It's been awhile since I've written a (humor-laced) chapter for "Ritual". Enjoy.
Unholy shrieks emanated from Dracula's fortress. They were shrieks soaked in pain and agony. They were ear-bursting, hair raising - and they came from Shirra's room. Shirra was the screamer. The cause?
Knots in her hair. (A/n: She should try re-bonding…)
Pixel was shaking from all the noise. Vladislaus, as composed and calm as dark, charismatic evil men go, thought the battle cries of Old was Mozart compared to that cacophony upstairs, no matter how much he loved his dear wife. And besides, he was sick and tired from having to comb his hair down (the 187th time this week) after her shrieks made it stand on ends. This was beginning to become a ritual for them all.
Dracula tore up the stairs and knocked-he was a gentleman to the last- on her door.
The sounds –now louder- made the cries of Hell sound ever so bearable. They stopped.
The door swung open-and a woman resembling Sadako (from "The Ring"-the original), albeit with a rat's nest of hair, appeared. Dracula cracked a few ribs from not laughing at the icing on this cake: A comb was still stuck, nay, fused into her hair.
"Need help?"
"Understatement."
She growled.
Dracula decide to remove the comb from her hair to start. It proved difficult-but not impossible.
"Now, sit down."
Amazingly, Dracula managed to comb her hair into a somewhat decent –looking style.
That was…until he hit a knot.
"Great,"
He muttered. He pulled-or tried to- and he pulled, and he pulled, until-
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Pixel decided to pay his lady a visit, to see how she was doing with her battle with her hair. As he was about to open the door, a figure in black flew out of the door-into Pixel, sending them both out of the window-and all the way down (One word: Ow.).
Shirra ran to the window, horrified at the turn of events.
"Are you alright?"
"Besides the fact that we are currently in pain…YES!"
roared two voices.
"FOR THAT, VLADISALUS DRAGULIA, YOU ARE SLEEPING OUTSIDE TONIGHT!"
With that, the windows slammed shut.
Down below, Dracula looked at Pixel. Pixel started,
"She should try re-bonding-
"YOU'RE doing it next time."
(END)