A fairytale of Sorts
I actually did a fanfic 'cause I'm just that cool. It's called "A Fairy Tale of Sorts" ^^
Cyborg stepped into the blinding spotlight on what seemed to be a very run-down elementary stage, grumbling softly to himself.
“Jeez, just because I have a built in megaphone, makes me the announcer...grumblegrumble.”
His surroundings weren’t as strange as the outfit he wore- a green short-and-suspenders ensemble that looked as if it had come straight from the Swiss Alps.
The half-robot cleared his throat and began his preformance, “Once upon a time-!”
The musty curtains swiftly opened, revealing Robin in a handsome tuxedo (yeah, I know, nothing funny about that) standing next to Blackfire who wore, other than her wide smirk, a tiny pink dress. They stood infront of the sloppily painted, dreary flats, which were supposed to be a house- but this ‘house’ looked as if it would’ve made the Adams’ family proud.
“-in a village far away, there was an old man-”
Robin was poked with a staff that looked oddly like Mad Mod’s and he became an old man once more.
“-and his daughter.”
Blackfire’s smile faltered a bit, “I have to be his DAUGHTER?” she pouted, crossing her arms. Robin smirked.
“After his wife died, the old man decided to remarry-”
Slade walked, no, pranced onstage in a french maid outfit over his usual body-armor and a look of horror overcame Robin’s smirk.
“C’mon, honey,” Slade said in a freakishly high-pitched voice as he proceeded to drag Robin off stage.
“-a woman hoping to find someone to care for his daughter after he passed-”
“You want to put that WHERE?!” Robin’s voice was heard from offstage, followed by a loud “thud”
Cyborg’s eyes pulled a “Jericho” as he returned his gaze out to where the only two people sat in the audience, “And there he goes....”
Blackfire, bored, began filing her nails. Slade re-entered the stage area, setting a vase of neon pink flowers next to a dreary, painted-on window.
“However, his new wife was selfish and cruel, just like his two daughters-”
And with that, Rose and Jericho emerged from the shadows, dressed in matching orange-and-blue dresses.
And, well, you can’t very well have a mute in the play, so rested on Joey’s head of curls was a blue-and-orange parrot, ready to blurt out the lines it had been forced to memorize.
“-the old man’s daughter was the very opposite of her stepsisters- while the duo preferred to primp at their mirror, she was kind and good.”
“Jeez, quit hogging the damned mirror,” Blackfire yelled over Cyborg’s voice, shoving Rose out of the way.
“Hey!” Rose shoved back, and the full-out bitch fight was on.
Jericho’s eyes lit up as he stepped past the two brawling females and smiled at his reflection, ‘I feel pretty, oh so pretty!’ he thought happily, adjusting his dress.
Cyborg fell off the stage as the fight grew hotter.
Suddenly, a new song replaced the calm, quiet music-
“This speech is my recital
I think it's very vital
To rock a rhyme
That's right on time
It's tricky tricky yo here we go”
“BEASTBOY!” Raven’s voice from the back rang out, “YOU’RE RUINING THE MOOD MY BACK-DROPS CREATE!”
“Tricky” was replaced again with the classical music, though it had stopped the dispute and Rose was now nursing a black-eye, now making her legally blind.
“Anyway,” Cyborg looked up angrily at the two, “One day, a ball for the prince’s “coming-out party” (a british term meaning a “my-kid-can-bang-people-now-party”, or “my-kid’s-gay-party” in America) was announced and that all the hot babes can come into the castle for a free meal and perhaps a quick snog,” Cyborg raised an eyebrow, wondering who the hell wrote this script.
“You can’t go,” Joey’s parrot croaked tugging at the blond’s hair.
“Yeah, meanie,” Rose added to the bird, wearing two eye-patches.
“Um, that’s not in the script,” Slade said, pulling out a script from his fanny pack (Slade makes fanny packs cool!) and a monocle, “You can go if you finish all your chores,” he read choppily from the ragged book.
Joey tried with no prevail to remove the bird, who let out a loud cry. Following the cry, fifty other various types of parrots, and an oddly-familiar green one, tackled the cross-dressing boy onto the floor, pecking madly at him.
Blackfire rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers- in moments, Malefire appeared, “Yes, ma’am?”
“Don’t call me ‘ma’am’. Call me...mistress,” Blackfire grinned, liking the sound of that.
“Yes...mistress?” Bakaand’r corrected himself.
“Do my chores.”
“That’s not in the scri~ipt!” Slade complained again, reaching in his fanny pack and handing the french-duster to Malefire.
And in moments, her chores were finished.
“HA!” she gave an indignant nod towards Rose, who was, of course, oblivious.
“Um, you still can’t go,” Cyborg glared, “And so, she completed her chores, but she had nothing to wear.”
“Ha-ha, your clothes suck,” the parrot shrieked, he and the rest of the birds leaving a very-bruised Joe.
“Joey!” Rose cried, her eye magically healed, “Did I beat you up again?!”
Joey signed to angrily to her- one that any dumb-ass could recognize.
“No incest! Liz said so!” Rose replied angrily.
Joey sighed and wondered how he could be related to this monstrosity, hanging his head. As he did so, he realized his clothes had been magically changed when he wasn’t looking- he now wore a victorian-style dress with those poofy undies. The large bell-skirt caused him to walk bow-legged as he waddled back to the mirror and swayed to the music in his head.
‘I feel charming, oh so charming...it’s alarming how charming I-’
“ANYWAY!” Cyborg yelled, “The three women left for the ball leaving the young girl all alone and crying.”
“Who said I needed clothes?” Blackfire grinned wickedly, undressed (though the Jerry Springer-mosiacs blurred out all the good stuff- damn fcc) and was prepared to leave the house as her ‘fairy godmother’ was poofed in (thanks to Raven).
“WHAT?!” Starfire bellowed, “SHE retained the part that leads?! SHE’S too EVIL to play such...such a character of niceness!”
“Surprised little sister? It’s because I had much better acting skills, now give me a X’hal-damned dress,” Blackfire drawled.
“No! I will NOT clothe evil such as you!”
“Fine,” Blackfire smirked, “How do I get to this ball?”
“Why do you need a ball?” Starfire asked curiously.
Blackfire rolled her eyes, “Because your dear Robin doesn’t-”
She was cut off by Raven unpoof-ing Starfire and poofing an un-removable black-and-purple dress onto the Tamaranean.
“And so, the girl went to the ball with the help of her loving Fairy Godmother-”
“Loving, my GHARNKS!” came the back-stage response. (instead of “ loving, my ass”, ah-hahahaha....yeah, not that funny...)
“-although at the stroke of midnight her clothes and glass slippers would vanish-”
“Ooooh, more nekkie time,” Blackfire grinned, “By then I will have my prince.”
“-and upon arrival, she laid eyes upon the most handsome man she ever met.”
Blackfire approached the masked suitor, “Hi, my name’s Blackfire.”
The boy eyed her behind his mask, “Back off, lady,” he flung an “X” at her, “You’re too late,” and he dashed off madly with the very pretty Jericho.
Cyborg blinked as the duo teleported backstage and a series of moans ensued.
Rose giggled, “They’re making babies.”
“I’m disowning you,” Slade said smoothly and turned around.
Robin, now young, popped up from the floor, “SLADE! I’ve returned from Hell! (aka, ‘adult bookstore’; Poor Robin’s innocence...) and I’ve found out a secret!”
Slade raised an eyebrow, which, he forgot, hid behind his mask.
Silence fell in the room.
“Oh, god, woman, are you alright?” Cyborg asked, helping Silence up.
The blond nodded and was escorted off by someone unimportant- probably Aqualad, or something.
“Anyway,” Robin tapped his foot impatiently, “I’m in love with you, Slade!”
Slade’s eye teared up, “I’ve waited thirty years to hear you say that!” and with that, he threw Robin over his shoulder and ran off.
Rose blinked, looking at Cyborg, “Oh, what the hell?” she muttered, throwing the male over her shoulder and vanished.
***
Mad Mod grinned lazily at Mother Mae-Eye, “What did I tell you? Your spell works waaaay better in waffles.”
Cyborg stepped into the blinding spotlight on what seemed to be a very run-down elementary stage, grumbling softly to himself.
“Jeez, just because I have a built in megaphone, makes me the announcer...grumblegrumble.”
His surroundings weren’t as strange as the outfit he wore- a green short-and-suspenders ensemble that looked as if it had come straight from the Swiss Alps.
The half-robot cleared his throat and began his preformance, “Once upon a time-!”
The musty curtains swiftly opened, revealing Robin in a handsome tuxedo (yeah, I know, nothing funny about that) standing next to Blackfire who wore, other than her wide smirk, a tiny pink dress. They stood infront of the sloppily painted, dreary flats, which were supposed to be a house- but this ‘house’ looked as if it would’ve made the Adams’ family proud.
“-in a village far away, there was an old man-”
Robin was poked with a staff that looked oddly like Mad Mod’s and he became an old man once more.
“-and his daughter.”
Blackfire’s smile faltered a bit, “I have to be his DAUGHTER?” she pouted, crossing her arms. Robin smirked.
“After his wife died, the old man decided to remarry-”
Slade walked, no, pranced onstage in a french maid outfit over his usual body-armor and a look of horror overcame Robin’s smirk.
“C’mon, honey,” Slade said in a freakishly high-pitched voice as he proceeded to drag Robin off stage.
“-a woman hoping to find someone to care for his daughter after he passed-”
“You want to put that WHERE?!” Robin’s voice was heard from offstage, followed by a loud “thud”
Cyborg’s eyes pulled a “Jericho” as he returned his gaze out to where the only two people sat in the audience, “And there he goes....”
Blackfire, bored, began filing her nails. Slade re-entered the stage area, setting a vase of neon pink flowers next to a dreary, painted-on window.
“However, his new wife was selfish and cruel, just like his two daughters-”
And with that, Rose and Jericho emerged from the shadows, dressed in matching orange-and-blue dresses.
And, well, you can’t very well have a mute in the play, so rested on Joey’s head of curls was a blue-and-orange parrot, ready to blurt out the lines it had been forced to memorize.
“-the old man’s daughter was the very opposite of her stepsisters- while the duo preferred to primp at their mirror, she was kind and good.”
“Jeez, quit hogging the damned mirror,” Blackfire yelled over Cyborg’s voice, shoving Rose out of the way.
“Hey!” Rose shoved back, and the full-out bitch fight was on.
Jericho’s eyes lit up as he stepped past the two brawling females and smiled at his reflection, ‘I feel pretty, oh so pretty!’ he thought happily, adjusting his dress.
Cyborg fell off the stage as the fight grew hotter.
Suddenly, a new song replaced the calm, quiet music-
“This speech is my recital
I think it's very vital
To rock a rhyme
That's right on time
It's tricky tricky yo here we go”
“BEASTBOY!” Raven’s voice from the back rang out, “YOU’RE RUINING THE MOOD MY BACK-DROPS CREATE!”
“Tricky” was replaced again with the classical music, though it had stopped the dispute and Rose was now nursing a black-eye, now making her legally blind.
“Anyway,” Cyborg looked up angrily at the two, “One day, a ball for the prince’s “coming-out party” (a british term meaning a “my-kid-can-bang-people-now-party”, or “my-kid’s-gay-party” in America) was announced and that all the hot babes can come into the castle for a free meal and perhaps a quick snog,” Cyborg raised an eyebrow, wondering who the hell wrote this script.
“You can’t go,” Joey’s parrot croaked tugging at the blond’s hair.
“Yeah, meanie,” Rose added to the bird, wearing two eye-patches.
“Um, that’s not in the script,” Slade said, pulling out a script from his fanny pack (Slade makes fanny packs cool!) and a monocle, “You can go if you finish all your chores,” he read choppily from the ragged book.
Joey tried with no prevail to remove the bird, who let out a loud cry. Following the cry, fifty other various types of parrots, and an oddly-familiar green one, tackled the cross-dressing boy onto the floor, pecking madly at him.
Blackfire rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers- in moments, Malefire appeared, “Yes, ma’am?”
“Don’t call me ‘ma’am’. Call me...mistress,” Blackfire grinned, liking the sound of that.
“Yes...mistress?” Bakaand’r corrected himself.
“Do my chores.”
“That’s not in the scri~ipt!” Slade complained again, reaching in his fanny pack and handing the french-duster to Malefire.
And in moments, her chores were finished.
“HA!” she gave an indignant nod towards Rose, who was, of course, oblivious.
“Um, you still can’t go,” Cyborg glared, “And so, she completed her chores, but she had nothing to wear.”
“Ha-ha, your clothes suck,” the parrot shrieked, he and the rest of the birds leaving a very-bruised Joe.
“Joey!” Rose cried, her eye magically healed, “Did I beat you up again?!”
Joey signed to angrily to her- one that any dumb-ass could recognize.
“No incest! Liz said so!” Rose replied angrily.
Joey sighed and wondered how he could be related to this monstrosity, hanging his head. As he did so, he realized his clothes had been magically changed when he wasn’t looking- he now wore a victorian-style dress with those poofy undies. The large bell-skirt caused him to walk bow-legged as he waddled back to the mirror and swayed to the music in his head.
‘I feel charming, oh so charming...it’s alarming how charming I-’
“ANYWAY!” Cyborg yelled, “The three women left for the ball leaving the young girl all alone and crying.”
“Who said I needed clothes?” Blackfire grinned wickedly, undressed (though the Jerry Springer-mosiacs blurred out all the good stuff- damn fcc) and was prepared to leave the house as her ‘fairy godmother’ was poofed in (thanks to Raven).
“WHAT?!” Starfire bellowed, “SHE retained the part that leads?! SHE’S too EVIL to play such...such a character of niceness!”
“Surprised little sister? It’s because I had much better acting skills, now give me a X’hal-damned dress,” Blackfire drawled.
“No! I will NOT clothe evil such as you!”
“Fine,” Blackfire smirked, “How do I get to this ball?”
“Why do you need a ball?” Starfire asked curiously.
Blackfire rolled her eyes, “Because your dear Robin doesn’t-”
She was cut off by Raven unpoof-ing Starfire and poofing an un-removable black-and-purple dress onto the Tamaranean.
“And so, the girl went to the ball with the help of her loving Fairy Godmother-”
“Loving, my GHARNKS!” came the back-stage response. (instead of “ loving, my ass”, ah-hahahaha....yeah, not that funny...)
“-although at the stroke of midnight her clothes and glass slippers would vanish-”
“Ooooh, more nekkie time,” Blackfire grinned, “By then I will have my prince.”
“-and upon arrival, she laid eyes upon the most handsome man she ever met.”
Blackfire approached the masked suitor, “Hi, my name’s Blackfire.”
The boy eyed her behind his mask, “Back off, lady,” he flung an “X” at her, “You’re too late,” and he dashed off madly with the very pretty Jericho.
Cyborg blinked as the duo teleported backstage and a series of moans ensued.
Rose giggled, “They’re making babies.”
“I’m disowning you,” Slade said smoothly and turned around.
Robin, now young, popped up from the floor, “SLADE! I’ve returned from Hell! (aka, ‘adult bookstore’; Poor Robin’s innocence...) and I’ve found out a secret!”
Slade raised an eyebrow, which, he forgot, hid behind his mask.
Silence fell in the room.
“Oh, god, woman, are you alright?” Cyborg asked, helping Silence up.
The blond nodded and was escorted off by someone unimportant- probably Aqualad, or something.
“Anyway,” Robin tapped his foot impatiently, “I’m in love with you, Slade!”
Slade’s eye teared up, “I’ve waited thirty years to hear you say that!” and with that, he threw Robin over his shoulder and ran off.
Rose blinked, looking at Cyborg, “Oh, what the hell?” she muttered, throwing the male over her shoulder and vanished.
***
Mad Mod grinned lazily at Mother Mae-Eye, “What did I tell you? Your spell works waaaay better in waffles.”