(In which Beca's the tooth fairy, and Chloe is pretty much Chloe.)
Santa isn't real.
Narcissus and Echo are all but a myth.
Fairies don't exist.
A certain belief, a certain contemplation Chloe had always come to stubbornly reject throughout her young years. Her guardians at first, when coming into the realization of this particular "problem", thought nothing of it. Just the late blooming of maturity for their sweet little girl was assumed with every pout supposed, and every refusal to listen.
But the years went on, and sooner or later a twenty year old Chloe was entering, the fables never dispersed. The idea itself was absolute ludicrous to begin with, yes, everyone could see that. Yet, despite it all, Chloe was without a doubt set on the fact that they were all real. Not a figment of her imagination, and never to be forgotten on days of their designated celebrated festivities.
"Chloe dear? Don't you think you're getting a little old for theses childish-"
"Mom!"
"Okay okay, just thought I'd try."
Real proof however, as in, evidence not relating to Google searched conspiracy theories, were not to be found. Found –that is –until a certain day. Her twenty-third birthday, to be exact. The birthday in which she had decided, as a responsible citizen, to get filthy drunk with her fellow college pals.
It ended with a ten minute bar brawl and Chloe losing a tooth.
The next day, Chloe visited her local dentist and had the missing space replaced with a fake tooth.
Which left Chloe with an extra tooth.
An extra tooth.
Extra tooth.
Tooth.
Tooth…fairy.
(*screamz*)
"Todays the day Bree!"
"M-hm."
"Oh I'll have to make sure to get ready for her! –oop. Or him. Not being sexist here."
"M-hm."
"Eek I'm so excited! C'mon, help me open all the windows will you?"
"M-m."
"…ave to also make sure to coat the tooth in a good layer of sugar plum dust. Do we have any? Shit, I'll have to go buy some. Or maybe I can improvise…"
"Mmm."
"Brown sugar? Nah, not sparkly enough. A mixture of regular sugar and sprinkles might do it. What do you think Bree?"
"Welp I've gotta go Chloe. Stacie invited me over to her place tonight so chow~!"
The slam of the door was shortly heard afterwards, Chloe hardly managing to throw out a quick "well goodnight!" before the blonde rushed out. Which was overall alright with Chloe.
Preparations had to be made anyway.
…
…
…
"La da da, la da doo, la da dee~"
This is –for lack of a better phrase –not at all to what she imagined.
Not even the smallest of a creak was heard as her toes connected with the soft carpet of the apartment, nearing closer to the bathroom. The door was already open, allowing a ray of light to shine outwards across the dark room.
"Humdadee ~ oh every little thing I do ~ never seems enough for you ~ you don't wanna lose him agai- oops."
She didn't even wince at the sound of a glass shattering within. Curiosity was almost burning its way onto the floor through her slowly taken steps, reaching a hand out to push lightly at the door.
"Shit shit how do you work these unnaturally made human junk for goDS sAKe I am so gunna get fired no-"
Breath held in (not like she's been totally dreaming of this moment for her entire life or anything) –she fully pushed open the door.
(Because why would a thief be singing in her bathroom, right?)
"Hello?"
The person, female, was crouching with her back to Chloe. Tensed as she shot from the ground, not turning around. Peering down, Chloe could see the remnants of her glass toothbrush holder.
"HeLLO."
"Um…"
"UM."
"Who are you?"
"Who ARE YOU."
"Are you-"
"ARE YOUUOOOFFFFF-"
It was all arms and legs after that, a series of curses spit from the strangers mouth as she twirled and tumbled backwards (it does take skill) into the bathtub, back evidently pulling at the curtain and tangling around her body as she thrashed around.
"Whoa! Hey, calm down mi-"
"…*animalistic screAMING*…"
"Miss! Miss you need to stop panicking so I can-"
"Help! HELP! She's gunna kILL me! Requesting backup god daMN where's my communicator –AIII!"
-TEN MINUTES LATER-
"So let me get this straight."
"Yes?"
"You're a fairy."
"Maybe."
"You're a tooth fairy."
(Notice how it's not a question.)
"Maybe~"
"You're my tooth fairy?"
"Jeez woman, how old are you?"
"Oh that's beside the point. But, oh my gosh –this is so exciting!"
"Yes, so exciting."
"…even got the wings and pixie-looking dust and…"
As the situation stood, the "magical" home intruder was still lying in the bathtub, wrapped completely from head to toes burrito style with the shower curtain. Chloe was sitting atop the drawn down toilet seat, providing "moral support" in the form of a pacifying interrogation.
(Pacifying interrogation)
(Hah!)
"So how do the wings work?"
"Lady, can you like, get me out of here please?"
"Yes yes of course but –how do the wings work?"
"Well," she angrily began fluffing out the white feathered wings. "I guess ya' just flap'em!"
"That's it?"
"They're attached onto my back woman! What did you want me to say?"
"Okay," still beaming with undying excitement that the unknown woman just had to scoff on. "What about the fairy dust everywhere? What's up with that? Is it just for show or is there an actual purpose behind it."
"I use it to make my potential abductees sneeze."
"…wait reall-…*sneezes*…"
"Told'jya."
"…*gasps in exhilaration*…"
"…*totally lying*…(it's for show). Hey can you get me out of here now?"
"Oh but do I have to?"
"Um, yes."
"…"
"Lady!"
"It's Chloe actually."
"Ugh –Chloe?"
"Yes~"
"Please?"
"Hmf, fine."
Here Chloe begrudgingly got up from her seat, going over to the bathroom cabinet's supplies and rummaging around, pulling out a pair of scissors a few moments after. She walked over to the edge of the bathtub and kneeled down, in which the woman –wait. Woman? As in…what's her name again?
"Hold it," she pulled the scissors away and squinted down at her. "What's your name first?"
"Pickle Perry Pinkery the 3rd," she answered back without a second of hesitation. "Now get me out of here already!"
"You're so lying."
"I am not…" but the grin gave it all way, and Chloe only raised an expectant eyebrow. Waiting…
"It's Beca."
"Lovely to meet you Beca."
"Charmed."
Once the curtain was cut open, Beca was off. Not in the –hm –Tinker Bell fashion however. Flying upwards and in circles, thanking her savior over and over? Nope. In fact, the only magical action she did perform was throwing a bit of rainbow dust into Chloe's face before making a run for it.
"Oh you sneakie little-"
"Ne he he ha HA!"
"Oh wait a sec –hey wait!"
Surprisingly, Beca did wait. More out of amusement as she balanced herself on the sill of the open window.
"What up."
"You didn't even get my tooth…"
"…really?"
"Or a pictuRE!" she finished with an evil cackle, swiping out her phone from her back pocket and taking aim.
"Woah –hey. LADY, lady. Take it easy now. Just –don't fuckiNG SHO-"
*click*
"…"
"…oh."
"…"
"Oh you're loosing your…um…glow."
"…"
"…and there goes the sparkle dust…"
"…*thump*…"
"And the wings."
"…I'm going to kill you."
"…oops?" she offered with a weak grin.
"There goes my life. No job, no house, no food, no life, no nothing."
"I'll go set up the guest bedroom."
"And make me some tacos."
"Got it."
"Also…"
"Hm?" Chloe paused, looking back at her. It was scary how regular she looked now, still the same figure, just more –human.
"Thanks I guess," she said without making eye contact, rubbing at the back of her neck. "Being a tooth fairy was actually really, really boring."
"Oh?"
"An eternity of collecting teeth." She shrugged. "You tell me."
"Huh," Chloe smiled, tilting her head to the side. "I guess I never really thought of it like that."
"Yeup."
"Hmm."
"Okay go make me my tacos."
"Yap, yeah. On it."
._.