The Cursed Princess Club fanfic: The Secret of The Plaid Family

Extra: Story time with Frederick

Back on my bullshit, people! We have a new character to tide y'all over! More fluffy comfort this time. Enjoy!
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"And as the boy bent over to take an apple from the chest, his step mother slammed the steel lid with a heavy thud. Her stepson's headless body slumped to the ground and she trembled with terror and exhilaration. "What do I do? They can't know what I've done." Then she had another terrible idea. She dashed to her chests of drawers and brought out a handkerchief. Then she tied a loose knot to keep the boy's head on his neck-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on. Why didn't she just hide his body in the chest of apples?"

The flickering light of the campfire deepened Frederick's frown as he sighed.

"Can you at least let me finish the story before you start asking questions?"

"I'm just trying to wrap my head around this. She could have just hid the body in the chest, waited for her husband to leave, and then dumped it. It just seems like she didn't think this through at all."

The teen let out another long sigh as he brushed away his shaggy bangs; His long locks hanging past his shoulders.

"Well, last minute murder plans normally don't make sense. Can I finish now?

The young man nodded, and propped his head on his knuckles. The teen continued the story till its end. Whitney was quiet as he contemplated what he'd just heard.

"That was..... insane. Are all fairy tales that gory?"

"Well, they aren't part of the popular fairy tale collections. Parents don't exactly like their children reading about infanticide, incest,-"

"Wait. What?!"

"Yeah, that's the one where a princess marries her father..... The moral for that one isn't very clear."

The man shook his head and murmured;

"The hell is wrong with these people?"

Frederick giggled at the disgusted grimace on the man's face. There was a brief pause before he spoke.

"Hey, Whitney..."

"Yeah?"

Frederick looked away as his brain ran rampant with different combinations of the same question.

".... I. Well... do you like it when I do this? Tell you these stories I mean." he asked.

"Of course I do. Its the perfect way to end the day."

"But.... doesn't it bother you that I'm monopolizing the entire conversation?"

The older man's eyes widen.

"What? No! What are you talking about?"

"Come on. I do it all the time. You start talking and then I go into one of my dorky rants that lasts all night. I just want you to know that you're not obligated to put up with it.

"Frederick, I love talking to you like this. Why would you think that?

The teen got quiet as he stared into the fire.

"I know that I can be a little much when it comes to this type of thing. Back at the castle, I was the reason why the 2 minutes or less rule was made. I use to take up everyone's time at family dinners when I was a kid.... I used to tell stories I heard around and sometimes ones I wrote in class when it was my turn.... I drove everyone crazy until da- I mean the king and Blaine told me to stop. Its just a childish phase that I haven't quite gotten over yet and I just have to remind myself to not waste anyone's time."

Whitney felt his hands curl in as a hot prickly feeling flashed through his body like a lighting bolt striking the ground. A brief image of a worn leather like neck in his hands flashed across his mind. The man shook the thought away with a grunt.

(No. No. That's bad. I shouldn't be thinking about that. I'm not that person anymore. Hold it back. Just take some deep breaths and lock it away....)

A familiar voice brought him back.

"Wow, I don't even know why I brought up that whole sob story..... I'm sorry if I made you uncomfor-"

The teen stopped as the man stood up, walked over to the log he was sitting on, and sat down beside him.

"Frederick. Your family.. treated you horribly. You were passionate about something you liked and wanted to share it with people you love. They spat on your passion and treated it like it was dog vomit. There is no reason for you to defend or justify that. Your father is a twa-....fool. He's so blinded by his own vanity and prejudice,"

Whitney's striped glowed a bright red and Frederick stifled a gasp.

"He didn't even see the fantastic gift you have.... The way you set up the stage it just makes me feel like I'm there! And the voices you give to each character.... I feel like I've known these people my whole life! And your voice is just.... you have this thing you do with your voice at tense scenes that make my skin crawl and my heart race.... Its such an amazing experience!"

The stripes on his face shone brighter.

"That-that-those boobs don't even know what there missing! Your a fantastic kid and I feel sorry for the people that can't even see it!"

The teen stared at the man; The former's red glow faded from his face. Frederick's eyes began to shine and he blinked furiously to dry his tears.

"I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to come out so harshly. This is a sensitive topic for you and-" Whitney stuttered.

"No... Your fine. I just.... I've never had somebody tell me that and I just...It feels really nice." The teen wiped his eyes as he gave a small smile. "I know that I still have a lot of shit to work out.... But it really means a lot to me that you... want to be with me and help me through it. You're a good friend, Whitney."

Once again the man felt his heart soar when he saw his Frederick's smile.

(I'm glad you're my friend, too.)
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Between graduation and school I could not find the time or energy to write this. I just needed another comfort scene to prepare myself for later chapters. The fluffy friendship is strong with this chapter! Don't forget to like and comment and I'll see you next time!