Note: Since my Diary series was so popular, I decided to add a final installment. This one, however, unlike the first two, will have more than one chapter. Two or three at most.
Lightning flashed across the jet black sky as the jester, recovering from the injuries he received from being thrown out of the window earlier, peeled himself off the ground, which glowed with negative energy. His twisted smile flipped upside-down, forming a surreal, ghostly scowl on his masked face.
"You fools, this is the last time you shall mess with me and get away with it! You shall rue the day you crossed me… rue it!" he shouted up to the sky, his gloved fists clenched in fury.
The shadowy shape of the jester's master stood over him as an entertained expression spread across its jagged features. The creature sighed, shrugged its shoulders and shook its head.
"Dimentio, you brought this punishment upon yourself, mused Count Bleck. You should not have looked at either Mimi's or Nastasia's diaries," the creature said.
"You suck the fun out of everything, Count Bleck! What other entertainment lies in this accursed castle?!"
"Bleh heh heh heh… very well then. But Count Bleck warns you, the Underwhere hath no fury like a woman scorned," the count said.
"Right, yes. I'll be sure to take your advice, my esteemed count," Dimentio said, turning his head to the side and muttering under his breath "especially considering I'll miss said advice once I've ended your game."
"What was that?"
"Nothing!" Dimentio quickly responded.
"Hmm… fine then, said Count Bleck. I grow tired. I shall retire to the castle's keep," the count said, vanishing in a dimensional box with a wave of his scepter.
Dimentio dusted off his poncho and reformed his sinister smile. He had been stricken with an idea. A grand idea which would allow him to strike Mimi and Nastasia with sweetest, purest revenge, and make O'Chunks look like even more of an idiot than he already was at the same time.
"Ah, dearest Mimi… sweetest Nastasia… you'll both be sorry. For robbing me of the joy of reading your diaries, I shall rob you of your right to privacy, like a controlling parent on a popular reality television series! And I will do so… without magic," the jester hissed, surrounding himself in a magical transparent box and disappearing with a snap of his fingers.
Inside the castle, Mimi and O'Chunks each prodded at their bowls which were each filled with the burnt, ashy slop Nastasia referred to as "Castle Bleck Surprise". Neither of them were brave enough to take a taste. They both just stared nervously at the smoking, oozing monstrosities which were sitting before them, poking them with their spoons to see if the overcooked piles of what appeared to be charcoal and tar were perhaps alive, ready to jump up from the bowls and devour both their faces. As they each contemplated running away rather than trying the "food" which was given to them, Nastasia strode up behind them and shot them a stern look.
"Eat every drop or else you're both on punishment."
"Ugh! But Nassy! This stuff is… are you trying to poison us?"
"No, but I can never improve my cooking unless I get some honest feedback, 'K?" Nastasia answered, smiling in a mocking way.
"Ew… a smelly wad of death and destruction. That's my honest opinion, Nassy… why would you cook something so… icky?"
"You haven't even tasted it yet, Mimi. Come on, is it any worse than something that O'Chunks would make? You've eaten his cooking before, so I'm sure you can stomach this."
"Yeah, I ate his cooking, and I had to be rushed to the hospital. They said I was in critical condition!"
"Just eat it, Mimi. I got it straight out of a recipe book. I'm sure it's simply supposed to look like a smoldering blob of nightmares and mayhe—I mean a big bowl of blackberry pie. Hey! I bet that's what it tastes like too!" Nastasia lied.
"Ooh, really?" Mimi asked, taking another look at the bowl, wondering if it really did taste like blackberry pie.
The shapeshifting girl stabbed the substance with her spoon, causing it to chip, and pried a chunk out of it. She pulled the spoon toward her square mouth and tossed the piece of… stuff inside. She studied the taste for a few seconds.
"Hmm… Nassy, this isn't so bad. It's sort of li—ah! Ugh! It burns!" Mimi shrieked, falling to the floor and clutching her throat.
"Yep, that's the Podoboo sauce," Nastasia giggled.
Suddenly, the room was filled with a blinding flash of light, accompanied by a chiming melody. Dimentio appeared in the room, floating above their heads. Nastasia smirked at the clown.
"Feeling a little better now, are we?" she said.
"Silence yourself, nasty little Nassy. For now, I, Dimentio, the master of dimensions and pleaser of crowds, shall exact revenge on you," the clown said, snapping his fingers, causing Mimi's and Nastasia's diaries to appear in the air beside him.
Nastasia's smirk changed to a scowl as she saw the diaries, which were drawn magically into Dimentio's cold hands. She adjusted her glasses and snarled under her breath.
"Dimentio, do you feel the need to relive history? Wanna get chucked out of a window again?"
"Sweet, sweet Nastasia… you only caught me before because I wasn't being as stealthy as I could. I now realize you three are a force to be reckoned with. So now, in order to assure that I obtain purest revenge, you all can go ahead and stay imprisoned here while I work my… non-magic."
The jester raised his hands into the air and glittered with magical energy, and each Mimi, Nastasia and O'Chunks were trapped in magical boxes. They pounded on the glass-like walls in frustration as Dimentio giggled insanely.
"The count has his Dark Prognosticus, but I have something better: the diaries of two emotionally unstable vixens. Now I will spread humiliation and confusion not by magic, but by technology, just like an obnoxious hacker."
"What?! You mean you're going to put our diaries on the Internet?" Nastasia shrieked.
"But of course, my sweet-and-sour little princess. And then people in all worlds will see just how idiotic you both are. Oh, and there's one more thing. I almost forgot to show this to you…" he said, snapping his fingers and revealing a video cassette, saying "… and… voila… this tape is a little 'documentary' I took on you while you three suspected nothing, and it contains various embarrassing situations involving you three. In addition to the embarrassing secrets your diaries hold, this tape will turn you all into laughingstocks. Really, going from the apprentices of a feared count to figures of shame and foolishness in only a day. It appears I've won…"
"You sick freak, Dimentio… let us out of here right now, 'K?! You're really in for it when the count finds out!"
"What's the count going to do about it? He seems to prefer that you take care of this yourself, defend your own privacy… too bad, you're all trapped like damsels in distress. Well, I must be going… to the Interwebs! I'll leave you to your fate of humiliation. Ciao!" Dimentio announced, snapping his fingers and filling the room with a magnificent explosion.