MCYT RANDOMNESS 2

Princess Cub pt. 6

Even at full health, I take the weeks before the rescheduled party slowly. Scar's around most of the time, still cooking me food and forcing me to sleep. We work together on both our bases, I tell him my theories for the dress and he gives me knowing smiles back.

By the day of the party, my nerves have disappeared to excited anticipation. So much anticipation that I arrive at Scar's base at least half an hour before he told me to.

'Why hello there Cub!' He beams at me from out his train window. 'Someone's excited,'

'Hey hey! Yeah... I couldn't really wait another hour in my base.'

'That's perfectly alright! Come in, come in...' Scar leads me into the storage room, closing the door behind. My heart's racing with excitement.

'So, how's this going to work?'

'Well, we'll be starting with the hair and makeup, so take a seat among all these cushions.' I do, snuggling up where Scar knew would be most comfortable. 'I'm afraid there will be a bit of eyeshadow, but I will be very quick with it.' Scar curls up next to me. I move my glasses to my forehead, closing me eyes and hugging a teddy as he applies the eye makeup. It's only a couples minutes later that my glasses are back on and Scar's able to do the rest. Even the makeup itself is less itchy than what Scott used, and in the end, the process ends up being pretty relaxing.

'Ok, yeah, that looks incredible...' Scar says as he takes in the finished look. 'Scott did so well designing this...'

'Yeah?'

'Absolutely... now, if you shuffle over a bit, I can do your hair. I do. Scar snuggles even closer, brushing out my hair, adding a few different potions and creams he keeps just out of sight. And then partitions it into sections and-

Wait.

'Dude- You've made my hair longer?!'

Scar gives a delighted little giggle back.

'Rules say I'm allowed to do whatever I want. Including adding special magic hair-growth potions to let me braid your hair!'

'I mean... true?' Of all the possibilities Scar has, I should've expected this most. I know Scar loves braiding my hair. Of course he'd find a way to do it now. I can feel his joy as he works, braiding my hair and adding extra details I can't see. Finally, he lets it rest down my back.

'Is that uncomfortable at all? Any sculkiness?'

'Not at all.'

'Oh, that's amoyzing! And means it's dress time!'

'It'd better be good, man, I've waited this long.'

'Oh, don't worry. You're going to love it... come on, over here, I've got your shulker of special Cub-comfort clothes to keep your stuff safe in, ah, great, you've got layers underneath.' My nerves start up again as I remove everything except the vest I put on beneath. 'Now, I've got a blindfold here, but I'm happy if you just promise not to look.'

'I won't look. I promise.'

'Just stare up at that ceiling... see if you can spot where I ran out of dispensers for it halfway through and had to hope the furnaces I used instead had the same texture...'

'Really?! Couldn't you just craft more? I've got a skeleton farm if you needed more bows?' As we chat, Scar gently pulls the dress over my head.

'It was night, Cub! And all the meanie mobs were coming after me, the phantoms... I had to finish the roof quickly or I'd die.' The short sleeves are on the dress are soft, resting loose on my shoulders. Next comes what could only be some kind of corset, tight enough to feel strangely comforting, almost like a hug. And then I'm told to remove my trousers, showing the translucent, yet warm, sparkly tights on beneath that Scar gave me to put on in advance. I'm given shoes, and then I'm told to hold out my hands.

'And, I had a bit of a conundrum with this bit, Cub... I wanted something to cover your arms, but nothing long sleeved looked good. So... I made these.'

Something's slipped over my hand and up my arms. Gloves, so perfectly fitted I feel like Scar could've only used magic. It barely feels like I'm wearing them at all.

'And, the final detail...' Scar places something on my head before stepping back to take in the finished look. His eyes widen, just a little, showing his awe. So even he didn't expect whatever I'm in to look this good.

'How is it?'

'You look absolutely stunning...  do you want to see?'

'Now?!'

'When else! Come on!' Scar takes my hand, leading me through the fish tank, and into another room behind. Fabric covers what could only be mirrors. I still avoid looking down, waiting as Scar disappears behind the farthest one. It's a couple of minutes until he manages to find the right mechanism.

He pulls off the fabric.

I see the dress.

Holy smokes.

For a moment I'm just staring at the beautiful blue dress I'm in, the constellation skirt (in incredible sparkling detail); the shirt; the corset and gloves, decorated with diamonds. I have no clue how the makeup makes me look so beautiful and yet barely there at all.

And then I see Scar.

He's in his own dress, made from the same pale blue fabric of my top.

I start crying.

'Do... Do you like it?' Scar asks. I nod through my tears. 'This is happy crying?'

'This is amazing.' I sob back. 'Thank you.'

'You're welcome, Cub... oh man, you want a tissue?'

'Y-yeah... the makeup won't smudge, right?'

'Shouldn't do... here.'

I wipe my tears, before hugging Scar tight. All my fears are disappeared to overwhelming adoration of everything Scar's done for me

'And, none of it is uncomfortable?'

'It's perfect, Scar. And so's yours. You look incredible.'

'Oh, I just threw this together to stop you feeling too self-conscious... and your dress definitely isn't perfect... a couple of the jewels are wonky, and I messed up the constellations on your skirt... I was sewing the stars of Ursa Major, and then I remembered I'd already done it, because you told me it's the same as the Big Dippledop Dipper, so I had to find a way to turn it into the Cubstellation, Ursa Minor, and move Morak out to be more like where Pherkad is... oh, and the shooting stars were a nightmare to get right...'

'Scar.'

He falls silent.

'...Yeah?'

I take his hand, looking in is eyes as I speak.

'Wearing this dress is the greatest privilege I've ever had. Thank you for everything.'

'You're welcome, Cub.'

'Now, we've got a party to go to... Do you wish to be my partner?'

A little Scar-smile back.

'I would indeed, Princess Cub.' He squeezes my hand. 'I would indeed.'

Happiness!

Also, art of the dress: