Summary: "Who am I? Why, I am your Fairy Godmother. However, you may call me Gill—Stop laughing Angela..."
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"Even Better!?" shrieked the blond youth once his father appeared at the threshold. The fact that his dear, old father had already included a sadist Candace in the story, had disgruntled him so—but the sheer thought of what was to come made Gill almost wet his pants.
Wetting yourself while being trapped by bed sheets didn't sound (or feel) quite as appealing as some may think.
Hamilton nodded enthusiastically; glad that his son might finally be excited about this as much as he was. "Yes, of course! Who doesn't love a good fight scene?" he chirped, smiling brightly. Gill twitched, "Uh, I don't?"
Hamilton gasped with widen eyes, his grubby index finger was suddenly abruptly pointing accusingly at Gill. "OH GOD! My son has a Vagina!!" Hamilton was wailing like a terrified teenaged girl. The blond growled.
"Just because I prefer the more serious, Romance genre over your pigheaded action movies— where everybody dies from either an explosion or diarrhea (or both) — does not mean I have a…feminine organ." Straight forward and to the point, that's how Gill handled things. Now if only he could cross his arms firmly against his chest, to prove he was dead serious about this—yet his father sucked like that because he was still stuck with no hand usage.
This time, Hamilton gapped like a fish, releasing a silent scream of horror as he watched his son—who was bashing his favorite type of movies; who didn't like watching everybody die from explosive diarrhea? — In disbelief. What was Wrong with the world today!?
The shocked mien soon receded, only to be replaced with one of Macabre. Clenching his fists, his glare intensified with each passing second; Hamilton angrily grinded out, "Those soaps! It was those damned soaps that made you this way! Curse you Elli; you and your damned chick flicks! CURSE YOU!!"
Gill freed a small sound of disdain, for his father was getting a bit too loud for his own tastes. It was around eleven at night; people were in bed, yet here was his father howling and jumping about his room like no tomorrow. His father could be so childish sometimes. In all honesty, Romance movies were very entertaining to our little Blond. Gill felt insulted the way his father talked about his choice in entertainment.
"I'll have you know, the "The Notebook" and "A Walk to Remember," were two very excellent movies."
Hamilton then processed to face palm.
"I disown you."
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Her Magical Friends
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It wasn't easy being in her shoes. Being, Angela.
With nimble fingers, Angela brushed away hot tears that blurred her vision. She was attempting to be strong, using every ounce of her will power to keep her from brawling once more.
It was like Candace wanted to beat her more nowadays. Any little mistake was her stepsister's 'Hit-Angela-For-Free-Card'. Then there was her other ill-tempered sister, Luna; always babbling nonsense about marriage and basically anything that upsets her. Yet that was a given; Luna is but a midget, those who are short tempered (no pun intended) by nature—Defensive instinct or something. And to top it all off, she had to deal with Julius', her flamboyantly not-gay ("or so he claims!") brother, daily mockery because he has nothing better to do but hit on their closet sadist—
Gill cocked a brow. "Are you implying incestuous relations?" he muttered rigorously.
His father made a sound of disapproval, shaking his head with a playful smile plastered on his lips.
"Incest is Wincest, my boy."
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Maybe it would be splendid time to start ramming his head on the bedpost. If he was lucky enough, he might end up unconscious with little blood loss.
Sporadically, the brunette barely had any exulting moments in her life. Nonetheless, those few times she had, she would cherish until the next.
"Angela?"
Said girl snapped her head up, to see her two best friends in the whole world. Well, her only friends; who were mice. Angela wiped her forearm across her nose, dragging snot all over her cheek.
"S-Selena, K-k-Kathy; you're h-here!" Her words somehow come out between halting sobs. More tears cluttered at the brim of her eyes, daring to stream down her round cheeks. Two slightly taller women with a decent amount of cleavage—one with an island appearance but a nonchalant mien, and the other with a jolly air around her western style— and a pair of mouse ears completed with a thin tail in the back. They were instantly surrounding the younger girl, trying to soothe her troubles.
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"They're supposed to be mice, father."
"Well, what do you expect?" Hamilton scoffed. "Real mice don't talk. Cinderella has been MISLEADING you to believe such poppy cot."
"This is supposed to be a fairytale, is it not? And besides; you, yourself stated before that they were mice she talked to." Gill recalled.
"WELL. This is my story. I can change and tell it in whatever way I wish. Therefore, I am technically God. And as God, I want mature half-mouse females as the Heroine's sidekicks. Do you have a problem with that?" Hamilton glowered.
"Yes."
"Disowned."
"Darn it Selena," barked Kathy, her round, blond ears twitching in frustration. "We leave our little Angie for one second and come back to a bruised little thing!"
Selena gently cleans Angela's face with her dark, delicate hand. The brunette winced at the kind action, a queasy feeling gripping her as she remembers the pain she felt only minutes before. Shutting her eyes tightly, Angela tries to relax with her mousy friends. Yet with her heart pounding rapidly against her chest, it was hard calming herself down.
"Angie! Cheer up!" Kathy sounds desperate now, never one to watch Angela cry her eyes out. Wrapping her creamy, slim arms around the petite and whimpering girl, Kathy brings her close. So close, Angela's face is pressed into the deep unknowns of Kathy's enormous bust—
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"Are you..." Blue eyes squint slightly. "Drooling?"
Snapping out of his reverie, Hamilton rubs his mouth to rid the spit that was slowing seeping from behind his lips. Does Gill have to notice everything he does!?
"Father, that's absolutely disgusting." Gill spat; ashamed his father was tapping the bust comments. Hamilton rolled his eyes.
"Gill, you don't know the true meaning of disgusting." The older male stated emotionlessly.
Scrunching his nose is disdain Gill felt a challenge coming. "Let me guess, you do?"
That's when Hamilton had risen from his seat, marching right toward his son with a terrifying gleam in his pitch-black orbs. Gill winced as large, surprisingly strong hands gripped his head, one under his chin and the other digging into his scalp. With hidden strength, his father roughly thrusts Gill's head to the lone window. Sharp, dirty fingernails press into his cheeks. Gill whimpers slightly, his eyes barely open to see around him.
"That is." A sharp hiss was whispered into his ear, making the young male flinch. Timidly, Gill opened his eyes, shutting them after one quick glance. Hamilton grinned broadly as his son muttered incoherently.
"Yolanda should get bathroom curtains, hmm? Perhaps she should also use a towel instead of using her hair to cover up." Hamilton shuddered slightly. "And I'm not talking about—"
No matter how tightly he kept his eyes shut, the image seemed to almost be burned into his memory. Just like his father's endless chatter. It wouldn't go away.
"—Who even grows their armpit hair that long? You agree with me, right Gill?"
He cringed, hating this night more than ever. "Why the hell did you do that?" he grunted. His eyelids were starting to hurt. Really, he had already seen it once; why'd he have to see it again?!
Hamilton blinked innocently, watching his son as he suffers.
"A wee bit of Foreshadowing, my boy." The mayor found his way back to his seat, squatting down onto it. "And a wee bit of revenge, too."
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After the brunette had herself a good cry, her amber-brown eyes now puffy and red; the trio sat comfortably on her bed.
Kathy's round, golden ears twitched slightly, an idea coming to her. The other two watched her carefully, for she had been known to be the…outgoing one.
"I've got it!" she chirped, bouncing excitedly on the somewhat comfortable bed. "We'll just get Angie a Fairy godmother!"
Angela blinked, completely unsure of what to say. Selena, on the other hand, face palmed, wondering how she ever ended up hanging around this genius.
"…What?" Angela questioned quietly, hoping not to offend Kathy, but she barely understood where this was going.
Kathy groaned in annoyance, not believing she had to explain the simplest thing in the world. She crawled off the bed, beginning to pace back and forth as she explained things.
"A Fairy Godmother," She repeated hotly, still striding from one side of the room to the other, and vice versa. "Angie's life is like that Cinder-whatever chick's. And how does the Cinder-whatever chick gets what she wants? She does it with the help of a Fairy Godmother!"
"Kathy, what are you implying?" Selena mumbled uncertainly.
The corner of her peachy lips curled into a devious smile.
"We're going to find Angela's Fairy Godmother."
It was fat, short, and had the largest scowl plastered on its hideous features. Kathy and Selena found it not more than ten minutes ago. Was this supposed to be her Fairy Godmother?
Angela inwardly shuddered as she felt those tiny onyx eyes sizing her up. It made a noise of disapproval; its scowl deepening as it finally concluded something. "No."
"What?!" the blonde mouse cried, staring at it in disbelief. Seconds before, Kathy had been leaning against the wall, a cocky grin spread across her face. Now, she was pathetically kneeling on the dirty, wooden floor. Panicking, she clutched onto its dress, babbling complete nonsense. It glowered at Kathy, swatting the blonde away.
"I said, NO!!! I will NOT help your little friend!" it barked, flaring its nostrils and beginning to waddle toward the door.
"Waiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitt!!" Kathy stretched out the word, trying to empathize the fact that she was desperate for its help, anything for Angela. It halted, glancing over its shoulder. Contorted wings fluttered with slight interest.
"Do you no anybody else that could help us?" she muttered coyly, emerald green eyes examining the room franticly.
It snorted.
"…What the Hell, Kathy?" Selena hissed. Kathy huffed, glaring at the ceiling.
"So the last one was an utter bitch." She groused, burning holes into that poor ceiling. "But this one will totally be able to help Angie out!"
Dark red ears twitch, as Selena's eyes narrow dangerously. Kathy merely scoffed. Their fourth guest coughed slightly, successfully gaining their attention.
"Uh, you are all aware that I am a genie, right?" A petite, strawberry blonde with bright light blue eyes rocked back and forth on her heels, nervously. A smile instantly appeared on Kathy's lips, as she rushed over to the blonde.
"Yes, yes—but that doesn't matter, now does it?" she chattered, roughly patting the genie's back. The genie stumbled forward, muttering incoherently.
"Got a name, kid?" the blonde drawled lazily.
Bright, light blue eyes blinked innocently. "Err, Maya." She squeaked, tugging down her belly-button shirt. Despite her job, she wasn't quite fond of the clothes.
Kathy triumphantly grinned, glancing over at a silently fuming Selena. "Well Maya," she began smoothly, winding her arm around Maya's shoulder. "You're about to be very useful right now."
Cheese.
Angela cocked a brow, glazing at it.
At the mountain of cheese that was neatly stacked in her room.
The scary part was that it was just Angela and the cheese. God, she could feel her thighs swelling up now. Wincing, Angela looked elsewhere, only to come face to face with another mountain of cheese.
Perhaps she should have never let a pair of mice make her wishes for her. Or at least never let Kathy do it. She snapped her head to glance out the window. She sighed.
There was yet another mountain of cheese. Except this mountain of cheese was a colossal amount of cheese, and outside for the entire world to see. And a certain blonde mouse was trying to swallow every bite. With her left eyes twitching every other second, the brunette scurried off of her bed, squeezing through the two mountains.
Tumbling through, she landed ungracefully on the sturdy floor. Patiently, she counted away her life, hoping a toppling tower of cheese would crush her.
Actually, that sounded horrible.
"Maybe I just wasn't meant to go to that stupid ball," she murmured, unconsciously blowing a stray strain of hair that was making her a bit cross-eyed. "Maybe I'm just supposed to stay here for the rest of my life, cleaning and working until I die."
Now she felt bitter, bitter and alone. Angela shut her eyes tightly, as if to prevent the tears from flowing again. In her mind, she repeated the words, over and over again. Picturing her own future self becoming older and doing nothing but working away her pitiful life.
Crash.
Her eyes snapped open when the sudden noise reached her ears. She shot up, getting into a defensive stance. Yet instead of seeing someone sneaking into her room, she only saw…light.
Angela gasped, shielding her eyes from the brilliant flash of light that filled the tiny room filled with cheese. Squinting, she could faintly make out someone, someone trotting out of the radiate core. She sunk onto her knees, subconsciously lifting one small feminine hand toward the figure. It seemed as if the light itself was tangible. Her eyes grew with wonder. She would cherish this moment forever—
'Till, she got whacked with a wand.
"Close your mouth, stop slouching, and don't point. It's rude."
Perhaps she wouldn't cherish it that much.
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I'm Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry—**stutters sorry over and over again**
My father finally got the old-lap top to work for a bit, so I was able to retrieve all my old files. In return, he got to use the chocolate strawberry fondue shower gel. Plenty of Bubbles. Kickin' title name. I'll totally use it. Anyway, I had to write up an ending. And as most of my endings—It was rushed. Also, I'm sorry for the whole "Abusive Hamilton" moment…it had already been written…and sure I did the filler on Gill seeing that already—but I couldn't help but want to keep that bit since I was proud of it.
Anyway, I hate/love this chapter; the beginning was my sort of favorite, while the ending kind of crashed and burned. Over 9000 times. So I'm REALLY, REALLY sorry you all had to wait for this fail of a chapter. BUT. I promise you the next chapter will be way better.
Gill finally makes his appearance. **winkwink**
Oh, and the" it" was Yolanda. I just…had no idea where to put her name.
On a side note, I have spring break this week—So I've been thinking about writing up another story along with this one until it's finished. Either "Art of Attraction" or "Return to Sender". AoA centers on Gill. It's basically me thinking 'HM, I WONDER WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF GILL TOOK INTEREST IN WIMMANZ. LIKE, HE'D BE HORNY AND STUFF, RIGHT? Gill would ttly be good in bed. FTW.' It'll include Therapist!Jin, Bored!Wimmanz, Horny!Gill, BFF!Luke, Scottdoesn'tknow!Angela, and a getaway to Sunshine Island. Why? Because there's rape involved. There's always rape involved.
As for RtS, it's Chase centric. I wanted to do something about him being in an Orphanage. An all girls orphanage… (Don't worry; he gets switched to the boys one in like, chapter 3 or 4.) and add bunch of other characters I think would totally be in the orphanage with him! Like Denny and Vaughn! 8D
I'll be putting up a poll for which one you all want to me work on with HGS.
I think I'm done now. YAY! Sleep! R&R please~
-Blubber Nuggets.