"Thanks for meeting us here today, Vesper, Rasticore. We had a problem with some rogue princesses which I hope you can help us with…" Calmly, the two males seat themselves in the run down room attempting to be something it isn't as a familiar hooded male seats himself down across from Miss Heinous. The small one of the two, Vesper happily greets the woman while his older, powerfuller, grumpier partner releases a stoic growl.
"Pardon him, he's trying to be intimidating when he can't be…" Coolly, the voice of Vesper rings in the room.
"Yes I can!" Defensively, Rasticore snarls at the young one chuckling, shaking his head caused by the roaring ramblings of his partner as his clawed fingertips reach down, scratching against the dragon cycle's scaly coat causing Druk to purr in approval whereas Miss Heinous scowls at it.
"I do not allow beasts into my house!" Rudely, she snaps.
"And yet you allowed us inside interesting," Coyly, Vesper plays along amused by her antics.
"Rast why don't you do us a favour and get us some tea leaf's you do have tealeaves don't you?" Vesper leans back in his seat, hands entwined as the male furrows his brow, unsure having never really dealt with the tea trade to know the difference.
"Ah a man of class! It's so rare to find one nowadays." Relieved, Miss Heinous smiles at him.
"Indeed, a shame really, tealeaf's have quite magical properties some believe them to tell the future." Fondly, the male hums out loud at the thought.
"How fascinating…" Miss Heinous amuses him.
"I found peppermint…" Shyly, Rasticore approaches as tiredly, Vesper grumbles under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose insulted. How could he get them confused? Even he knew…why must he be stuck with the ignorant fool having no taste for proper tea. The fool did mention having the nerve to speak of coffee being superior, coffee, tch it's disgusting just like the name all it is, is dark, bitter, disgusting warm water that's all there was for it. There was no taste, no comfort and no sweetness, sweetness being the key for the sweet toothed male.
"That's…urgh, Rasticore why don't you just sit down and do that brooding thing you tend to do…I'll deal with the clients." Annoyed, Vesper waves him off dismissing him. Exasperated, the male rubs his forefinger to his side temple, trying to massage the throbbing migraine threating to ruin his already irritant mood. Why must his partner be such a moron? Why couldn't he just work alone? No, no, he had to work with this failure of a spy to give stupid secret messages to him, still now he didn't trust Vesper despite Vesper having proven loyalty time and time again until he had enough.
"I do not…" Pouting, Rasticore begins only to quiet down from the stern sharp look of the younger one of the two.
"What was that?" Unflinching, he demands from Rasticore making Rasticore bow his head rather sheepish surprising the onlookers watching the two interact.
"N-Nothing..." Shyly, he whispers bringing a smug smirk to the male's razor fangs.
"Now then as you were saying madam." Politely, he turns back to Miss Heinous, slightly unnerved by his quick change of moods but remains pokerfaced, refusing to show such weakness to someone as terrifying as him. She had heard Gemini begging, pleading, beseeching her not to call them in but she needed them gone. She needed her school back and she needed the red head and the brunette found and rightfully punished to be served as a reminder for those that rebelled and stood in Miss Heinous way. She had known, heard of the wicked tales the male before her had done, the people he had murdered, messes, even played with, someone wouldn't even believe he existed for if they did they could never sleep soundly at night. The age old decade sold secrets flowing through him would even make those blush and question how he would know such secrets but never would he tell, never would he speak, never would he as many have said, would he ruin the game.
"Destroy the blonde one, but bring the dark-haired and red head to me…" Ominously, she demands from the two of them, Vesper arching a brow as he takes the photo his sea green widening in horror at the familiar redhead in the photo. Lowly, he groans under his breath, why was it her? Why wouldn't it be some other princess that caused an uprising? Briefly, a small seed of pride flows through his chest at the thought of her causing a rebellion, an up rise.
"I see and what may I ask will you do with them?" Curious, he questions arching a brow of curiosity towards the headmistress.
"I'm not paying you to listen to my plot." Snippily, she remarks making the male slouch in his seat, cursing under his breath.
"Fine, fine be that way I thought all evil people love to monologue…" Mockingly, he taunts the woman.
"How dare you this is miss heinous!" Defensively, Gemini the hunchback for Miss Heinous comes to her defence.
"I really do not care." Blandly, he remarks tiredness and boredom etched into his tone as he turns to glance at Rasticore, raising his gloved claw from Druk, a part of him feeling pity for not continuing to pet his little dragon but he had business to tend to and the transaction of money had already been given, so he had no choice. Swiftly, he clicked his sharp fingertips as Rasticore turns on a tracking device. It shows him a map of the United States, and an indicator light blinks in southern California. He then attempts to start his dimensional chainsaw but…
"Ugh. Gimme a break. Stupid." Grumbling, Rasticore complains after tugging and pulling, each roar of the blade going quiet made the younger one of the two twitches, his eye twitch, his hand flexing, looking on the verge of snapping something in half.
"Do-Do you...?" Heinous begins patiently, fearfully backing up as he stands.
"Workin' on it!" Stubbornly, Rasticore grumbles only to flinch back from the harsh hand on his chainsaw stopping him.
"Just give it here you oaf." Fed up, Vesper stands, taking out his dimensional scissors and slashing them into the air making the older one of the boys bow his head with his limp chainsaw as the trio enter through the portal heading to the destination at hand, the Diaz household.
"Billie's Ballet Shoe Emporium. Our discounts are on pointe." Marco, why do you even have this?" Baffled, Janna, Star and I rustle into Marco's wallet on his couch.
"For your information, they are incredibly comfortable to wear around the house. What are you guys doing looking through my wallet anyway? Can't a guy get any privacy?" Marco complains placing a bowl of snacks down, which I sneakily steal.
"Nope." Smiling, Star confirms.
"Not with Janna about." Simply, I shrug.
"It's what I do." Smirking, Janna exclaims.
"Hey, what's with this weird card? It's all shaky." Frowning, Janna questions.
"Let me see that. Hey, this is the Quest Buy gift card I got for you, Marco. I can't believe you haven't used it yet. I got this for our six-month friendship-aversary so you could get yourself something special. If you don't use it, it'll expire!" Horrified, Star gasps.
"You haven't used it yet?" Surprised, I raise a brow.
"And you did?" Marco raises a brow.
"Um yes…" Nervously, I glance to the side.
"Um no." Scoffing, Janna reveals a similar card.
"Janna!" Annoyed, I hiss at the smirking girl.
"Wait is that…why haven't you used the one I got you either!" Betrayed, Star questions me making me groan guilty over her hurt tone.
"Well for one I can't get to quest buy as easily as you can Star and besides, we don't really have the best track record with that place…" Calmly, I try to reason with her.
"Look, Star, it's not that I don't appreciate it, okay? It's just that the last time we went to Quest Buy, I almost got killed." Marco reminds her.
"Only cause you weren't handling those chargers correctly," Snidely, I remark as Marco rolls his eyes.
"But Marco, Ash, it expires tonight. Come on!" Begging, Star whimpers making me groan.
"Fine. Let's go." Tiredly, Maroc sighs.
"Yeah if we don't knowing Star, we'll end up dead." Bluntly, I deadpan.
"Oh, don't be so dramatic. Yay. Perfect! We'll be back in a bit Janna!" Scoffing, Star dismisses waving me off as she turns perk and takes out a familiar pair of scissors cutting into reality and revealing a familiar portal.
"Laters." Casually, Janna leans back against the sofa, ruffling into Marco's purse.
"Alright, let's get you the perfect gift!" Enthusiastic, Star declares outstretching her arms out.
"Oh no." Pained, Marco and I chorus in horror at the numerous objects on store for us.
"See anything you like? Look. There's a Skullaroid camera. Takes pictures specifically of ghosts." Excitedly, Star gushes as dumbly, Marco and I follow after Star, looking around the place finding nothing really but junk.
"Uh, I don't think so." Swiftly, Marco rejects.
"Ooh what about this fire breathing puppy!?" Eager, Star offers.
"Ooh!" Starry eyed, I approach the fire breathing puppy only to meet Marco's stern glare.
"No. We have enough at home." Sternly, Marco cuts Star off making me whine at the ass.
"Ooh, how about some spooky haunted garden gnomes?" Star offers.
"Janna would like that." I hum out loud considering it.
"Ugh, look at all this stuff. This is exactly why I do not like shopping. I can never make up my mind. Frustrated," Marco groans.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy there, Mr. Picky Pants. Luckily, we got until midnight." Star assures him as we continue with our search.
Content, Janna eats some Gold'n crisp unaware of the sound of fabric being ripped as a portal opens up to reveal Rasticore and a frowning Vesper, his brow furrowed.
"Tell me where Princess Star, princess Ash and Princess Marco are located." Rasticore demands.
"They went to Quest Buy." Flailing, Janna thrashes in the tight iron grip around her throat, tears pricking her
"The one near the galactic vortex, or the one with the big parking lot?" Rasticore questions her, Janna's browns remaining on her phone.
"She wouldn't know she's human, here." Vesper pulls out a familiar tracking device, alongside taking out a familiar set of scissors impaling them into the air as Rasticore follows after him inside.
"Ooh, that's getting a little too close for comfort. Marco, Ash I don't mean to rush you guys, but it's been hours. If you don't find something soon, the card will expire and go to waste." Concerned, Star tells us showing off her wand watch thing.
"You know it's hard for me to shop in public. Plus, I'm just not that into Quest Buy gear." Marco confesses.
"Same, it seems more like a yard sale." Honestly, I confess seeing more quantity than quality.
"Ugh, Marco! Ash! That have literally everything in the universe here. There has to be something you two want. Please! Hurry up!" Impatiently, Star yells at us.
"Star I don't even know what I want to be how would I know this!?" Furious, I demand from her.
"If you're going to rush me, then I'll just buy some piece of junk now, and come back to exchange it later, okay?" Marco scowls only for our eyes to widen when the Quest Buy gift card flies out of his pocket and fires a ruby red laser at him, stunning us as we jump back, Maroc cradling his singed hand to his chest.
"What the heck⁈" Scared, we both gawk at the floating weapon.
"Oh, yeah. That. I may have forgotten to mention that this is a "friends to the end" gift card. You have to truly, deeply want the item you spend it on, or else it won't work." Star reveals to us making us glare at her.
"Star, why would you give us a card like that? Especially when you know how divisive we are!?" Flabbergasted, I demand from her.
"Because I wanted to get you something you really liked." Sweetly, she smiles.
"Okay. Fine. Just, uh, nothing in this section." Tired, Marco sighs.
"Good, 'cause I don't like you either." Rudely, a chicken in a bottle on sale rebukes.
"I see why you're on sale…" Annoyed, Marco furrows his brow.
"Alright, alright. I'm sorry, but I really can't decide under this kind of pressure. Maybe we can get an extension on the card." I offer exhausted.
"Well, we can try. Excuse me. I have a question." Hopeful, Star smiles as we follow after her as Star walks up to a store worker's behind the customer service desk.
"Not my department." Lazily, the sloth mutters.
"Is that the only line you guys know?" Annoyed, I scowl at the familiar mark.
"But you're customer service." Confused, Star points to the sign.
"Oh, yeah. We really need to ditch that sign. Fine. How can I help you?" Exhausted, he questions Star.
"Is there any way we can extend the expiration date on this card?" She asks giving him the card.
"Shouldn't be a problem. Uh, you know what? No. This is a "friends to the end" gift card. It's not only impervious to change, but when it expires, so do you." Indifferently, the sloth informs us making my eyes widen horrified.
"What⁈ Like, we die?" Scared, Marco gawks.
"Geez. Everyone's gotta die some time. This just guarantees that you'll die sooner. It's all here in the contract your friend signed. If you don't use it by midnight, zap, ha ha. The three of you get blasted into oblivion." The sloth reveals.
"Zap?! Tell me again, Star. Why did you get me a card like this?" Lost, Marco questions her.
"Do you want us to die!?" Flabbergasted, I demand from her.
"I didn't know. I never read the fine print." Weakly, she smiles.
"Always read the fine print Star. I mean look at this contract!" Marco frowns.
"It's in bold! BOLD!" Angrily, I gesture to the floating contract. The contract, floating in the air besides him, is dark purple with bat-like wings.
"There's gotta be something we can do." Weakly, Star reasons.
"Nope. Sorry, dude. Um, dudes. You know, seeing as there's only a few hours left, you better go find something you really like." The worker advises us.
"No! Really!? I thought we would just wait here until we are disintegrated!" Angrily, I scream at the sloth.
"You need to chill dude." Drowsily, he mumbles.
"Do NOT tell me to chill!" Snarling, I roar at him as Star places her arms around me dragging me away from tearing him into shreds.
Urgently, we run back into the aisles, screaming, unsuspecting of a certain portal being ripped open as Rasticore opens a portal into the store, though he struggles to get through it, tripping over while sighing, Vesper watches the mess struggle.
"Uh, yes, before you ask, this is not my..." Snarling, Rasticore blasts the worker with a quick laser.
"Someone's in a mood. You look this way we'll cover more ground." Vesper reasons to Rasticore nodding his head as the two split up. Vesper approaching the groaning worker for information while Rasticore rushes into battle like a moron.
"Activating expiration mode. Enough nonsense. Choose your gift. Your life depends on it. Commencing countdown to your expiration date. You have ten minutes…"
"ARGHH!" Screaming, I run away from the freaky card now with a body of bright blue light chasing after me, firing at me. Easily, I dodge it's fiery lasers but I can't say the same for the merch presented.
"So, this is where you were hiding is that a….?" Surprised, my eyes widen to find Vesper as his sea green meet my startled yellow only for us two to note the approaching figure.
"Friendship expiration card it's going to kill me." Curtly, I cut him off grabbing his arm as we run.
"Oh, for the…what did you do!?" Peeved, he scowls at me.
"Why are you blaming me!?" Frustrated, I demand from him offended as we both glare at one another.
"You tend to be the catalyst!" Snidely, he points outs.
"I didn't ask for it and for your information this was all Star." Defensively, I argue.
"What? A simple butterfly causing destruction they are known for their beauty how could such an innocent insect cause such chaos?" Mockingly, he clicks his tongue.
"Why not ask the expiration card!? I do not appreciate your sass right now either!" Snippily, I growl.
"Look you just need to find something you want." Aggravated, he tells me.
"How do you know!?" Surprised, I raise a brow when he grabs one of the shelves, my eyes winding at the sheer size of the shelf causing a tremor as we duck down and take cover. Panicked, my heart races, panting as Vesper notes and places his hand on my shoulder.
"Level your breathing, it will hear us." Sternly, he tells me as I follow his breath managing to calm down as I bow my head grateful.
"Because I used this method to kill a few I had to hunt down." He confesses.
"What!?" Stunned, I blink taken aback.
"Hey it's easy money besides those cards are cheap…" Honestly, he confesses to me as I note him taking a few of the scattered products, raising a brow when his hand grasp hold of a yoyo as he experiments with it until popping open the lid of some sort of eyeball lollipop, making me grimace as he offers me one. Politely, I decline making him shrug and shoving it in his pocket for later as he enjoys the one, he has now.
"Star…that would explain this whole destruction thing. What do we do?" I ask him.
"Well let's see books right, maybe fault in our star's that's alright, maybe pride and prejudice…" He looks down as I follow him looking at the scattered products.
"These are all romance genres." I point out.
"The best genre." Confidently, he assures me making me roll my eyes.
"No. the best genre is non-fiction or books based on history I guess…" I shrug not sure what to say.
"Maybe open up your book genres…" He hints as I scoff.
"And maybe you should help me get rid of this thing…" I hint back.
"I will if I knew how…" He smirks.
"So, you don't." I respond.
"Yep. Well…wait maybe this…" Hopeful, he smiles at me.
"What is it?" Curious, I arch a brow.
"Ancient mewman…" He tells me.
"Ancient mewman?" Intrigued, I ask.
"It's meant to help translate some texts you're a friend of Butterflies. It may provide to be useful; it may have some Mewni culture in there…" He reasons as my eyes widen opening the book, my yellows widening at the oddly familiar symbols but now is not the time. Quickly, I shake my head snapping myself out of my thoughts.
"Ooh that sounds great!" Brightly, I smile at the book before me.
"Right let's go!" Rapidly, he grabs my hand as I squeak next thing I know, the card follows me as we approach a buyer and buy the book however just as we…
"One minute to expiration…"
"Star!" Concerned, I rush over, Vesper following after me to find a glass window broken and Vesper and I dive inside, to find some green guy jumping through the ceiling, tackling the card's figure.
"Are the stairs in this place? Princesses, my name is Rasticore Chaosus Disastervaine. Miss Heinous sent me. Prepare to ..." Swiftly, Rasticore is electrocuted as the card rematerializes.
"And this is why I work alone." Grumbling, I hear Vesper complain as Marco quickly buys a new purse, stopping the friendship cards, which are quickly taken away from us and detonated as we go back home, having found the purse for Marco and well…
"What is with this thing? How the heck are you even supposed to open this?" Frowning, Star messes with the newfound purse as we return back to the Diaz household on Marco's sofa.
"Janna." I call out gently taking the wallet from Star and passing it to Janna, leaving it to the master.
"On it." Smirking, Janna takes the wallet from me.
"Nice try, ladies. Its thumbprint lock will allow no man or magical creature to ever break into..." Marco boasts.
"Got it." Smirking, Janna reveals.
"Janna, get out of town!" Gawking, Marco gasps.
"How did you do that Janna?" Amazed, Star blinks.
"Never question Janna's mastery over ruining someone's privacy." Smugly, I boat as Janna smirks at me.
"I got Marco's thumbprint. In fact, I've got all of your sensitive information, Marco." Snickering, Jana reveals unnerving Marco.
"Get outta town!" Scared, Marco screams and flees leaving us to explore the dark depths of unexplored territory, that is Marco's new wallet.
"Apologies for being late. Seems my colleague is a moron." Chirpily, a familiar voice rings out as Vesper struts inside a familiar room. Miss Heinous sat on her chair brow furrowed as she is warmly greeted by the hooded male, in his arms a box which he tosses to the floor like yesterday's news as Gemini scuttles over.
"Delivery from Quest Buy, milady. But I wouldn't open it. You're not going to like it." Gemini informs Miss Heinous.
"Oh, well, then there are two things in this room I don't like." Sighing, Miss Heinous opens the box. Inside lies Rasticore's hand and tracking device.
"Rasticore! I'll get you, Princess Marco…princess Ashely." Gloomily, Miss Heinous declares to the high heavens cursing. Smirking, Vesper leans back in his seat, chuckling lowly under his breath as he takes out a familiar book in hand, known as pride and prejudice…
*What do you guys think of Vesper? Would love to know!*