I had the idea for this oneshot at the same time I was working on "Forever At Your Service." I wrote it down rather easily, and it's a chance to see the Sugar Plum Fairy's way of thinking. I was disappointed that she turned out to be the villain the whole time, but it made her all the more fun to write with. I liked her outfit, though. ^_^ I wish I had one for myself.

Well, enjoy this fanfiction from me. I'm glad I waited this long to write for this movie. :)


It would've been grand. It would've been perfect. But she ruined it. I had the Four Realms under my heel, and I would've ruled them all.

But she had to come poking her nose where it doesn't belong. She came to our world with a shoddy excuse that she was looking for a "Christmas gift from her godfather." But I knew what she was after. She wanted to take control of the Realms, and chuck me out.

They never saw it coming when I framed Mother Ginger for betraying us. She caught me with the key, and she took it from my hand, when Hawthorne, Phillip, and Shiver came barging in, I immediately blamed her. Her banishment took place in an instant, and I was glad to see her hide away in shame. It's what she deserves for getting in my way.

I had lost the key, but I could wait for a while. I had my Land to rule over. Always putting on a smile and carrying on. It's amusing to see the ones who trust you willingly depend on you for guidance and solace. Marie broke that trust, and I never forgave her. She tore apart what was special between us, and not just me, but all of us. She was to rule the Realms with us together. And she chose to give it up. For what? For her family? How selfish of her. She's the childish one, not me.

Several years were spent in peace while secretly formulating my plan. I had to wait until the right time. I spent my free time with Hawthorne and Shiver. They were good company, but they didn't fill the void that was left in my heart. Marie was the one that made the hatred in my heart. Hurting those who are weak, betraying those who love you...it's quite an enjoyable game. Amusing.

It's such an enjoyable game; manipulating your friends. Just act like you care and no one will notice. Just keep having them eating out of the palm of your hand.

And then she came. Clara was like Marie, but she wasn't her. Keeping her entertained in the Realms was the time I needed to carry out my plan. The time had come. She was just what I needed to make it work. I could have her imprisoned and make her be my plaything. And it would be just like it was when Marie was alive. Clara wasn't Marie, but I could make it work.

I had hoped to have her in the dark longer, but when she learned the truth, everything seemed to slip out of me like sand through an hourglass. I had the key with me and I had my Tin Soldiers to carry out my tyranny. I could rule all Four Realms as an empress. Ruling above others without having to answer to anyone. All powerful and unstoppable.

But then they came. Mother Ginger and her band of flukes, the Polichinelles. I had to hand it to her. She managed to get into the Engine Room with the help of her clowns. It was my mistake underestimating her, she was cleverer than she led on. But I wasn't going to be stopped by some old crone. I had her tied up and placed on the platform under the Engine. The very Engine that Marie used to bring us to life. I had it reprogrammed to turn her back into a toy. It was a pleasure to know that Clara had fled. Without her no one could stop me.

But I was foiled again.

Clara arrived to save the day, and she had to ruin it all—again. I had my Tin Soldiers stop her before she could do anything foolish. She tried to talk some "sense" into me and how what I was doing was "wrong." I spat back that her mother abandoned her, too, and she had the audacity to say that her mother gave her "everything she needed." How could she believe that? She is all alone. The only reason you don't feel alone is because you're surrounded by people. Clara was the one in denial. I didn't want to hear any more of it, and I wanted to turn Mother Ginger back into a toy, but Clara fiddled with the Engine and it was now aiming at me. The laser blasted me and I felt the life escape me, my consciousness squeezed out. My skin hardened back into porcelain, the blood in my veins dissolved like dust, and finally my limbs stiffened. My eyes stared into nothingness. I was defeated.

I am back into the darkness. I can no longer speak, or move. And I knew that my Tin Soldiers stopped moving the moment I turned into a toy again.

At first I saw brightness, then I saw darkness. Where did they put me? They shall pay for this. This won't be the end. I swear that someday I will come back and exactly my revenge on Clara. She got away with it, but she will pay for this. She will pay for the day she took everything from me. My soldiers. My kingdom. Everything. What she did was no better. She's just as bad as her mother. As they say, like mother, like daughter. I just know my ex-friends are laughing in my face, and celebrating my demise. But no matter. But we'll see who's laughing when I come back to life. Mark my words, this will not be the end. I will have it all back. The decadence, the power, all of it.

The bitter loneliness has seeped into me, and I float here in this measureless, bottomless darkness. They think they're not lonely because they're together. Wait until it happens to them, and then they'll be truly lonely. It's utter hell. It leeches into you and sucks you dry. Every emotion I had is gone, and all I have now is the deep hollowness. Empty, just like my growing hatred that was planted the moment Marie left us. Empty, hollow, dead, and gone. It's a feeling I've grown to love. The shadows embrace me and I embrace it. It's welcoming, and I accept it into my hollow being. This loneliness is all I have to feed my rage.

This loneliness is all I have left, and I know that I can control it to my whim. It is all I have at my disposal. I take great pleasure for not deserting me. Loneliness is both my subject and ally.

I have all the time in the world now, and it's all I have to do. Wait, and hope someone is ignorant enough to bring me back to life.

In fact, it'll happen in an instant.


It's pretty short, but I guess that was the point. Not too long, not too fancy. Simple and sweet. :3 Plus, the cover I used is suppose to show Sugar Plum's prison by being a toy. Okay, that came out weird. *shrug*

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