evil gremlin // twst

Prologue 11

"I'm already exhausted from a full day of cleanin'. I can't believe we still gotta wash 100 windows!"  Grim exclaimed, waiving his paws dramatically.  Toby rolled his eyes slightly.

"Well, This wouldn't have happend if you didn't insist on fighting Ace." Grim glared at him.

"Please, you would've done the same."

Before Toby could respond Myles came running into the cafeteria. He took deep breaths indicating that he had to run a long time to get here.

"I'm -s-so-sorry!-I had to-run-all the way from-Sam's shop-to-get here!" Myles huffed in between his words, Toby watched him with a concerned look in his eyes.

"It's fine! No pressure, we're just glad you showed up, right Grim?" The cat focused his attention on Toby at the mention of his name. 

"Huh? Oh! Yea, totally."

Around five minuets later Grim started huffing again.

"What is it this time?"

"What's buggin me is that Ace ain't even here yet! To make us wait after what he did!" 

"Well, technically it was both of you." Myles's words went unheard as Grim continued his rant. Toby didn't bother saying anything, he learned quite quickly that when Grim starts talking the only way to stop him is with the promise of tuna.

"And now he's super late! I bet he bailed us!" I'd bail on you too if I could. Of course, Toby didn't necessarily mean what he was thinking, he was just tired of putting up with Grim's complaints the whole day.

"It's a possibility." He smiled a bittersweet smile just wanting to go to the dorm and pass out.

"No way am I doin his punishment for him! C'mon, I don't care if we have to drag him kickin and screamin, he's washin those windows!"

-Classroom

"Acee!" Myles was surprisingly happy.

"Ace! Get over here! Try to hide from me will ya!" Grim was not.

Toby rolled his eyes  and leaned on a wall next to a painting. "I don't think anyone's here."

"Well I wouldn't say that, I'm here." The painting next to Toby suddenly spoke, all eyes were now focused on the painting, it represented a prince, and a beautiful one at that, leaning over what looked to  be a sleeping girl, she had ebony hair and pale skin. Toby shivered slightly, the painting might've looked gorgeous but if you think about it, it was really creepy that this man was trying to make out with an unconscious girl.

"Bwahh! The painting just talked!" Grim bought Toby out of his thoughts. The prince in the painting moved to sit on the ground next to the sleeping girl, he looked so relaxed, so..Alive.

"Yea, and? Is a talking painting really this odd at this school? The lady in the portrait, the one with the dyed hair and fur coat even though it's the middle of summer, seriously, what was he thinking, Talks too. As does that one with the masquerade type hat, you know, the purple and black outfit, looks like a loser." The prince pointed to two painted pictures, at that moment, both of the pictures turned to him looking offended, the man especially.

"I'll have you know that we are painted after some of the most well known historical figures to exist!" The man yelled from the other wall as the lady huffed and turned away with an offended look on her face.

"Well known? Please, I have shoes that are more known than you, I knew your memory was bad but not this bad." The prince let out a laugh as the man gritted his teeth and went back to his original position.