My Fairytales; GENERATION SOUL!

Snow White and the Seven Twinks II 🍎

"Hi there!" Snow White cheerfully says as she opens the door, which she was told not to.

In front of her she sees a pretty young woman holding a bag of uh things.

"Good afternoon!" Fake ahh 💀 "My name is... Blaine! I'm a merchant who trades bodices! I was wondering if you would like some?" Snow White thinks about it for a bit, but... merchants require trading? "I don't exactly have anything to trade! But I would love to try one! If I like them I'll be sure to come back to you one day!"

Well wasn't that a little easy. "Lovely! Let me come in to help you." Our main character... lets the stranger in the house. Great. The Queen places the many bodices on a table and displays them for Snow White to see, they really were pretty. In the end the air head picks out a pretty white one of course with laces!

Blair unties the laces ready for her murder, "This is very pretty! You'll look great in purple."

"But that is white, no?" Silly Snow... As this so called Blaine is prepping the fit, Snow White can't help but stare at her. Something was clicking but it wasn't clicking.

"Here, let me help you put this on. Let's go to this mirror." Blair helps Snow White get into the bodice, it does look good on her. Midway she ends up stopping because she notices the beauty of this woman... oh her eyes look familiar. No... she could be wrong. It seems that Snow does realize she's being looked at and gives her a smile.

"Blair was it?" Snow asks.

The Queen's heart drops. "Wh-what?" How did she know her name? "It's Blaine."

"Oh, I must be mistaken. I just thought I knew you from somewhere."

?

...

Now it hits Blair. Now it all makes sense.

She takes ahold of those laces, hands trembling. There is no way... It really is her. The queen tugs on them, tighter and tighter, ignoring how her vicTIM is telling her to stop, she pulls on so tight the laces end up digging into her skin. Despite her own pain, she keeps on tightening them until Snow White's body becomes motionless, and drops her to the ground. Once she hears the thud, Blair looks at her hands and sees the engraved markings of the lace. She trembles again once more and feels all fuzzy.

"No... This can't..." Quickly skimming the room, Blair collects back all her props and makes a run for it, tears streaming down her face.

***

The Queen slams her bedroom door shut and goes straight to the bathroom. She runs her hands under the sink, rubbing as hard she can hoping the marks from her palms would disappear, unfortunately it's not like they were stains. Blair goes back into the room, obviously for one reason.

"Mirror Mirror on the wall..." With that, the familiar face appears again. "How'd it go, Mission Impossible?" A weird ahh shriek is what the mirror gets in response, "I can't do this anymore...! Mirror, how much do you know of people?"

"Depends, I guess. You don't look well, are you okay?" Omg, the mirror showing concern?!

"I don't care, I don't care anymore. Snow White... that can't be her real name... it's too wacky, come on, surely she has another name." The figure in the reflection does what he does best, obeying orders.

"Dahlia is her real name. Apparently Snow White was just a nickname that symbolizes her purity. Man I wish you'd ask more questions like that I'm always hoping to one day answer..." and his voice trails off in Blair's mind.

What? Dahlia?

Dahlia.

"...I knew it."

"Your Highness? Is everything okay?" No response. All the reflection could make out was the Queen staring down at the ground, muttering something to herself. "She's back..."