Into the World of Twisted Wonderland Pt 2

👑 The Beautiful Tyrant: Chapter 41 👑

"I'm the only one here. Why don't you give it a try?" He asks him. "Let it all out at the top of your lungs. It'll make you feel way better!"

"Well..." He thinks for a moment, looking around, making sure that no one else is around the two, only to see no one. "All right." He takes a deep breath and faces the sea. "YOU THINK AH KIN TURN ALL DARLIN' OVERNIGHT? ARE YOU OUTTA YER APPLE-PICKIN' MIND?!" He angrily yells. Deuce looks at him in shock. "AH'M A FARM BOY FROM THE STICKS! WE GOT MORE HEIFERS'N WE DO PEOPLE OUT IN OUR PART OF THE COUNTRY! IT'S ALL AH KIN DO TA TALK WITHOUT SLIPPIN' INTA MAH ACCENT! AH AIN'T NEVER DANCED AFORE, OTHER'N HOEDOWNS AN' FIELD DAY GAMES! HOW'M AH S'POSED TA KNOW THE FIRST THING ABOUT DRESSIN' ALL TRENDY OR ACTIN' ALL CLASSY?! AH AIN'T NEVER WANTED TA BE NO DARLIN' ANYHOW! IF AH HAD MAH DRUTHERS, AH'D BE A BIG AN' TOUGH AN' STRONG MAN! YER A BIG OL' IDJIT, Y'HEAR?!" He screams. Once he finishes, he pants and smiles. "Ahhh!" he exclaims. "That felt mighty good!"

Deuce looks at him in bewilderment. "I barely understood like...half of that. What language was that? Wait, was that just your natural accent?! Epel, where are you from?"

"Oh, Ah'm from Harveston," he answers. "It's way off in the mountains in the north part of the Shaftlands. Vil says not to alk much around people on account o' mah accent bein' hard ta understand. Every time Ah open mah mouth, Vil gets on mah case. 'Don't speak with an accent. Address people by name. Mind your volume.' Drives me nuts, Ah tell you what!" He huffs as he kicks a bit of sand.

"I always had you pegged as a quiet, timid guy since the day we met..." Deuce says in thought. "But boy, was I ever wrong. Hah hah," he chuckles.

"Ah had to be careful when Ah spoke. Never knew when Vil was gonna be there to call mah accent out. An' those frilly uniform shirts Ah wear? Those ain't mah first choice, that's fer sure. Housewarden's orders," he sighs.

"Wait, housewarden's orders?" Deuce exclaim in shock. "Really? Your dorm doesn't have some crazy set of rules like Heartslabyul. Why is this a thing?"

"Well, lemme tell you 'bout my orientation back in September..." Epel says as he recalls the event.

Epel stands in the Mirror Chamber, looking around, seeing students mummering to themselves as they look at him. (Everywhere Ah look, it's all the same- buncha highfalutin' rich boys too big fer their britches.) He thinks as he sighs. (Ah know how Ah look. Ah'm used ta getting' treated like Ah'm some kinda wuss back home. 'Course, back home Ah gave a whoopin' ta anyone who said it ta mah face.) He smirks. (Gotta make sure Ah don't take any guff here, too.)

"You there," a voice calls out. "The new enrollee."

"Huh?" Epel says to Vil. "Y'want something?"

"Are you trying to make a mockery of the ceremonial orientation robes?" He says as he approaches Epel. "Button up your collar at once."

(Is this the Pomefiore housewarden?) Epel thinks as he looks at Vil staring at him. (Ah sure don't want no part of a dorm run by a prim 'n proper gent like this. This beanpole ain't nothin' compared ta the Savanaclaw housewarden.)

"Hm," Vil says as he leans down, inspecting Epel, making him flinch a little. "I wasn't sure how to appraise you at a distance...But upon closer inspection, I must say, you've quite the winsome façade," he states.

"Win-what?" Epel says in confusion, only to glare at him. "You callin' me a wuss? Well, if Ah'm a pot, yer a kettle!" He smirks.

Vil sighs. "Oh, dear. Dear oh dear. You are utterly unpresentable."

"Scuse me?"

"The way you dress, the way you act...Even the way you think is utterly devoid of any sensibility," Vil states.

The remark made Epel angry. "Oh yeah?! Yer gonna regret sayin' that in a few second! Let's take this outside!"

Vil sighs in disappointment. "Why must every student selected for this school be so quick to resort to violence? It's fine, I suppose," he smiles. "After all, it's my duty to give my underclassmen a proper Night Raven College welcome."

After going in the hallway, Epel took a punch from Vil, staggering back as he holds his stomach in pain. "Gah...!" He exclaims as he looks at Vil, seeing that he didn't even break a sweat from their little skirmish. "Tarnation! He ain't even usin' magic and he wiped the floor with me..."

"Here's a lesson for you, little spudling," Vil says as he walks towards him. "In this school, the rule is that the weak obey the strong. From what I can tell, you haven't been assigned to a dorm yet. Regardless, since you lost, you will do as I say."

Epel grunts. "C-consarnit..." (What's he gonna do ta me?! Take all mah money? Make me his errand boy?)

"Your first order of business is to button up every loose button on your robes."

"...Huh?" Epel asks in confusion.

"NOW," Vil commands with a glare, making him flinch as he quickly button up his robe. "Next, your belt. You have no business letting it hang low and loose from your waist, especially considering your diminutive stature," he says as he tries to fix his belt. "Such disgraceful form is utterly unacceptable!" He tightens his belt.

"Agh!" Epel cries out in pain. "A-ah kin barely breath in this now!"

"And your hair!" He exclaims. "Have you even considered combing that rat's nest out?"

"It ain't like Ah carry a comb wherever Ah go!" Epel retorts.

"Lastly, your elocution! Speak properly."

"Whuh?!" Epel says in shock. "Are you sayin' mah accent ain't good as how city folk talk?!"

"Stop misinterpreting my instructions," Vil corrects. "I have nothing against your home or its dialect. What I object to is your attitude. Being proud of your home is all well and good, but there is a time and a place for that. The way you address your superiors is entirely unacceptable."

Epel glares at him. "Grrr..."

"In this school, losers have no right to whine or complain. If you want to voice a grievance, you'll have to beat me in a fight first. Now, what is the correct response?" He says as he looks at Epel.

"Gh..." Epel calms down. "Yes, sir."

"Hmph," Vil scoffs. "Only the Dark Mirror itself knows which dorm you'll be assigned to. But pray that you don't get assigned to Pomefiore," he smirks. "For I am Vil Schoenheit, its housewarden. If you come under my domain...I will tolerate none of the behavior you exhibited today. Remember that. Now fix up your clothes as I instructed and get back to orientation." He walks off, leaving Epel alone.

Epel watched his retreating figure, gritting his teeth. "D-dagnabbit..."

A/N: Just so you guys know, this chapter alone had more red than the other chapters I've written so far in this story. I'm dizzy seeing red