ronnie, it's disgusting" Clover said, flipping through her Seventeen magazine.
"Well, sorry, I can't smoke in here," Ronnie said, "I've been trying to quit for the baby"
"Can I go home," Gyrus asked, only to get smack upside the head by his mother.
"We're not leaving until the baby is born," she said.
"We've been here for twenty hours, I tired and want to go home" Gyrus asked.
"You just want to upgrade that stupid Mom robot of yours," Clover said.
"She is not stupid, that's our Mother," Gyrus aid.
"That's not mom, idiot" the teen said.
"You need help, big time" Ronnie said.
"All three of you, shut up!!" the old woman said.
My dad told me one time that their real mom died when they were young and with their dad gone and no other family members available, they were put up for adoption. Their stepmother was kind enough to adopt all three of them and raise them with love and care. My dad and Aunt Clover grew attach to her, but Uncle Gyrus was a different story. Apparently, he was the momma's boy and couldn't accept that fact that his mother was dead so what does he do. Not the normal thing like learning to let go and move on and try to get along with the new mother, No, he ends up building an exact replica of his real mother.
My step-grandmother tried her best to get Uncle Gyrus to open up to her and tried to bond, but nothing work so she just gave up and hoped one day he would accept her. It never happened and after being around the Krinkle siblings for years and years she, too, became very bitter and hatful. That always seems to happen.
"I don't believe it, he's a week over due and thought it would be a good idea to make us wait for twenty hours" Ronnie said.
"You know you're talking about your unborn son, right" Clover asked.
"I know, I'm just under a lot of stress" Ronnie said.
"Well, you should be, being a father at such a young age," The mom said.
"I'm twenty-three" Ronnie said.
"That's young in these present days, normal and good children would go to college and start their career then maybe once they reach their thirties will begin their family" she said,
"Thanks a lot, mom" Ronnie said, sarcastically
There was a minute of silence when a nurse burst through the door where Ronnie's wife was in and shouted, "She's ready"
"It's about time" the mom said, grabbing her purse and her video camera.
"Whatever" Clover said, still looking at her magazine.
"Can I go home now" Gyrus asked.
"Shut up, Gyrus" Ronnie said, rushing into the room with his mother following.
The young Gyrus watched as the nurse pushed his sister-in-law out of the room on one of those roller beds with Ronnie holding her hand and his stepmother patting her forehead with a cold towel.
"Don't worry, honey, it will al be over soon" Ronnie said.
"I hate you, you did this to me, you no good (censored) !!" Ronnie's wife screamed
Clover started to laugh and elbow Gyrus in the ribs as they got up and followed them. Gyrus just rolled his eyes and had a desired need for a soda. For the next hour, Clover and Gyrus waited with a rather bored, not-caring expression on their faces. Clover asked Gyrus if he's ever going to move out so she can have his room and Gyrus answered her by saying he found a small house outside the city. It's been abandoned for years but with a little fix here and there it will be perfect for him to move it. Clover stopped listening after a minute.
Finally, the two siblings looked up when Ronnie exits the birthing room with a large bundle of lump wrapped in a blue blanket. He took one big breath and said only three words, "it's a boy"
Clover looked at him, "why is your neck red" she asked.
"My wife was choking me for basically ruining her life and freedom" He said, dully.
"You always ruin people's lives" Gyrus said, bitterly.
"I should be telling you that, Gyrus" Ronnie said.
"What's his name" Clover asked without taking her eyes off her magazine.
"I don't know, I guess Erik Krinkle with a "K"' Ronnie said.
"Why a "K," that's so girly" Gyrus asked.
"Yeah, and why Erik, it's bad enough we have Krinkle for our last name" Clover asked.
"Makes it more unique" He said, looking at his baby boy, "besides, I would rather have our real last name then being called Ronnie Donut"
The little baby boy had fair color skin and grayish-blue hair like his Krinkle family, but with his eyes shut tight they couldn't tell what color his eyes were. Ronnie sighs knowing he was now a father and that means no more late outings and being buried under bottles, baby formula and dipars, but his thoughts were shattered when Gyrus said the same sentence he's been saying for the last twenty one hours.
"Can I go home now". . .
Miss Queen B: One chapter down, many more to go. I hope you like it, please review.
Chapter Two: Rare Coins and Babysitting: Bronze is showered with love and gifts from her Grandfather while Erik is often left to be babysat by his crazy Uncle, Gyrus Krinkle.
See you then