Me: I'm back!
May: Where have you been? You've been gone for a few days.
Me: Homework, but now, IT'S WINTER BREAK!
Drew: Does that mean you'll actually get a life outside of school?
*hits him a frying pan
Me: No! I have a life beyond academics! Besides, winter break mean more time with you guys (and who wouldn't want that!) Okay, let's cut the crap and go on with the fic.
May: Wait! Can I have the cookie now?
Me: You mean this cookie? (::)
*May drools
Me: No, someone hasn't guessed who Karen was yet. I'll give you more hints: She's in a recent remake of a game for the nintendo DS, regarding her type...well, let's just say that looks can be deceiving, there is no gym of her type, she is the second strongest trainer of her region (before you finish the game) and she is the only female to specialize in her type.
Drew: No one's going to get it
Me: Shut up Draco
I do not own Tangled or Pokemon
May: On with the fic!
-splattermusic
Mother. Knows. Best, May
"Ma-ay, my dear, I'm not getting any younger down here!" Karen smiled as the billowing hair cascaded out the window and down the tower. The locks stopped falling, right before it touched the green grass below. Karen to the end and twisted it into a loop. May began to pull her up. Once to the top, Karen swung herself into the room and May heaved the rest of her hair from the hook. Karen dragged her daughter into a tight embrace, "Oh darling, I don't how you do that everyday without fail!" She pressed her hand against May's cheeks, "It looks absolutely tiring!"
May's chest heaved slowly. Between each inhalation, to catch her breath, she spoke, "Oh," breathe, "it's," breathe, "nothing."
With a single finger, her mother tapped lightly on her nose, "Then I don't know why it takes so long." May raised an eyebrow, giving an inquiring look. Her mother reassured, "Oh, stop, I'm just teasing you, you're so cute."
"Um, okay… Mother I want to talk to you about something," May began to speak, as her dear mother pulled her to the front mirror.
"May, what is wrong with this image?" Karen interrupted.
May furrowed her eyebrows, trying to find the mistake. All she saw was the reflection of herself and Mother Karen. Mother wore the same thing as always, an ankle-length dress that partially opened up at both sides to reveal her legs. The outfit was a bright yellow, lighter than May's hair. On her head was her usual bright, silver-blue hair and despite the color, it often made her look younger than usual. May was wearing her red dress, as always. It was slightly below knee-length. On top of her chest, was a thin, maroon corset. On her head was the usual tresses of golden hair and the chocolate-brown bangs that covered her forehead; on her face, the same sapphire eyes. On her feet was well, nothing. Living in a tower eliminated the need to wear shoes or socks. May's feet grew calloused enough to act as shoes anyways.
May pondered for a minute... what was wrong? She has the right clothes, the right hair, no shoes...
"Oh are you really that inattentive?" Mother Karen gasped, "Your bandanna May! You haven't gone a day in your life without it!"
May's jaw dropped a few inches. Could she really have forgotten that key accessory? May couldn't find a single day of her life where she did not wear the bandanna at least once. She quickly sprinted to her bedroom and shuffled through the piles of dirty dresses on her floor. Had she really been that busy this morning? After seconds of searching, May pulled out a red square of fabric. It had a a simplistic white rose symbol sewn on. She instinctively slapped it on her head and tied it into a knot. Somehow, it felt as if it was a part of her. May was determined to not forget it again.
When she jogged back to the main room, Karen grinned. "Aw, that's much better, my little Flower."
May sighed, "So, Mother, continuing on with what I meant to say..." Karen looked deeply into the mirror as if trying to find something. She stroked her neck and cheeks. Suddenly, she spotted a light, brown dot on her wrist: a liver spot.
"Um-um," Karen stammered, "May, my dear would you please sing Mummy a song; I'm feeling a bit peckish."
"Oh!" May exclaimed, "Of course Mother!" Following the recurring routine, May pulled out a grand, red velvet covered, wooden chair. She grabbed a brush and a stool so small, if May had sat down with her feet flat on the ground, it would've looked like she was in a fetal position. It was hard to believe that once, May's stubby legs would dangle over the edge. May sat with a plop and pulled Mother Karen with her. She dumped an armful of hair onto Mother Karen's lap, along with the brush, closed her eyes, and began to chant, "Flowergleamandglow-letyourpowershine-maketheclockreverse-bringbackwhatoncewasmine,"
"May," Karen shrieked, panicking, "wait! Slow down!"
She didn't listen, "healwhathasbeenhurt-changethefate'sdesign-savewhathasbeenlost," Karen rapidly began to brush, heavily heaving her chest up and down, "bringbackwhatoncewasmine!" With on last stroke, a golden puff burst from May's hair into Karen's face, leaving a younger, beautiful woman in its wake.
"May," Karen reprimanded, "I told you to not go so fast."
May scooted her stool next to her mother, making screeching sounds against the floor, "So, Mother, tomorrow's the big day and I want to ask you about something!"
"Oh?" Karen questioned, "What day is this?"
"Well, I'll go right out and say it: tomorrow's my birthday!" May squealed, leaning into her mother's personal bubble.
Karen pushed her back, "No, I specifically remember, your birthday was last year, silly girl."
May twiddled her thumbs, "That's sort of the crazy," she placed emphasis on that word, "thing about birthdays. They're kind of an annual thing. Anyhow, I wanted to ask you about the floating lights on my birthday. Maybe you could take me to see them this year."
Her mother raised an eyebrow while getting up from the chair, "Wait-what?"
"The floating lights!" May repeated only to be met with a blank stare...again. She groaned and hopped to her newest addition to her mural. The one she had just painting only an hour ago.
"I see," Karen realized, "you mean the stars. No, you can't see them in person honey, they're billions of miles away."
"No," May shook her head, "I charted stars before," she pointed to a graphed painting of various constellations: the Big Dipper, Orion and his Belt, Ursa Major, Ursa Minor, Scorpio, "and they're constant. But, these light only appear once a year, on my birthday. I can't help, but feel that somehow, they're made for me."
Karen sighed, rubbing her temple, "Everything always has to be about you, doesn't it?" May frowned, causing Karen to chuckle a bit. "I'm joking darling, don't take everything so seriously."
"So, please can I go?" May pleaded.
"You want to go outside?Why, May," Karen asked while waltzing to the window, which she promptly closed, "look at you, as fragile as a flower," she spun May in a circle, holding her hands, "Still, a little sapling, just a sprout," she tapped May's nose.
"You know why we stay up in this tower." Karen spread her arms out, indicating their abode.
"I know, but," May was interrupted.
"That's right! to keep you safe and sound, dear," she hugged May's long hair and rubbed it against her cheek...
"I guess I always knew this day was coming," she melodramatically placed the back of her hand to her forehead, closing er eyes and leaning back on the stair's banister, "knew that soon, you's want to leave the nest!" she put her hands together, flapping her palms back and forth, imitating a bird. "Soon, but not yet!"
"But-"
"Trust me pet," she held up her index finger, "Mother knows best." She elbowed a nearby wooden column, closing the skylight and erasing all the light of the room.
May scraped a match and placed the flame onto an unlit candle. From within the darkness, she could hear mother singing softly, "Mother knows best; listen to your mother. It's a scary world out there." May turned to see the looming figure of her mother. She shrieked a bit.
"Mother knows best," someone was tugging on May's hair, so, naturally, she tugged back, "On way or another, something will go wrong," May fell backwards into her mother's arms, in a circle of light,
"I swear!"
Karen dropped May to the floor as she scrambled to get up. "Ruffians, thugs!" shriek, "Poison ivy, quicksand," gasp. "Cannibals," Karen held a frying pan with one of May's childhood dolls sauteing inside, "and snakes," she put on a grim look, "the plague!"
"No!" screamed May.
"Yes," Karen slipped into the shadows once more. She surreptitiously used a mop to push May over, "Also large bugs," May fell on a crude, red painting of a grotesque man with serrated chompers, "men with pointy teeth," May looked over to see Karen with a brush in hand, "Stop! No more, you'll just upset me"
May sat in her own little shelter, having her hair wrapped completely around herself while she huddled near a singled candle light. "Mother's right here," Karen lifted her out of her cocoon, "Mother will protect you. Darling, here's what I suggest!" May ran and hugged her. Unexpectedly, the black robe slipped from "Mother's" shoulders to reveal that a mannequin had been there the entire time. May glanced to the staircase to find the exact woman she attempted to hug.
"Skip the drama, stay with Mama. Mother," her voice led to a raspy crescendo, "knows best," she spoke rather lightly. "Ha, ha, ha." He swung her robe, turning off all the candles in the room.
"Go ahead, get trampled by a rhino. Go ahead, get mugged and left for dead!" She held May in a tight embrace, "Me, I'm just your Mother, what do I know? I only bathed," she stuck out one finger out, "and changed," two, "and nursed you," three fingers.
"Go ahead and leave me, I deserve it!" she collapsed on the floor and feigned tears. May felt a twinge of regret in the back of her mind, "Let me die alone here, be my guest. When it's too late, you'll see, just wait. Mother knows best."
May lit more candles, while her Mom trailed behind her, quite giddily putting out each light with a pinch of her finger, "Mother knows best; take it from your mumsy. On your own, you won't survive."
She pushed May in front of the mirror and pointed out several flaw's in the teenager's appearance, "Sloppy, under dressed," she pointed to May's bare feet, "immature, clumsy," Karen pulled the rug underneath's May's feet away, causing her to fall down. "Please, they'll eat you up alive!" She rolled May like a sushi roll across the room, trapping her in her own hair.
She pulled May to her feet, "Gullible! Naive! Positively grubby! Ditzy and a bit, well, hm, vague! Plus, I believe," Karen patted May's cheeks, "getting kind of chubby. I just saying," she grabbed May's
head into a hug, swaying back and forth, "cause I love you!"
She stepped backwards into the blackness. "Mother understands, Mother's here to help you." She stepped once more, into the light, "All I have is one request!"
May sighed in relief and ran blindly to hug her mother. "Maybella?"
May cringed at the name, Mother had only used it when she was either angry, serious, sad, or all three. "Yes, Mother?"
Karen deepened her voice and furrowed her eyebrows, "Don't ever ask to leave this tower again."
May looked at her feet and shifted in place, "Yes..." her thoughts returned to the floating lights, "Mother."
Karen cupped her daughter's chin in her hands, "I love you very much, dear"
"I love you more."
"I love you most," she kissed her golden hair, "don't forget it! You'll regret it, Mother knows best." Karen sauntered up to her own room, leaving May, lost in deep thought.
Unknown to them, at the same exact time, the heist of the century was beginning to take place.
Drew: Where was I? Where was I? You said I was going to be in this chapter.
Me: Noooooo, I said this chapter or the next. Don't worry, you'll be the star of the next chapter
Drew: Naturally
Me: Along with the co-star oooooooooooooof...(drumroll)... RAPIDASH! The cop horse who acts like an Arcanine
May: Yay! Maximus is coming.
Drew: That is just idiotic, making Rapidash Maximus? Is that all you can think of?
Me: No, I'm just to lazy to think anymore.
Anyways, thanks for the kind reviews and I am really glad that so many of you guys have story alerted this! I'm flattered, really. This is currently (according to my story traffics) my most popular story. Please review though.
Oh, and some things may be a bit different from the movie itself, though the main storyline will stay the same, I'll add a few new scenes here and there.
-splattermusic