Here it is folks, the last chapter before the Epilogue. So let's not waste any time. Wander over Yonder is owned by Disney. Nefarious and everything else is owned by Insomniac Games and Sony Interactive Entertainment. Enjoy.
The Weekend Getaway: Chapter 9.
It was about 3:30 in the morning when our heroes finally made it back to their hotel room, but surprisingly, not one of them was in any mood to sleep.
Oh, they were tired, of course. Exhausted even; both physically and emotionally.
But alas, their minds were far too electric from the day's events to allow them the sweet relief of Mr. Sandman's Blessing.
So, unable to get their desired forty winks, the trio decided to appeal to a different biological necessity.
"Hi, this is Room 62-YYZ. Is the kitchen still open?" Dominator asked as she attempted to order room service via the provided telephone. "It is? Awesome! Listen, I'd like to place an order for three of your famous deep-dish pizzas. One with Green Peppers and Black Olives, one with Pepperoni and Mushrooms, and one with Scungilli, Bacon, and Jalapeños. Oh, and throw in a… what? No, I'm not joking. No, I didn't lose a bet! Look, just shut up and bring me my pizzas! And a Bloody Mary too! Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Alright. Goodbye."
CLICK.
And with that, the former villainess returned to her spot on the king-sized bed and rejoined her fellow vacationers.
"Scungilli, Bacon and Jalapeños?" Demurra asked from her Hat-Generated wheelchair; visibly reeling at the mental images produced by her friend's order. "What the heck kind of pizza is that?"
"Yeah, I know it sounds nuts, but I just got a weird craving all of the sudden." Dominator replied cheerily. "I don't know why, but I've been getting a lot of those lately. Just the other day, I wolfed down three bowls of strawberry ice-cream with teriyaki sauce."
"Eww~"
"Actually, it wasn't that bad. A little sticky though."
"And… how long have you been getting these weird cravings?" Demurra asked, as her brain began to piece things together.
"I don't know, like, a few weeks. Why?"
"Oh, no reason." The Queen lied. She knew exactly what this meant, and she suspected that Wander knew as well. But since it was really none of her business, she decided to keep a lid on her discovery; at least for the time being. "So, uh… do you guys have any other plans for this weekend?"
"Well, I did get us seats at the chef's table at C'est Romantique." Wander replied, before his expression fell slightly. "But… I'm guessing that reservation expired about… eight hours ago."
"Seriously, that was your big surprise?" Dominator asked, sounding somewhat disillusioned. "In what way is that better than my idea?"
"Well… my idea's a little easier on the ol' back." The orange nomad said jokingly. "Besides, the way you've been eating lately, I figured a five-star restaurant with buffet sized portions would be right up your alley."
"Are you saying I'm getting fat?" the former villainess asked, pretending to take offense.
"You? My sweet little Petunia? Perish the thought."
"Oh~ Such a gentleman~"
At this, Demurra couldn't help but smile. It warmed her heart to witness such a playful display of affection. It remined her of the coquettish games she and Drakor used to play; back before he was… well, you know.
"Yo, Blondie. You alright?" asked Dominator; bringing the former princess back to reality. "You kinda spaced out there for a second."
"Wha… oh, yeah, I'm fine. I-I was just thinking about… something."
"Yeah, whatever. And speaking of something. I've got something for you right here." The former villainess said impishly as she pulled a pair of solid gold, black opal encrusted scissors out from between her ample cleavage and held them up for her to see. "Tada~"
"Are those…"
"The Traveler's Scissors Night Mayor stole, eyup!" she said triumphantly. "I found them on the beach while the paramedics were loading you up. Guess Creep-O dropped them while he was… eh… well anyway, they belonged to Drakor so I figured you'd want them back."
For what felt like an eternity, Demurra just stared at those hideous golden blades. The very sight of them made her sick to her stomach and put her weary heart in a vice. For they represented months of rage and sorrow that all culminated into about twenty-five minutes of screaming and agony. No, she most certainly did not want them back. To her they would always be a grim reminder of everything she'd done in the name of vengeance. However, perhaps in the right hands they could be so much more.
"I appreciate the gesture, Deedee. But no thanks."
"Really? Are you sure?"
"Positive. After everything that's happened, I don't ever wanna see those horrible things again." She said, before adopting a slightly more pleasant demeanor. "Besides, I'm sure you and Wander can find a better use for them than I ever could. Consider it an early wedding present."
"Wow… Jeez, Blondie. I… I don't know what to say. Thank…"
KNOCK!
KNOCK!
KNOCK!
The pleasant atmosphere was suddenly shattered by the not-so-pleasant sound of someone banging their fists against the front door.
"Must be room service." Wander reasoned.
"Can't be, it's only been a few minutes." Replied Demurra.
"Maybe they've got one of those fancy food replicators I've heard so much about." Said Dominator as she hopped up off the bed. "I'll go check it out."
"Be careful, Sweetie."
"Don't worry, Babe. I can take care of myself." She said, as she gave her lover a gentle kiss on the forehead, and then made her way to the front door. "C'mon Bloody Mary~ Bloody Mary~ Full of Vodka~ Blessed art thou among cocktails~"
"Uh… So, what do you plan on doing with that extra hat?" asked Demurra, in an attempt to reroute the conversation.
"Well, I was thinking we could…"
WHAM!
"Ahhh!"
THUD!
"Deedee!"
The next few seconds were like one big blur.
Before she even knew what had happened, Demurra was sitting in front of an open door, with Wander by her side. Before them, she saw Dominator lying flat on her back; her right hand covering what was presumably a bloody nose. And standing over her, she saw a familiar blue Zbornak; panting heavily, and glaring napalm at the fallen former villainess.
All in all, things were not looking good.
"Sylvia!" Wander said alarmedly as he rushed forward to defend his best gal from his other best gal. "What's the matter with you? What are you even doing here?"
"Get outta my way, Wander!"
"No! Not until you calm down and tell me what's going on!"
"Yes, Sylvia. What in the world has gotten into you?"
"Demurra? What the heck are you doing-NEVERMIND I DON'T CARE!" the Zbornak roared, before quickly shifting back into a slightly less rabid demeanor. "Look, both of you, just… stay out of this okay! This is between me and her!"
"No way! I'm not moving one inch until you explain…"
"Wander, don't." Dominator cut in as she pulled herself back to her feet. "I got this."
"Okay…if you're sure." The orange nomad said concernedly.
"Don't worry, I can take care of myself." The former villainess said reassuringly, before turning her attention to the enraged Zbornak. "Okay, Chubs. I take it you're upset about something?"
This proved to be a poor choice of words; for as soon as they left Dominator's lips, Sylvia grabbed hold of her windpipe.
"UPSET! Oh, I'm way past upset! You! You lying, heartless, homewrecking tramp!" she roared venomously. "And you know what the worst part is? For a while, I actually thought you'd changed! But it was just another lie! You're nothing but a monster!"
"Whoa! Now that's just about enough of that!" Wander intervened. "Sylvia, I don't know what's gotten into you, but I'm not just gonna stand here and let you insult my girlfriend."
"Wander, wake up and smell the coffee! Your so-called girlfriend is nothing but a lying, manipulative psychopath! Just like I've said all along!"
"Ugh! Not this again. I thought you were past this."
"I was until I found out your sweet, precious Deedee annihilated my whole flarfing planet!"
Sylvia's words echoed throughout room and possibly many others.
Demurra wanted to say something; perhaps in defense of her new friend.
But whatever she was about to say died in her throat the moment Dominator spoke up.
"Wait… that's what this is about?" she asked innocently. "But… Wander said you didn't care."
And just like that, the atmosphere became an entirely different kind of unpleasant.
"Say what?" the angry Zbornak said dumbfoundedly as she released her captive's throat.
"Well… yeah, after it happened I was worried you'd be upset, but then Wander said it wasn't a big deal since you never cared about your home in the first place."
"He said what?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I did not say… those exact words." Said Wander, as he nervously attempted to defuse the situation. "I merely… implied that… well… you never said anything so I thought I was right."
"You knew! For over a month you knew and you didn't tell me!"
"I thought you knew!"
"That doesn't make it better!"
"I know, and I'm sorry. But I swear, if there was anything I could've done to stop it I would have."
"You were there and you didn't even try to save it!"
"No, it's not like that. See, Deedee and I were in bed and, well, you know, and by the time I realized what was happening it was too late so we just… this isn't helping me is it."
"Oh… my… Grop!" the blue Zbornak said accusingly. "You let my home get destroyed… just so you could get laid!"
"Sylvia, please, just let me explain…"
"SHUT UP!" Sylvia screamed as her body began to shake, and her eyes began to weep. "Just stop talking! I don't wanna hear it!"
"But Syl…"
"No!" she shot back harshly. "No more lies! I… I don't even know you anymore."
And with that said, the blue Zbornak turned away from her former friends and ran wildly back into the hall.
"Sylvia! Wait! I can explain!" the orange nomad called as he desperately tried to pursue his misinformed comrade.
But alas, it was already too late.
She was gone.
End Notes:
The Epilogue will be up an hour or so, and after that I'm going on another hiatus. I've been neglecting my Vampire Kingdom ideas and its high time I made up for it. Anyway, see you all in the Epilogue. Peace.
P.S. I've had this crazy idea for a crossover between Star vs the Forces of Evil and Jojo's Bizarre Adventure for a while now. It's rough right now, but the bones are there. If anyone's interested, I'd love some outside opinions on this concept. Just send me a note.
Once again, Peace.
