👑 The Beautiful Tyrant: Chapter Finale 👑

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A/N: Alright guys, I have an important question this time! Are you ready for it...?


Which is most important to YOU? The Past, Present, or Future?


More A/Ns at the bottom of the chapter!





After looking around for a quick moment, a familiar glow started to shine through the room, making her cover her eyes at the sudden source of light. Her eyes instantly went over to the mirror in the room, eyes widen in shock at the sight. "...lo? Hellooo?" A familiar voice calls out. "Are you there?"

"Mickey!" She quietly says as she quickly gathers the chair from last time and the ghost camera and placed it near the fireplace, seeing that there was knocking coming from the mirror. She carefully stood on the chair, getting a sense of balance and then leaned into the mirror, expecting the impact as she closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, she was standing in the familiar space, seeing Mickey right in front of her, smiling at her.

"Hiya!" He happily greets. "Top of the evening to you! It's been a while. How've you been?" The greetings and question almost confused her a bit. So many greetings within a short time frame... "I wonder how long it's been since we last met," he says in thought, getting her attention. It's been about a month...right? "Then again, maybe 'met' isn't the right word. I only see you in my dreams," he states. "I've been trying to get back to this dreamland ever since, you know." The statement made Angel surprised. So, it wasn't just her! "I've tried wearing the same pajamas, reading the same book before bed, you name it! But nothing seems to work. So how come I made it here tonight? I didn't do anything special" He sadly says. The remark only confuses her. Why tonight? She thought about the other nights before. She didn't do anything, yet he appeared. Does that mean connecting with Mickey requires something else? Were there certain conditions that had to be met? What were those conditions? How could she even tell? The questions plague her mind, confusing her even more. What in the world is going on around her? "Anyway, we lost touch right when you brought up that strange camera you have," he speaks up, bringing her out of her thoughts. He pointed at the camera in her hands, reminding her about the item itself, perfectly placed in her hands. "I've been curious about it ever since."

"Oh, yeah! Thanks for the reminder!" She holds up the camera. "Can I take your picture?" She asks him.

"Sure, absolutely!" He happily says. She smiled at the affirmation, holding the camera up to get a full body picture of him. Despite the height difference between the two, it was quite easy to at least capture a full body picture of him. She took a step back, seeing that the camera was able to get his body and carefully put her finger on the shutter.

"Strike a pose and smile for the camera!" She says, and he obliges, holding his right hand up in a wave and his left hand perched on his hips, leaning a bit to the left as his right foot leaned upwards, a smile on his face. She pressed the button, and a snap was heard, followed by the sound of something being printed out. She looks in front of the camera, seeing the black and white familiar piece of paper coming out of the camera. She carefully took it and waved it off, not wanting to ruin the picture and hoping that the results would come quickly and it did, showing Mickey and all his glory.

"How's it look?" He asks and she turned it around, letting him take a look at the picture.

"It came out perfect!" She happily exclaims. "Now I got proof I'm not dreaming!"

"Ha ha!" He laughs. "That really is a nice photo! I wish I could have a copy..." He stops. "Oh wait. I wouldn't be able to take it back with me from dreamland, would I?" He curiously asks. Would it actually work? She thought about it, remembering how she was able to bring the camera in and out of the mirror. Maybe it's the same with the photo? "Either way, I feel like you and I are closer than before now," he says, getting her attention yet again. "I can see and hear you more clearly. It's like the only thing separating us now is a single pane of glass." He raised his fist, knocking in front of him of the invisible pane of glass in front of him, proving his point as it makes a sound. "We're getting to talk longer, too. Maybe one of these days, you and I could watch a movie together!" He says with a smile. "Do they have movies in Twisted Wonderland? I'd love to watch any of your favorites." Angel eyes widened at the idea, a small smile on her lips. She nod, thinking fondly about the hopeful memory and he smiles wider. "I sure wish Donald and Goofy could join us here in this dreamland...If they found out I had a friend here, oh boy, I can just picture their faces!" He laughs.

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