CINDERFELLA
Chapter Three:
Cinderella fought back tears as his stepfamily left without him. This was his one chance to be able to escape from this hell-hole, gone. He collapsed onto the floor and just sat where he was. Then Cinderella heard a squeaking noise coming from the impossibly high cielings. High up in the rafters was a fairy, male, in a dress with fake wings, being lowered on wires by two stage hands dressed in black. One of the stage hands lost his grip on the rope, and the fairy-man dropped two meters. Then when the added weight hit the other stage hand, it proved to be too much for him to handle and he, too, let go of the wire. The fairy fell the remaining distance before hitting the floor with a smack.
It was then that Jack and Gus broke into uproarious mouse laughter, tittering wildly. Gus merely rolled while Jack managed to keep some composure,
"Dayum, faireh-boi! Yo' too fat, crackah! Dat's why dem stage hands dropped y'all!" he managed to blurt, falling back to join in Gus' rolling laughter. The fairy-man got up and dusted himself off.
"Shut up or I'll turn you both into worms and go fishing," he threatened the two mouse homies. Then he turned his attention to the stage hands, "You clumsy, uncoordinated MORONS! Who hired you, a monkey!?" Then, the fairy turned his attention to his dress. It was something reminiscent of a ballerina's dress, with a short skirt that flared out quite dramatically, showing off a good part of his legs, which were covered in opaque white leotards. Ballet slippers were on his feet and his long red hair was tied up with a glittering Tiara. The fairy let out an exasperated sigh.
"And who did the costumes around here? This was SO not in my contract. You'll be hearing from my agent, let me tell you!!!" he yelled to what seemed like no one in particular. A familiar squeaking sound was heard and on either of the fairy-man's shoulders there appeared a blob chibi; it was the director and her cohort. The director's cohort let out a growl-like noise and latched onto his ear lobe with her nasty sharp teeth, gnawing ravenously on it. The fairy looked at either of the chibies who had appeared on his shoulders. The one on his right, the director, he recognised,
"YOU. I should have known. What's the big idea?" he demanded.
"You're the fairy," said the director, and smiled a huge, cheezy smile. The fairy was about to protest when a thought hit him... if the Director was involved, then the blob-chibi hanging from his ear had to be . . .
"Quit it, you," he said to the Director's Cohort, attempting to flick her off his ear. The cohort simply latched on tighter, which probably caused more pain, then she got bored and let go, dropping to his shoulder, regaining her vacant facial expression,
"We can always put you in something even gheyer if you really don't like this design," she mumbled, her mouth much like a 0. The fairy pondered the threat. With these two, he was sure it meant that they actually HAD something gheyer to put him in... and so he decided to let the costume issue slide for now.
"No, that's fine," he insisted.
"Good," The director said. "Now quit complaining and get back to the story." The cohort nodded, and with that and the same squeak from before, they both vanished. And so the story continued.
Cinderella had stood up when the fairy hit floor, partly out of surprise and partly out of concern. When he . . . she . . . it . . . got up it seemed like he was fine, but then he had started complaining and talking to nobody that Cinderella could see. Great. His Fairy God . . . parent was talking to himself. Cinderella might as well hitchhike to the ball as he was.
"Anyway," said the fairy. "I'm your fairy godmother. I suppose you'll be wanting me to give you a gorgeous dress and hairstyle, a luxurious coach complete with footmen et al so you can go to the ball and attempt to win over your Prince Charming, right?"
Jack and Gus had since calmed down and were sitting atop... a random thing. Which was used for sitting. Gus sighed indignantly as he listened to the Fairy-man talk to the air; was he Schizophrenic? Jack tapped his paws together, listening then as the Fairy-man made a proposition to Cinderella,
"Yo g-man! Take da man's offa! At least den y'all can go to da ball, yo!" he shouted to Cinderella, waving an arm frantically as little tickies appeared above him to show the audience where he was.
"I don't want to try and pick up some prince, I want to pick up a beautiful young lady!" Cinderella protested. "I'm all for the luxurious coach, but couldn't you let me wear men's clothing, for once?" He was on a roll now. There was no way Cinderella was putting up with crap from some fruit of a fairy.
"And how can you be my fairy god MOTHER if you're a man?" The fairy pulled a rather thick softcover book with spiral bindings from out of nowhere and threw it at Cinderella,
"Because the script says so," he said. "Do you wanna go to the ball or no?" The mouse homies burst into another fit of uproarious mouse laughter as Jack continuously tittered, rolling all over the ... sitting apparatus while Gus attempted to keep his composure this time,
"Just take the dress. Even if the prince DOES pick you up, at least then you're free. And besides, your sisters never shut up about how the prince is so über-hot, so being married to a hot man is better than being stuck here, no?" he offered, trying to ...rationalize? with Cinderella.
Cinderella could argue that he seriously questioned his 'sisters' definition of an über-hot guy. He could also argue that if the prince DID marry him and attempt to gulp make babies with him on their wedding night, find out he was a guy and have his head cut off... but he reconsidered. Even if he ended up dead it was better than being alive in his current situation,
"Alright, I'll go," Cinderella decided.
"Good man," said Gus. "Because you gotta know... the Prince has to be at least a little ghey if he's picking you up because, let's face it; you're not the girliest man in a dress we've ever seen." Jack had since stopped laughing hysterically and was now merely tittering,
"Yea, g-man. Y'all ain't no girleh-boi, dat's fo' shizzle. Y'all just a man in a dress," he said, giggling. Gus snickered but said nothing. Cinderella's eyes went wide. He hadn't realized that... but still, being another man's husband... wife? was STILL better than his current life, especially being an über-hot prince's husband erm... wife?
"Still...I can't stay here," he said. The fairy smirked and cracked his fingers all at once.
"Great. Let's get started, then. I'm going to need a pumpkin, and a few rats. And those mice over there. Quick!"
Cinderella jumped up and quickly went to retreive the pumpkin and the rats, but found that there were no pumpkins left from the harvest, and took an onion instead and set them before the fairy. The fairy pulled out his wand and waved it above the objects, not bothering to ask about the onion,
"Hocuscadabra!" he said triumphantly. The onion became a carriage. The mouse-homies the mules that pulled it, and the rats became footmen. "And your dress," said the fairy, moving on to Cinderella.
"You had better give me comfy shoes," Cinderella complained as the fairy did his thing.
"Hocuscadabra!" Cinderella found himself wearing the most beautiful dress he had ever seen. His face was beautifully made up, and in his hair was a glittering diamond tiara. Cinderella lifted the skirts of his dress to take a look at his shoes,
"Adidas F50s!" he exclaimed happily.
"Comfy, aren't they?" explained the fairy proudly. "Your dress is so long no one can see your feet anyway. Now get going so I can call my agent." Cinderella ran for his onion-carriage and stopped just short of it. He turned back to the fairy,
"Thanks a lot!" he said and was off. As the ...carriage pulled away, the Fairy turned and shouted as he was dialing on his cell phone,
"Be back by midnight! That's when the spell wears off!" though whether or not Cinderella heard him or not, he was unsure.
Chapter Three:
Cinderella fought back tears as his stepfamily left without him. This was his one chance to be able to escape from this hell-hole, gone. He collapsed onto the floor and just sat where he was. Then Cinderella heard a squeaking noise coming from the impossibly high cielings. High up in the rafters was a fairy, male, in a dress with fake wings, being lowered on wires by two stage hands dressed in black. One of the stage hands lost his grip on the rope, and the fairy-man dropped two meters. Then when the added weight hit the other stage hand, it proved to be too much for him to handle and he, too, let go of the wire. The fairy fell the remaining distance before hitting the floor with a smack.
It was then that Jack and Gus broke into uproarious mouse laughter, tittering wildly. Gus merely rolled while Jack managed to keep some composure,
"Dayum, faireh-boi! Yo' too fat, crackah! Dat's why dem stage hands dropped y'all!" he managed to blurt, falling back to join in Gus' rolling laughter. The fairy-man got up and dusted himself off.
"Shut up or I'll turn you both into worms and go fishing," he threatened the two mouse homies. Then he turned his attention to the stage hands, "You clumsy, uncoordinated MORONS! Who hired you, a monkey!?" Then, the fairy turned his attention to his dress. It was something reminiscent of a ballerina's dress, with a short skirt that flared out quite dramatically, showing off a good part of his legs, which were covered in opaque white leotards. Ballet slippers were on his feet and his long red hair was tied up with a glittering Tiara. The fairy let out an exasperated sigh.
"And who did the costumes around here? This was SO not in my contract. You'll be hearing from my agent, let me tell you!!!" he yelled to what seemed like no one in particular. A familiar squeaking sound was heard and on either of the fairy-man's shoulders there appeared a blob chibi; it was the director and her cohort. The director's cohort let out a growl-like noise and latched onto his ear lobe with her nasty sharp teeth, gnawing ravenously on it. The fairy looked at either of the chibies who had appeared on his shoulders. The one on his right, the director, he recognised,
"YOU. I should have known. What's the big idea?" he demanded.
"You're the fairy," said the director, and smiled a huge, cheezy smile. The fairy was about to protest when a thought hit him... if the Director was involved, then the blob-chibi hanging from his ear had to be . . .
"Quit it, you," he said to the Director's Cohort, attempting to flick her off his ear. The cohort simply latched on tighter, which probably caused more pain, then she got bored and let go, dropping to his shoulder, regaining her vacant facial expression,
"We can always put you in something even gheyer if you really don't like this design," she mumbled, her mouth much like a 0. The fairy pondered the threat. With these two, he was sure it meant that they actually HAD something gheyer to put him in... and so he decided to let the costume issue slide for now.
"No, that's fine," he insisted.
"Good," The director said. "Now quit complaining and get back to the story." The cohort nodded, and with that and the same squeak from before, they both vanished. And so the story continued.
Cinderella had stood up when the fairy hit floor, partly out of surprise and partly out of concern. When he . . . she . . . it . . . got up it seemed like he was fine, but then he had started complaining and talking to nobody that Cinderella could see. Great. His Fairy God . . . parent was talking to himself. Cinderella might as well hitchhike to the ball as he was.
"Anyway," said the fairy. "I'm your fairy godmother. I suppose you'll be wanting me to give you a gorgeous dress and hairstyle, a luxurious coach complete with footmen et al so you can go to the ball and attempt to win over your Prince Charming, right?"
Jack and Gus had since calmed down and were sitting atop... a random thing. Which was used for sitting. Gus sighed indignantly as he listened to the Fairy-man talk to the air; was he Schizophrenic? Jack tapped his paws together, listening then as the Fairy-man made a proposition to Cinderella,
"Yo g-man! Take da man's offa! At least den y'all can go to da ball, yo!" he shouted to Cinderella, waving an arm frantically as little tickies appeared above him to show the audience where he was.
"I don't want to try and pick up some prince, I want to pick up a beautiful young lady!" Cinderella protested. "I'm all for the luxurious coach, but couldn't you let me wear men's clothing, for once?" He was on a roll now. There was no way Cinderella was putting up with crap from some fruit of a fairy.
"And how can you be my fairy god MOTHER if you're a man?" The fairy pulled a rather thick softcover book with spiral bindings from out of nowhere and threw it at Cinderella,
"Because the script says so," he said. "Do you wanna go to the ball or no?" The mouse homies burst into another fit of uproarious mouse laughter as Jack continuously tittered, rolling all over the ... sitting apparatus while Gus attempted to keep his composure this time,
"Just take the dress. Even if the prince DOES pick you up, at least then you're free. And besides, your sisters never shut up about how the prince is so über-hot, so being married to a hot man is better than being stuck here, no?" he offered, trying to ...rationalize? with Cinderella.
Cinderella could argue that he seriously questioned his 'sisters' definition of an über-hot guy. He could also argue that if the prince DID marry him and attempt to gulp make babies with him on their wedding night, find out he was a guy and have his head cut off... but he reconsidered. Even if he ended up dead it was better than being alive in his current situation,
"Alright, I'll go," Cinderella decided.
"Good man," said Gus. "Because you gotta know... the Prince has to be at least a little ghey if he's picking you up because, let's face it; you're not the girliest man in a dress we've ever seen." Jack had since stopped laughing hysterically and was now merely tittering,
"Yea, g-man. Y'all ain't no girleh-boi, dat's fo' shizzle. Y'all just a man in a dress," he said, giggling. Gus snickered but said nothing. Cinderella's eyes went wide. He hadn't realized that... but still, being another man's husband... wife? was STILL better than his current life, especially being an über-hot prince's husband erm... wife?
"Still...I can't stay here," he said. The fairy smirked and cracked his fingers all at once.
"Great. Let's get started, then. I'm going to need a pumpkin, and a few rats. And those mice over there. Quick!"
Cinderella jumped up and quickly went to retreive the pumpkin and the rats, but found that there were no pumpkins left from the harvest, and took an onion instead and set them before the fairy. The fairy pulled out his wand and waved it above the objects, not bothering to ask about the onion,
"Hocuscadabra!" he said triumphantly. The onion became a carriage. The mouse-homies the mules that pulled it, and the rats became footmen. "And your dress," said the fairy, moving on to Cinderella.
"You had better give me comfy shoes," Cinderella complained as the fairy did his thing.
"Hocuscadabra!" Cinderella found himself wearing the most beautiful dress he had ever seen. His face was beautifully made up, and in his hair was a glittering diamond tiara. Cinderella lifted the skirts of his dress to take a look at his shoes,
"Adidas F50s!" he exclaimed happily.
"Comfy, aren't they?" explained the fairy proudly. "Your dress is so long no one can see your feet anyway. Now get going so I can call my agent." Cinderella ran for his onion-carriage and stopped just short of it. He turned back to the fairy,
"Thanks a lot!" he said and was off. As the ...carriage pulled away, the Fairy turned and shouted as he was dialing on his cell phone,
"Be back by midnight! That's when the spell wears off!" though whether or not Cinderella heard him or not, he was unsure.