I'm Not a Horror

I do not own The Little Mermaid or anything of that sort. This story is based off a photo I found online and decided I wanted to try something dark for once. It's short, sweet, and to my point.

The Little Mermaid

My father found my treasure trove, thanks to that lackey of a crab. He was so angry; his face matched the red in my hair. In his fury, he destroyed everything I valued in the cave. He even shot off my left hand in his anger. I screamed out in pain, making him stop and look. Instantly he stopped, and I saw the regret on his face as he witnessed the blood entering the current. But I wanted away, so I grabbed the only unharmed treasure and swam away as fast as I could.

As I hurriedly swam away, I noticed the only one following was Flounder. I continued, realizing I needed help. So I went to the only place I knew a friend would be. I continued until a giant rock in the middle of nowhere appeared where I knew Skuttle would be.

I went up and sucked in the warm air. Looking, I could see the patched feathers of Skuttle. The poor seagull was insane and always looked sickly, but he was always kind and seemed smart about the things I did not know. "Skuttle, I need help!" He turned, his eyes instantly turning from wild to calm and I noticed the red trail I was leaving. I threw both my arms on the rock as he surveyed my nub of an arm and the dingle hopper in my hand. "Can you help me?"

He looked, rubbing his feathers that were his fingers under his bent beak. "Wait here, I will be back." With that, he turned and hopped into flight. I stayed, watching Flounder swim in circles nearby. I felt dizzy and the sun overhead made me feel nauseous. Just as I was about to sleep, Skuttle returned with some things hanging from his beak. One looked like what he once told me was fabric, but it was long and skinny. The other item looked very sharp, like a small sword. "Give me your arm and the dingle hopper, quickly. And whatever you do, keep your eyes closed and don't move."

I did what he said, though I did wince every once in awhile. Whatever he was doing, it hurt immensely. When he was done, he tapped my shoulder with a feather. I looked to my arm and saw the disaster that was now my new hand. The arm appeared slightly shorter than before, like Skuttle cut off some more of my arm. Then he attached the fork, wrapping the fabric in place to stop the bleeding and I think help everything stay attached.

"It was all I could do. I'm so sorry Ariel." Skuttle did look sad, but he did not wait around for a reply. He quickly took off in flight again away from me and my fishy friend. I just stared at my dingle hopper of a hand. Its bent spikes looked as twisted as I now felt. My heart felt so much anger, and it needed an outlet.

And I knew the perfect outlet.

Quickly, I turned and took off to Atlantis. It didn't take long for me to reach its glistening and glowing towers. I swam to the royal room and saw who I wanted. He was directing the new band together in his annoying matter. The band continued to walk out of the room, I swear each member rolling their eyes. I approached the little red crab, hiding behind the pillars so no one would see me.

Poor little Sebastian did not expect a thing until it was too late. He turned, about to greet me till he noticed the missing hand and evil glint in my eyes. Before he could scream or say a word, I stuck the dingle hopper through his soft under shell. He squirmed for awhile as he stayed trapped, but there was no hope. Slowly, he stopped and closed his eyes. I let him go and drift gradually to the floor.

Even after killing the crab, I didn't feel fulfilled. I still wanted revenge. And I wanted more blood on my hands…hand. But the only other person I wanted dead would require some help.

So I travel to the only one I knew who could possibly even have a solution to my problem. And when I see her, I first want to turn around and forget all about this. She has a small creature between two fingers, squeezing everything from its body to use to color her lips. The black goo coming from the creature slides down and drips down her chin to the makeshift stand below her elbows. She puckers her huge slips and looks into the mirror with tiny eyes. Everything on her looks huge minus those eyes. Even her tentacles that are swinging around her randomly are humongous and look like they could destroy me with ease. She looks up and notices me in her mirror.

Shock is the first emotion on her face until a sly grin takes hold. "Oh," her voice is deep and coarse, "what do I have here?" Two eels, each with only one yellow eye come towards me. Both circle around, expecting me, then go back to the witch Ursula and wrap around her like a shall. "I think someone took a wrong turn into my humble home." She slithers forward, all eight legs pulling her weight. "What do you want?"

I gulp, not ready to back down. "I want something and I need some help obtaining it. Plus, it might be beneficial to the both of us." She looks like she doubts me. "Now what could possibly benefit me, my dear?" She now circles me, four eyes all staring me down and three mouths breathing down my neck. I try to keep eye contact even as she circles, even while standing my ground. "I want revenge on my father, and in return you can have his precious trident."

The shock on her face from earlier compares nothing to it now as her eyes become huge and she stops dead still to my right. "Why would you give something like that to me?" She is already skittering away, looking at potions as I stay slightly behind. "I have no need for it. And honestly," I hold up my dingle hopper of a hand, "I don't want that power." She just nods and keeps searching.

"AH HA!" She shouts, her voice sounding high and screeching. "This will poison him; with an acid that will burn the flesh right off his bones and then even the bones itself. Of course, he won't feel the burning since he would already be dead."

She goes by a small yet deep crater in the center of her home, where strange colors flash along at a slow speed. "To have this though, you will have to sign a deal that I will receive the trident in return." With a flick of her hand, a scroll appears from the light with a line at the bottom. A second later a quill appears next to it, ready for me to sign. I smile as I skim the paper and quickly sign. Everything there vanishes as Ursula laughs and tosses me the bottle. "Good killing my dear, I shall see you soon." She wiggles her short, chubby fingers as I take myself and the bottle back to the castle.

Speeding back, I take haste to the kitchen area where I know my father will soon come demanding for his meal. When I arrive, his meal is already prepared on a counter. With one swoop of motion, I open the bottle and splash it on the meal, then dash out to where I know he will be waiting on his throne. Why he insists to eat there in privacy I don't know, but I won't have to wonder for long.

As expected, he is there and already turning red in irritation. He sees me, with my fake smile on my face, and instantly looks guilty. "Hi father, I grabbed your meal for you." He takes the plate and looks like he wants to say something, but nothing comes out of his mouth as I just continue to smile. He takes a bite of the meal, then another. Soon there is nothing left on his plate.

I begin to think Ursula gave me a defective potion until he suddenly looks very ill. His trident falls from his hand and clatters delicately to the ground. Then he bends over until he actually falls to the ground. No sounds leave him as he swivels up into a ball. He soon stops moving until he is completely still. Then his skin begins to sink in and the bones begin to deform. Within the matter of a minute or two, there is only a crown and trident left on the ground where my father once laid.

I feel sad for a moment, but then the moment passes and I feel accomplished. I smirk as I grab the crown and place it on my own head, surprised it fits perfectly. With my only hand I lift the object that took away my other and grip it tightly.

"I'm actually surprised you went through with it. Good job." I turn in slight surprise to see Ursula as she gradually makes her way to me. Her form is different, now to look like one of the mer-women with long black hair and a glimmering purple tail. "I forgot to tell you, though you would have found out later, that your appearances have slightly changed. The downside to the potion is that it makes corral grow from your skin the more your heart darkens."

I give her a confused look till I look down and notice little pieces of corral already growing here and there along my human like form. I don't want to tell her I don't care, but I honestly don't mind the new adjustment. It makes me feel much better in my slightly uglier form. I just look back to her as she continues to look smug.

"Now, I believe you have something that belongs to me." She holds out her hand, expecting the trident. I look as she now stands in front of me and I still hold tightly to what was once my father's. An idea enters my mind, and I give a fake sigh. "Alright Ursula, a deal is a deal. The trident," I smirk as I left the trident, "is all yours." I drive the golden weapon through her midsection, and watch in satisfaction as pain crosses upon her face. Then her eyes roll and she falls to the ground. "You traitor" she gasps, as she crumples to the ground and dies. "Well, you did get the trident. You just never said how."

Smirking, I turn and sit on the throne. I plan to take full control of this palace and treat it very well. More corral grew on my body as a laugh exited my mouth, sounding pleasantly evil to my ears.