Summary: Or, things that you wanted to run away from.
Notes: My favorite chapter so far. Are you ready?Ebott Ville, Grillby's new surface restaurant, 1 year 7 months after the release of monsters and magic back in the world.
"To all the residents of Ebott Ville it's great to have you watching EV-News this evening. Bringing you our half an hour special edition on the latest occurrences on our city. As we reported Friday, about the sighting of a 'black cat-like "monster".' running from Main Lane through the Embassy of Monsters until being intercepted by officer Undyne and the "Canine Squad"."
They displayed footage of the running shadowy being
"A human was the perpetrator of the disturbance, the male that, apparently, goes by the name Wilson Percival Higgsbury, was detained and restrained by the Ambassador of All Monsters, Frisk Dreemurr after his adopted father, King Asgore Dreemurr failed to stop him. Later on, he was admitted for a penetrating abdominal trauma in Wendell Ebott Hospital that same day." They show a photo of him… only thing is that is a very, very old flyer, date is stamped in one of the sides, April 29th, 1947. Somehow, he looks older in it than he actually is.
MISSING
The Most Honorable Earl of Nottingham Wilson Percival Higgsbury.
Was last seen on October 13th of 1947
Height…..….5 feet 10 inches.
Age…...27 years.
Weight…150 pounds.
Complexion….fair.
Hair…..raven black.
Eyes…blue.
Nose….….straight.
*His hair is shaped like a W unless wearing a hat*
The Royal Dukedom of Windsor of the United Kingdom will reward.
£900,000 (nine hundred pounds) for any leads regarding, his lord, the Earl.
The rest of the flyer is burnt.
"The description and photograph, as you can see on your screens, fits perfectly with the man that was admitted in the hospital and later released due to his quick recovery." She shuffles some papers around.
"What is known about this man, if he is who he says he is, is that born from the marriage of Winston Rafael Higgsbury who in life was the Earl of Nottingham next in line for the Dukedom on Windsor and Lucianna Loveday sole successor of the Dukedom of Ashburton whom birthed, Wilson Percival Higgsbury, the second next in line to the Dukedom of Windsor and Willow Victoria Higgsbury" A painting of the four of them is displayed, Winston had a kind smile unlike Lucianna who had perpetual frown on her features. Wilson stood in front of the two adults, weirdly stoic for a child; Willow is still a baby in it. "Since birth Wilson is promised to marry his second grade cousin Princess Mary Glory Wellesley who was to take the English crown, the marriage never took place due to his disappearance in 1947."
"Tragedy struck the royal family early in his life when his father and five year old little sister died in a fire that burnt 25% of the structure of the Windsor Castle on June of 1929. As a consequence of this her royal highness the Duchess of Windsor, Rosemarie Higgsbury, died of depression for the loss of her only son and granddaughter one month later."
"Eye witnesses proclaimed that they saw ten year old child enter his father's laboratory minutes before the explosion took place. The young Earl was found by a commoner with third degree burns in his arms and back, barely alive but breathing, he, as per her mother's orders, was sent to a mental institution after full recovery of his injuries, she swore her ten year old child was the culprit of the explosion that took her husband's and daughter lives and nobody argued this decision at the time."
"This changed one year later due to the intervention His Royal Highness, may he rest in peace, Wallace Dominic Higgsbury Duke of Windsor and twin brother of His Majesty, King Warren Higgsbury, once the former overcame the one year conjugal mourning imposed time by the catholic. Under his grandfather wing the Earl, entered and graduated the prestigious Eton College in Windsor then he graduated as a Chemist from the University of Oxford but later, decided to become a Doctor and aid commoners for free during the Second World War" During this section they showed sepia photos of the wrinkly old Duke of Windsor and his grandchild during his two graduations.
"Wilson…" the fire lover took her brothers hand for comfort… maybe even hers too. The male is shaking slightly, not too much to turn heads to his direction but the horrified reaction is there; all color drained from his face as he watches his own image on the screen.
"… … … Your royal highness, please follow me to the private dining room" Around the trio, people had started to take pictures of them… the flashes seem to make the royalties recoil so the bartender, having a great sense of people's state of mind, decided to take Wilson and Willow away from the toxic atmosphere.
"ooookay woah you never offered me the private one" Sans mockingly-hurt says to the flame.
"… … … Pay your tab first, Sans" he deadpanned
"Oh my Angel, Asgore…" Toriel touches her muzzle with two paws.
"He is part of the human royalty?" The goat man could hardly believe it… If they knew he attacked him…
Things could go south very, VERY quickly. Human royalties are NOTHING to trifle with.
History has taught them that.
"Years went by and then he arrived to America by the end of the WWII, the exact date was April 1st 1945 as stated in the legal immigration papers. It was said that he came to America on royal appointments and decided to make his stay longer. When he couldn't be contacted on September of 1947 for his grandfather's birthday, the police was given the order to look for him." She pauses for drama "Part of his belongings as well as a strange machine were found to the outskirts of Ebott Ville, by the time Ebott Town, the homemade machine stood in the attic of a rundown house where he presumably stayed until his disappearance. While blood was found, again, presumably his, no actual body was ever found."
She reads the last paper "His Royal Highness Duke of Windsor, never lost hope to find his grandchild so he sent people to dismantle the machine and shipped it to the castle of Windsor with the blueprints and journals the male wrote. He later asked for any scientist in England and around the world who could manage to understand and use the machine. Nobody ever could. In his deathbed he claimed his grandson would be back in the future because he fervently believed that the contraption he invented was a time machine" She made emphasis in the 'time machine' part for some reason. "'When he comes back-', the sick Duke said, 'he shall be given my title.' Rumor said that he went senile because he had lost his last heir, nonetheless, the King agreed to be granted the Duke's last request."
"Now in the present time, almost seventy years of his disappearance, his royal highness, Wilson P. Higgsbury has been seen using strange 'dark magic'." On the screen they showed a spider monster trapping him in magical cobwebs and him vanishing from there in a vortex of darkness to the astonishment of the witnesses and spider. The video feedback is so bad that you could only distinguish colors and shapes. "when it's supposed that humans lost the ability to use magic centuries ago according to the Magnum Letter on The History of Humans and Monsters released last year by the Embassy of Monsters. It also bears to say that two days after his arrival there was a situation in which five trees from the intersection of Oxford and Spring Street were burnt down by none other than Willow Victoria Higgsbury who declared herself 'insane' and due to the ongoing investigation of the kidnapping of Frisk Dreemurr, was kept in captivity then released when her brother paid to bail her out. As of today, dear viewer, you can follow #RoyaltyInEbott or #W&WH to see their pictures and compare them with the old dated ones."
A series of black and white photographs litter the screen, Wilson and, by that time, young royal princess Mary in all of them… they look happy in each other's company…
"Notification has been sent to Her Majesty Mary VII, Queen of the United Kingdom, about the vanished Earl and his sister. We are still waiting for her word on the matter, and it would be her majesty who bestows upon him the, until now, inert title of the Duke of Windsor."
"With this we end our half an hour special edition on the latest occurrences on our city this was Marilyn Taylor, thank you so much for your attention and have a great day"
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The voice of the newscaster fades away.
*chuckles*
"Her word on the matter eh?" I say that but internally, there is the 'giant-stomping-on-our-base-camp' feeling washing over me.
I sit in the first chair I can get a hold of and slump there.
I have an upset stomach now, it will be a very bad one this time for what I can deduct. I know Willow wanted to run away the moment my title was disclosed to the public but… she simply couldn't. I lasted years living in Ebott Town in anonymity as a commoner, but now? Now I didn't even last a WEEK… globalization is a wonderful and horrific thing indeed.
"Wils-"
"I will take the title, I'll take grandfather's dukedom if Mari-dear, I mean, her majesty the queen, asks me to do so" Well actually I don't have an option, grandfather made sure I will take the title even if I wanted to abdicate. The only thing left for me is look at her dead in the eye; I know what she thinks about this so I brace myself for her rage.
"N-no… you can't. You said you wouldn't!" I give her credit, she sounds as upset as I thought she would be and still, she suppresses her flames masterfully.
"Things are different Winny. I have to take the responsibility, I don't really want to, but for grandfather…" I know I'm being unfair; she secretly likes it when I address her with her childhood nickname even if she says otherwise.
We stare each other in silent contemplation, it never cease to amaze me how much old and strong my little baby Winny is.
Meanwhile, bartender and skeleton uncomfortable stand, they seem reluctant to be there but can`t excuse themselves and break the icy atmosphere between the two of us.
I sigh under my breath and let my shoulders sag, I can't keep up appearances right now but these two are trustworthy enough.
Seeing as the topic is not going anywhere, Sans starts and I know for a fact he will bomb me with questions. "sooo…"
"You two are royalty, so what? What's the big drama!?" Oh yeah Flowey's still here.
Ahhh just ignore him.
*low whimpers*
Oh my, Chester…
I lift him to my lap and he licks my face.
"Ugh stop, stop! ok, calm down! He he he he …" He really doesn't have saliva and his tongue is like… very soft leather but it surely tickles!
I lift my head from the soft creature after a quick reassuring hug to see my reflection.
Grillby hands me a cup of water… how efficient.
"Thank you… can I call you Grillby?"
"… … … …Yes of course… everybody calls me that your highness."
Wait… he addressed me BEFORE the transmission of that segment, how did he know about it?
**It was a rebroadcast**
Oh…
Hunger: 50/150
I'm hungry…
Notes: Soooooo I was reading Simon José Antonio de la Santísima Trinidad Bolívar y Palacios (Simón Bolivar) biography in my Latin American History class and somehow got inspired to write Wilson's! The fanon says that Wilson is a poor English man in America, well… Sorry! MINE IS ROYALTY PLEBS! Dukedom of Ashburton comes from the novel One Perfect Rose from Mary Jo Putney the others are real dukedoms. If I offended someone by using the English royalty, forgive me it was not my intention but I just love royalty stuff. I KNOW there are a ton of mistakes in this chapter but it's 1 am. And I'm going to bed. Bye (Edit) There really were like eight or so mistakes on this chapter… ugh no more all nighters writing.
Notes: *Throws thing at fandoms expecting it wont be lost in the void* Update Monday´s or Sunday´s
