Amitie becomes Carbuncle's new owner, and Arle has no patience for Satan trying to make her his fiance. Requested by huskynator on tumblr!
No Good
Stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp!
Arle's breathing grew ragged as she dashed up the cracked steps of Satan's newest castle. She sucked down a quick gasp of air and renewed her vigor, racing faster than before.
"How could you let this happen? How could you let this even happen?" Rulue shrieked, chasing Arle up the steps. "This is all your fault!"
"If I wanted to hear your complaining, then I wouldn't be running away from you!" Arle snapped, glaring over her shoulder. Stumbling, she quickly caught the golden bannister and steadied herself, Rulue's footsteps sharply coming to a halt behind her. Heaving out a breath, she pinched her brow. "Look, I'm sorry. I've said that forty times already."
"You're not sorry enough! This is all your fault!" Rulue jabbed her forefinger into Arle's shoulder. Narrowing her eyes into a sinister glare, she lowered her voice. "You'd best prepare yourself for the consequences if the worst case scenario plays out."
Slapping Rulue's hand off her, she hissed, "I know that. I've been kicking myself the entire time up these stupidly long stairs. Now, are you gonna cooperate with me or am I going to have to Ice Storm you all the way back down to the entrance because right now, all I care about is making sure Amitie is okay."
The sharp warning raised the hairs on the back of Rulue's neck. Furrowing her brow, she balled her hands into fists and willed herself to remain in control. She had more pressing matters than letting Arle threaten her. Stiffly nodding, she followed Arle the rest of the way up the marble staircase.
Coming across black double doors, they knew they reached the very top of Satan's castle. Arle streaked her fingers through her messy auburn locks. Rulue crossed her arms, tapping her foot and letting Arle take charge. Pressing her palms together, Arle summoned a wave of ice and blasted straight through the entrance, blowing the doors off their golden hinges.
As the doors slammed onto the ground, Arle stormed into the throne room, bellowing, "All right, Satan! Don't play games with me! Where's Amitie?"
"Hiya, Arle!"
Her bold composure swiftly fell as she took in the sight of Amitie sitting comfortably on Satan's velvet and gold throne among a throng of Carbuncle merchandise. She kicked her legs and beamed brighter than a star. Surrounding her were pictures, plushies, and various spreads of Carbuncle that forced Arle to barely suppress a shudder.
Next to Amitie was Satan pouring her a glass of lemonade from a porcelain pitcher. He straightened his back upon seeing Arle, his expression changing from caution to mirth.
"What's...going on?" Rulue asked, tentatively stepping next to her friend.
"That's what I'd like to know," Arle seethed, gritting her teeth.
"Well, this is a surprise. It seems Arly has finally come to her senses." Satan smirked and handed Amitie her glass of lemonade. "Jealousy truly can bring out the deepest emotions of a confused heart."
"No, no, it does not and will not." Arle dragged her hands down her face. "Just...Amitie, what are you doing?"
Amitie tilted her head, and her hat shifted. Underneath her Puyo hat, Carbuncle poked his head out and made himself snug like a bug in a rug. He uttered a few soft "gus" as he slumbered, his ears crowning Amitie's cheeks.
"Well, when Carbuncle decided my hat made for a good blanket, I guess that made me his new owner, right?" she offered, patting Carbuncle's round, sleeping face.
"And I did say the owner of Carbuncle would be my fiance," Satan added, "which, by the way, she hasn't really expressed any interest in not being my-"
"Amitie, you can't go with him! He's way older than you! He's been trying to make me marry him for ages!" Arle blurted, throwing her arms out.
"Besides, only I am good enough to be Satan's beloved! Don't even think about cutting in line when I have Arle to deal with!" Rulue added, cracking her knuckles.
"Oh, no, this is not the time to get into that crap! We're saving Amitie first, and you can do whatever weird romance thing you want later!"
Amitie blinked, taking a ginger sip of her lemonade as Rulue immediately starting bickering with Arle. It wasn't like she went off with Satan. Carbuncle decided he was comfortable underneath her hat for a nap. Satan, albeit reluctantly, said they were now engaged because Carbuncle chose her. Certainly, it was an awkward situation since Satan had done it in front of her entire class in Primp Town, but the free lemonade was really nice.
"-and another thing, Arle! You aren't even his type!" Rulue shouted, and Arle threw her head back, a disgruntled, strangled cry breaking free from the back of her throat.
"I never wanted to be his type! Can you just work with me so we can get Amitie home?"
"I have a feeling I'm causing a lot of problems," Amitie said, handing Satan back her glass. "Maybe I should-huh?"
Carbuncle yawned, waking from his nap. He stretched, his tiny limbs popping, and he promptly leaped away from Amitie. He scurried back over to Arle and landed on her shoulder, nestling against her cheek.
"Oh! Well, that settles that! I think he just wanted a nice, warm place for a nap, but thanks for the lemonade!" Amitie exclaimed, leaping off Satan's throne and skipping to her friends.
Without another word, the scowling Arle turned and stormed down the steps, a headache already pounding behind her eyes.
"Oh, good. It seems that we're alone now, my Dark Prince," Rulue purred, but Satan snapped his wings open and took flight out the nearest window. Left alone, she dropped her head and sulked amidst the many smiling Carbuncle dolls.