I recently re-watched Rapunzel because in chamber orchestra we're playing Antonin Dvorak's New World Symphony. Various parts of the symphony were used in many parts of this Barbie movie. I didn't tell my orchestra teacher that I knew most of the parts of the Symphony because I watched a Barbie movie, because that would be a little weird haha. Half-way through the movie I decided that it would be fun to write a different version of the story based off of Barbie's Rapunzel if Rapunzel was a boy instead of a girl. Not entirely sure why that idea struck me but eh, I'll just go with it. There isn't much romance, there's more fighting and maybe some occasional swearing throughout this story.

Chapter 1.

"Robyn? Robyn! Come here this instant!" Gothal's impatient voice never ceased to intimidate the mousy fifteen year old.

"Coming milady!" Robyn hollered and shoved the book he had been reading under his bed.

"Be careful Robyn, take care will you?" Hobie hopped over to Robyn's leg and patted the adolescent's foot reassuringly.

"Don't worry about me Hobie, I'll be fine," Robyn gently patted the rabbit's head and smiled softly.

"Hey! Don't I get a hug too?" Penelope whined and crossed her forelimbs with a big-eyed puppy pout.

"Of course, I'll never forget about you Penelope," Robyn laughed wholeheartedly and wrapped his arms around the purple dragon cub's torso. However after a few seconds he felt the air being crushed out of his lungs.

"Ah-Penelope, can't breath," Robyn wheezed.

"Oh-oops. Sorry Robyn," Penelope smiled sheepishly and freed her human friend from her embrace. The young dragon was often unaware of the strength she possessed, but nevertheless Robyn enjoyed her company. She was a sweet and caring loyal friend. The same could be said for Hobie, whom was always concerned for Robyn's well being.

"ROBYN!" Gothal's screech resounded throughout the manor and caused Hobie's ears to flatten as he covered them with his paws.

"I should really get going," Robyn dashed out of his bedroom leaving his two and only friends looking after him sadly.

"The poor boy, I really hope she doesn't turn him into a rabbit like me," Hobie muttered to Penelope.

Once Robyn was in front of the two looming wooden doors, he paused for a few moments before cautiously knocking the door twice.

"Come in," the sorceress' voice pierced through the wood like a well calculated stab by an experienced fencer.

Robyn pushed the doors open and walked into the *Great Chamber*. Sitting upright on her grand bed was the sorceress Gothel herself with her pet ferret draped over her shoulders like an expensive fur shawl. Otto's thin tail swayed back and forth in a hypnotizing manner like a snake warning an animal with its dance of death. The sorceress' cat like eyes narrowed at the sight of Robyn and her mouth drew into a tight line explicitly displaying her distaste.

"Close the door behind you," she sniffed and waved her hand.

Robyn turned around and shut the doors which closed with an unsettling thunk.

"Ooh, looks like someone's in trouble," Otto sniggered. If Otto wasn't furry nor had four limbs, Robyn could have sworn the ferret was some sort of cold blooded reptile.

"Come here, boy."

Robyn's heart slammed against his chest and continued to pound mercilessly as his feet took him to Gothel's bedside. Every step towards bed was like a step towards hell. The sound of the heels of his boots clunking against the cold wooden floor didn't help. Robyn miraculously managed to maintain a composed expression.

"So tell me, boy, what is this?" the sorceress picked up a familiar paintbrush and a tube of paint from her dark ornate nightstand.

Robyn felt all the blood drain from his face. He cursed himself for forgetting to hide his meager art supply Penelope had given him as a souvenir from a nearby town. The paintbrush and tube of paint must have fallen onto the ground when he trying to cram the box containing his art supplies into the tiny cupboard in the pantry before Gothel returned to the manor that morning. Otto must have found them laying on the ground, because the ferret's face was stretched into a triumphant smirk while his black eyes glittered maliciously.

"I-I..."

"Spit it out!"

"I was painting," Robyn wished that the ground would swallow him up whole, because the look on Gothel's face was absolutely horrifying.

"YOU INSOLENT BOY! YOU KNOW THAT PAINTING IS FORBIDDEN!" and with that, Gothel hurled the paintbrush and the tube of paint with such brute force that the paintbrush snapped into two parts when it hit the wall and paint from the tube spattered onto the floor and the beige wall.

"I'VE CARED FOR YOU WHEN YOU WERE AN ABANDONED BABY AND THIS, THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?" the sorceress' voice thundered threateningly and the air surrounding her crackled with green sparks.

"Despicable human being," she hissed and Robyn felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up when Gothel raised her hand. He scrunched his eyes closed and balled his hands into fists. He knew all too well what would happen next. Robyn barely felt his body being levitated off the ground, he was used to this treatment. Then came the first blast. The blond had to bite down on his tongue to prevent himself from shrieking due to the shear pain he was undergoing. It felt like a million deadly sharp needles were impaling his skin everywhere. Unsatisfied with Robyn's lack of reaction, Gothel brought her hands above her head and exerted more force into the sparking green lighting striking the adolescent. Finally the pain was too much for Robyn to bear. He let out a strangled scream and his body contorted with pain. Robyn wasn't sure how long it lasted, he honestly didn't care. It felt like a millennial of excruciating pain before he was finally dropped onto the floor.

Robyn vaguely remembered Gothel ordering him to leave her room. He attempting to stand up and stumble out. He grasped onto the doorknobs with great difficultly. Suddenly, the doors flung themselves open and Robyn felt some invisible force shove him onto the ground, out of the room. The doors slammed shut and Robyn was left sprawled on the crimson rug, which did not aid his fall at all. His vision was already distorted from his punishment, but he noticed the hallway he was in was growing darker and darker by the moment which was strange because it was still midday.

"Ro..Ro," two distant voices called faintly as if the two entities were half a mile away.

Everything went black.

Author's Note-January 31, 2015:

I apologize for any historical inaccuracies since this story's based off a Barbie movie... and I'm not entirely sure as what time period the story was supposed to take place... so I guess this story will take place in an alternate universe! Please feel free to give constructive criticism :). I promise the story will get less dark as it progresses (well, that is if you don't include the last chapters). I truly hope you'll enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it! I'll try to update as much as I can, however I cannot make any guarantees on how often I will update-it depends on how much homework I have and my motivation. I'll try to catch any typos or grammatical errors but I most likely will not catch them all.

Disclaimer-

I do not own Barbie nor any of its characters.

Great Chamber: the master-bedroom of the Lord of Lady of the household