My Telling a Lady Lovelylocks fanfiction

by Bad Castle

More mature version of the Lady Lovely Locks tale, based on the DIC cartoon, told from one POV. In Chapter 3, I will use third-person narration because the reader may want to switch gears. K plus is suitable enough as a rating for now. Narrative is told in both present day and flashback, some backstory. So, it's not a masterpiece; I am writing strictly for fun.

2. Chapter 2

My Telling

(a fan fiction based on the Lady Lovely Locks cartoon)

Chapter 2

I do not own Lady Lovely Locks, and the characters are not mine, unless I add an original character to this story.

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I know what the people in this sorry kingdom and the kingdom of Lovelylocks call me. I match the description; the people don't really lie. It is just that I can't stand the constant, "Hairball" this and "Hairball" that - - who in this miserable region even remembers what my original name is? Many of those that would have remembered me in my original form are drooling over their biscuits or dead. It is that many years since that silver-haired misanthrope decided to ruin my already miserable existence by using one of his magnificent creatures from his mansion of horrors to turn me into The Hairball. An animal, I might add, who is now my ally, although an imperfect one under my tutelage. What methods that beautiful monster used to make Snags such a skilled weapon, I will never know.

So they call me Hairball, everyone does. Well. I would have thought that they would be merciful enough to use a name that is less of a pejorative, especially since the people of Tangleland are so browbeaten themselves. Lovelylocks people are another story - - what would they know about misery?

I am not nearly as tall as I was when I was a common man. Shining Glory, in his demented righteousness, added the insult of bestowing upon me a stature no larger than that of his dog, Prince; in fact, I believe I may be smaller than Prince. And the reason for my curse is almost as long gone as Prince's nobility.

Do not speak to anyone that I just told you Tangleland people are a sorry lot. Don't, please, repeat that to anyone. I tell you because you are a visitor and you ask, and I need to talk before I can go on with my days. I tell myself the days are not terrible since I have adequate food and adequate shelter. I trust you, and even if you were to betray me, so she puts me out. To go who knows where I wouldn't know, but I like to think that I might be able to find an existence somewhere else.

Except that I hesitate to leave Duchess Ravenwaves and strike out for lesser known territories. I still have vitality enough to do so, but I do not.

How long will you be staying? Can we meet again for drink? It has been my pleasure to talk to you so far.