Chapter 7
I've got a dream!


(Author's Note)
CASSIE, NO, DON'T TERRORIZE THE ALCHEMIST BY BRINGING HIM TO THE SNUGGLY DUCKLING, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!

Wow, I've spent 3 hours straight making the first 6 chapters.
I can't believe it! This chapter is definitely made on a different day than the rest, so yeah.

I am not Varian, I don't stay up for hours at a time because of alchemy.
(Though to be fair... I am like him in many other ways.)

Also, I should point out, the Snuggly Duckling thugs are NOT roleswapped, because I couldn't figure out how to swap them.

~ VarianLeAlchimiste


In the woods, Fidella sniffed around, trying to find where Flyianna went, and then came across Father Cap. Fidella looked up at Cap and nodded.

"Oh, a Palace horse. Where's your rider?" Father Cap looked at her.
He then froze; "Varian."

He suddenly ran off, heading back to the tower. What if the Royal Guards had found Varian?!

Father Cap ran to the tower and looked to the window and called for him, "Varian!"

"Varian, let down your hair!"

There wasn't a response.

Father Cap ran to the other side of the tower, forcefully dug his nails into the rocks and opened a secret door. He dashed up the stairs and headed inside the tower. He looked around, "Varian?"

"Varian? Varian!" He got frantic.

He then noticed a staircase step out-of-place, so he headed over and moved it...
To find a satchel.

Upon looking inside, it had a crown and a wanted poster of a sharp-toothed woman.

Meanwhile, Flyianna and Varian were walking together,
"I know it's around here, somewhere..." She said.

"Ah, there it is. The Snuggly duckling. Don't worry, very quaint place, perfect for you. Don't want you scaring, and giving up on this endeavor now do we?" Flyianna caught glimpse of the tavern and its cuddly-looking sign. Varian looked at the sign, "Well, I do like ducklings."

Flyianna mockingly exclaimed, hands to her chest; "Yaaaaaay!"


Flyianna busted into the doors of the tavern, "Garcon, your finest table, please."
Varian looked inside and then quickly hid behind Flyianna, startled.

There was extremely dangerous and tough-looking thugs and ruffians inside. They had unkempt hair, horned-helmets, teeth missing, hooks for hands and feet...

Flyianna sniffed and said, "You smell that? Take a deep breath through the nose."
"Really, let that seep in." She added.

She looked over at Varian. "What are you getting? Because to me, it's part man smell and the other part is really bad man smell. I don't know why, but overall, it smells like the color brown. Your thoughts?" Flyianna raised her brows.

Varian was too scared to speak.

"That's a lot of hair." One of the thugs (who had a very deep voice) spoke.

Flyianna put her arm around Varian, "He's growing it out, is that blood on your mustache? Goldie, look at this, look at all the blood on his mustache. Good sir, that's a lot of blood."

Varian suddenly began to feel light-headed at the sight of this.

"Hey, you don't look so good, Blondie. Maybe we should get you home. Call it a day. Probably better off." Flyianna looked at Varian. He wheezed, "No, no, I just... I get the feeling that I'm going to faint when I see blood..." Varian explained, but Flyianna didn't seem to listen and continued her sentence, "This is a five star joint after all. And if you can't handle this place, well maybe you should be back in your tower." She snickered.

Vladimir, one of the thugs, stopped her from walking away.
She looked at what the thug was holding, and it was her wanted-poster.

"Is this you?" Vladimir raised his fuzzy brow.

Flyianna looked very unamused at the wanted-poster, "Ugh, now they're just being mean."

Hook Hand laughed, "Oh, it's her all right."
"Greno, go find some guards. That reward is going to buy me a new hook!"

Attila noted, "I can use the money."

Vladimir snarled, "What about me? I'm broke."

All the thugs then began fighting over Flyianna. "GET BACK!" They all started shouting at each other, pulling and dragging Flyianna around aggressively.

Varian felt tears build in his eyes, "Please, stop!"

Flyianna tried to reason with the thugs, "We can work this out!"

Varian tugged on the cloth of one of the thugs, "Hey, leave her alone!"

Flyianna's voice cracked, "Please."

Varian shouted, "Give me back my guide! Ruffians!"

Flyianna shouted, "Not the mouth, not the teeth!"

Varian finally snapped, and screamed; "Put her down!"

The thugs stopped, dropping Flyianna and looking at Varian. "Okay, I don't know where I am, and I need him to take me to see the lanterns, because I've been dreaming about them my entire life." Varian explained to them. "Find your humanity!" He added.

Varian looked down and whimpered, "Haven't any of you ever had a dream?"

The thugs looked at each other, and Hook Hand decided to start singing.

"I'm malicious, mean and scary!"
"My sneer could curdle dairy."
"And violence-wise, my hands are not the cleanest."

"But despite my evil look,"
"And my temper, and my hook..."
"I've always yearned to be a concert pianist!"

"Can'tcha see me on the stage performin' Mozart?"
"Tickling the ivories 'till they gleam?"

"Yep, I'd rather be called deadly for my killer show-tune medley!"

The thugs clapped and cheered for him.

"Thank you!"

"'Cause way down deep inside,"

"I've got a dream!"

He's got a dream!

He's got a dream!

"See, I ain't as cruel and vicious as I seem!"
"Though I do like breaking femurs,"
"You can count me with the dreamers."

"Like everybody else, I've got a dream!"

Big Nose started singing this time, about his own dream

"I've got scars and lumps and bruises,"
"Plus something here that oozes."

"And let's not even mention my complexion..."

"But despite my extra toes,"
"And my goiter, and my nose,"

"I really want to make a love connection..."

"Can't you see me with a special little lady?"
"Rowin' in a rowboat down the stream?"
"Though I'm one disgusting blighter,"

"I'm a lover, not a fighter."
"'Cause way down deep inside,"

"I've got a dream."

I've got a dream!

He's got a dream!

I've got a dream!

He's got a dream!

"And I know one day romance will reign supreme!"

"Though my face leaves people screaming,"
"There's a child behind it, dreaming,"
"Like everybody else,"

"I've got a dream."

One of the thugs sung about the others' dreams:

"Tor would like to quit and be a florist,"
"Gunther does interior design,"
"Ulf is into mime,"
"Attila's cupcakes are sublime,"
"Bruiser knits, Killer sews,"
"Fang does little puppet shows,"

"And Vladimir collects ceramic unicorns!"

Vladimir took two tiny ceramic unicorns and gently made them kiss.

They all looked at Flyianna and the Hook Hand walked up to her aggressively, "What about you?"
Flyianna stared, "I'm sorry... Me?" She asked.

Big Nose took her off the pin on the wall, "What's your dream?"

Flyianna shook her head, "No, no, no, sorry boys, I don't sing..." She then leaned against the post with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face.

Suddenly, all the thugs pulled out knifes and swords and axes at Flyianna threateningly.

Flyianna hopped on the counter and started singing awkwardly,

"I have dreams, like you- no, really!"
"Just much less touchy-feely,"
"They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny,"
"On an island that I own."
"Tanned and rested and alone,"
"Surrounded by enormous piles of money,

The thugs seemed to completely ignore Flyianna by this point.

"I've got a dream!"
Varian started.

He's got a dream!

"I've got a dream!"
Varian giggled.

He's got a dream!

Varian sung, happily,
"I just want to see the floating lanterns gleam!"

Yeahh!

"And with every passing hour,"
"I'm so glad I left my tower!"

"Like all you lovely folks,"
"I've got a dream!"

He's got a dream!

She's got a dream!

They've got a dream!

We've got a dream!

So our diff 'rences ain't really that extreme!

We're one big team!

Call us brutal, sick, sadistic,
And grotesquely optimistic!

'Cause way down deep inside,
We've got a dream!

I've got a dream!

I've got a dream!

I've got a dream!

I've got a dream!

I've got a dream!

I've got a dream!

Yes way down deep inside, I've got a dream!

Yeahh!