A/N: Who is our favorite magical jester's next victim? Lets find out...
Creak...
This was the sound of one of the many doors in Castle Bleck opening.
The one opening the door: Nastasia, Chief Secretary and Brainwasher to Count Bleck.
She stepped through the door, into her room. Her eyes gazed longfully at her bed.
It had been a LONG day today. First, O'Chunks attempted to make breakfast for everybody, which resulted in half the kitchen being destroyed. Then she had to help Mimi out after her head failed to return it's normal position (does she LOOK like a chiropractor to you?), then she had to oversee Dimentio as he sang his 5,000 verse pep song as a punishment (all the songs he writes seem to be so cruel and depressing, ironically) and to top it off, Count Bleck accidentally threw away the motivational poster she had spent all night working on for him.
And that was before the work day started.
Nastasia rubbed her eyes, and walked across her large, grey room, she plopped down upon her bed (being ever so careful not to wrinkle the bedsheets, though.)
She hadn't even bothered to take off her glasses. She just sank headfirst into her pillow.
Soon, the temporary solace of sleep would overcome her. Soon, all would be well as she dreamed of a world with no paperwork, no minions to watch over, no punishments or brainwashing or anything.
Just her and, that one person, the one person she loved more than life itself, who was none other than...
Flutter
Nastasia managed to pull her head up to see where the sound had come from, and searched for it's source.
She lookd around her room, which happened to be the definition of tidy.
There was a long wrap-around bookshelf, which stretched across three of the room's four walls. The books were organized not by alphabet or color, but by the maximum appearance of tidiness that they gave off. She memorized the order as to easily find what she would need.
Seeing not a binding out of place, Nastasia glanced at the only other object in the room.
On the opposite side of her bed, there was a large desk, which held all of her records, schedules, pens, paper, and general office needs. All organized perfectly, of course.
Nasatsia saw the cause of the disturbance: a piece of paper somehow fell off the desk.
She was tempted to leave it until she woke up, but then she remembered the Great Secretary Motto: Never, even for a second, be even slightly disorganized.
With a loud groan, Nastasia hauled herself up out of her bed, and trudged over to her desk.
It was a fairly large room, so it was a relatively long walk, much to the protest of her aching feet.
"Yeah, this bites." She thought groggily, as she finally reached the desk.
As she reached down to pick up the paper, her sore back seemed to literally groan with protest.
Then, she placed the paper upon the stack, making absolutely sure that the edges all matched up.
Satisfied, she began the walk back to her bed.
Plop! Was the sound she made as she gratefully fell upon the soft, fluffy mattress.
"Yeah..." she managed to let out, as comfort finally overcame her.
Flutter
Groaning, as it was hard to even lift her head at this point, Nastasia looked back at her desk.
The paper fell off again.
Cursing to herself, she got up, and, feeling even worse, she trudged over, and placed it back.
Then, groggily, she got out a paper clip, and fastened the papers together.
"Yeah, your not going anywhere, k?" She told the troublesome papers.
The papers failed to respond.
Nastasia trudged back to her bed, but right as soon as she plopped on her bed...
SNAP! Flutterflutterflutter
The paper clip snapped, and ALL the papers fell off.
Nastasia forced herself to roll out of bed, and, looking like a zombie, plodded over to the papers.
She gathered them up, neatly placed them together, and shoved them in a drawer, which she forcefully slammed shut.
This action, in her current state, made Nastasia feel just like Rambo.
Then she trudged back to her bed AGAIN, plopped down, and...
Flutter flutter flutter
"FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY!" Nastasia yelled.
She got up, and, half crawling, walked over her desk, checked for papers.
To her frustration, none had managed to fall down. This little trip was for nothing.
"Nastasia, you're going...to go...crazy...if you don't...sleep..." she groggily told herself. "Yeah...k...your already...zzz...talking to...yourself....must...must...mustard of doom...
The secretary laid down on the cold, carpetless floor next to her desk, and began snoring.
BANG!
The sudden noise made Nastasia jump up, though her aching bones instantly making her regret it.
Suddenly, pen-holding tin fell over.
The pens leaked on some of Nastasia's records that were on the desk face.
Then the lamp fell off.
Next, all of the desk's legs suddenly broke at the same time.
The paper clips magically got bent out of shape.
And to top it off, the drawer holding the troublesome papers suddenly blew apart, scattering the said papers across the room.
Nastasia's groggy brain saw something amongst the debris...a face.
A very angry, evil looking face, it's mouth curled into a smile.
The secretary felt afraid, but chose not to show it.
"Yeah...k...listen...well..." she mumbled to the imaginary monster.
I..will not...stand for...this...I...am...Count Bleck's....secretary....so you...better...not...get...in...my..."
Before she could finish, everything fell to chaos.
The extremely long bookshelf suddenly collapsed, the pages of the books ripping out on impact, and flying across the room.
The pages suddenly gathered, and started swirling as if they were in a vortex.
And Nastasia was at the center.
The tired secretary tried to peer the swirling maelstrom of paper, but the whiteness was near blinding in the dark room.
She heard evil laughter.
The secretary's tough mind finally snapped, and Nastasia ran into the dark halls of Castle Bleck, screaming all the way.
"Bleh heh heh...soon, you shall belong to Count Bleck, tasty sandwich!"
Bleck was in Castle Bleck kitchen, raiding the fridge for a midnight snack.
Even villainous tools of the Dark Prognosticus get hungry.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Right before the peanut-butter and jalapeño sandwich was to sliver down the count's throat, he heard the screaming. And it was getting closer.
"What is THAT?...exclaimed Count Bleck."
Then the source of the screaming ran into the kitchen
Bleck looked worried. "What's the matter Nastasia?... Count Bleck asked."
The secretary, hair frazzled, glasses askew, blue skin paled, and trembling, pointed down the hall.
"It...bed...paper...pen...clips...ink...monster....PAPER..."
Then she hugged the count, much to his surprise.
"Save me...count...k?...zzz...."
She fell asleep in the count's grasp, where they would remain until morning, when Nastasia would apologize curtly, straighten herself out, and get right to work.
Back at Nastasia's room, laughter echoed across the dull grey walls.
"Ah ha ha ha! Now my boredom is lessened, like a math problem that is about subtraction!"
Appearing out of nowhere, Dimentio, Master of Dimensions, floated down to the ground.
"Ah, yes, who knew that my invisibility powers could be used for so much more than eavesdropping! Ah ha ha ha!"
Then the jester pulled out a short piece of paper, entitled "the Prank List", and gazed at one of the four names scrawled upon it.
Magically, a check appeared next to the second to the top name: Nastasia.
Putting the list away, the insane jester picked out a random piece of paper that was floating around, and out of curiosity, looked at it.
He smiled in surprise.
"Minion Orientation Tomorrow: Mr. L."
"Ah ha ha ha! It looks like we are getting a new minion that I can add to the List...excellent!"
Then he held up his hands in a theatrical fashion.
"And the show ends for now! Until next time, I, Dimentio, Pleaser of Crowds, will say this to you...ciao!"
And with a snap of his fingers, the jester teleported out of sight, plotting against the next victim on his list.
A/N: I can't really tell if I just broke the Fourth Wall, or if Dimentio is just talking to himself cuz he happens to be crazy. Maybe a little bit of both. Poor Nastasia!
So I'm still asking for requests, and now that includes Mr. L! I would like to thank a certain Flowerstar for reminding me about him! So thank you!
Until next time, Ciao!