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TW: INTENSE VIOLENCE.
⚠ WILL BE PLACED BEFORE AND AFTER THE ACTION TAKES PLACE.
——"Wow, so this is Main Street, huh? This is incredible! I didn't get to see it much yesterday. What's the deal with these seven statues? All their faces look pretty scary. Like, this lady here looks like she's got some reeeal anger management issues." Grim pointed to a statue of...The Queen of Hearts!?
Holy shit did dis-knee create an alternate dimension just to fund more for their lawyers!? I looked at the other statues in a state of calm panic. They were all dis-knee villains. Holy fuck.
"You don't know the Queen of Hearts?" A voice chimed. I turned around to find some red-head looking back at me with beady orange-red eyes. "Queen of Hearts? Is she some kinda big deal?" Grim asked, eyes shimmering with curiosity.
"She was a queen who lived in a mazelike garden of roses long, long ago. She was a strict woman who prized order above all. She wouldn't tolerate a rose being off-color, or her playing-card soldiers being out of step. She basically ruled over a kingdom of madness, but not one of her subjects dared to defy her." I mean, it's accurate but it is painting her more like a hero rather than the tyrant she is.
"You wanna know why? Because the punishment for breaking a rule was immediate decapitation!" Ace motioned his head getting chopped off with his finger. Emily looked like she was about to cry again. "Emily I swear if you start crying I'm going to give you something to really cry about." I threatened, glaring harshly at the girl as she nodded and wiped her eyes before any tears fell.
"Wah! That is seriously messed up!" Grim shrieked. "Pretty cool, right? She's my favorite, honestly. I mean, who would bother to obey a queen that was kind all the time?" Ace remarked. "Do you have anything smart to say or can you shut up? Anyone would take a nice ruler over a tyrant I think we both know that." Ace shuddered. "Yeesh. Who hurt you today?" I motioned toward Emily. He inhaled. "Touché." He stated.
"Yeah, true. A leader needs to be strong. But puttin' that aside... Who're you, now?" Grim asked. "Name's Ace. I'm a first year student here, as of... today! Pleased to meetcha!" He smirked. "I'm Grim! I'm a prodigy whos plannin' to be, like, the greatest mage who ever lived. That there's my far less interesting hench-human." Grim motioned to me.
I gave Ace a wave. "Name's Y/N." Ace pondered the name. ""Y/N"? Huh. Name's got a nic—er, odd ring to it." Ace corrected himself, a light pink on his face as he nervously chuckled. He just met me...am I really that pretty? "Oh! Uh...I-I'm Emily..." She introduced. Ace turned to her with a scoff. "Nice to meet you I guess." He rolled his eyes. Now that's what I like to see.
"So tell me, Ace. Is that lion with a scar in the eye a famous ruler too?" Grim asked, pointing to a statue of Scar. "Of course! That's the King of Beasts who ruled the savanna. But he wasn't born into the throne - he had to earn it through hard work and elaborate schemes." I guess you could call throwing your brother off a cliff to a stampede of buffalo an elaborate scheme.
