Tales of Goth: MIW Fairy Tales

Cinderella | Deviless

Written by NonaHysteria

| | |"You do not have a choice in the matter!" The king's voice boomed.

"The Hell I don't!" The prince retaliated, "You already are forcing me into a life I don't want. I should at least get a say in who I have to live in misery with."

The queen sighed, "It's not misery, when you love your spouse."

"It's a little hard to fall in love with someone in a minute. This dance is going to be useless." He scoffed, cutting the air with his hand. Steaming, he began to walk from the room.

"Christopher Cerulli! Get back here!" The king yelled.

"Suck my fuck." He muttered and slammed the door behind him.

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Across the kingdom, in a small cottage, the sun was just now waking a beauty pent up in the dingy attic. Beams of light shined in through a small window. The birds flew in, chirping Ghost awake. His hair stuck up in every direction as he sat up sleepily. He stretched out his arms with a soft moan. The blue birds flew around his head, offering him a white ribbon.

"Why, thank you." He sleepily said as he took the ribbon into his dainty hands. Ghost grabbed the brush at his side table and began to rid his hair of knots. He hummed to himself, the birds joining along. The bell from the castle chimed loudly throughout the lands and he scowled. "That damn thing. I hear you. I'm getting my ass up."

He wrapped the ribbon around his now straightened hair to keep it out of his face. He'd have a lot of work ahead of him today. Ghost wandered over to the room divider to get dressed behind it. As he continued to hum, more birds flew in through the windows. Mice began to slowly crawl out from the holes in the wall. The animals helped him to get dressed and make up his bed. He plopped down at his vanity to put on a small amount of makeup.

"Ghosty!" One of the mice called for him as he wandered up to the table, "Ghost!"

"What? What's wrong, Josh?" He softly asked.

"There's a new mouse in the house!" Josh replied, "He's stuck in the trap!"

Ghost gasped, "Well, why didn't you say so?"

He opened the drawer of the vanity and pulled out a tiny outfit. He had hand sewn it in his spare time. Ghost hurried down the several flights of turning stairs, stopping at a landing. The other mice stumbled behind as they climbed over the stairs like mountains. Inside the mouse trap was a tall, thin mouse. A tuff of his fur hanged in his eyes. He cowered from the human looming over him.

"Oh, I'm not going to hurt you. Don't you worry." He said as he opened the trap. The little mouse wondered out and Ghost offered the outfit to him. "What's your name?"

"...Vinny." He muttered. "Thank you for the clothes."

From downstairs, Ghost heard his step mother holler his name. He quickly shot up, telling the other mice to help the their new friend get settled. From experience, he knew it was not a good idea to be tardy when step mother called him. Ghost rushed into the living room and stopped himself to a posed point as he entered. His step sisters were both fighting over a cardigan as they got ready to go out for the day.

"We're going to town for a few hours," His step mother said, "I expect the house clean by the time we return."

"Yes, ma'am." He replied.

Her lip and chin seemed to constantly be raised. In contrast, Ghost always kept his head down. He waited patiently as he watched his unpleasant step family file out of the door. Long ago, he had lost his birth mother. His father had passed recently, leaving him in the care of that wretched woman. Ghost began to do his mile long list of chores. He didn't enjoy being under her thumb, but this was the only place that would have him.