Yes. This is a Tangled song. I got an idea, SO ROLL WITH IT. I love this ship. :3
Cry groaned as the light covered his room, burning his eyes after the short hours of sleep he had received. He threw the covers off him, stretching before wandering to the kitchen. A note lay on the counter, and in a chicken scrawl it read;
Cry, I've gone to get some groceries from the village,
make sure the chores are done by the time I get back!
~Father
Cry threw the note in the bin, before rubbing his eyes and grabbing the brush from the kitchen.
"Seven A.M., the usual morning line-up
Start on the chores, and sweep 'til the floor's all clean" Cry mused, skidding down the banister, the broom brushing the stairs as he went. The dust rose up, making him sneeze.
"Polish and wax, do laundry and mop and shine up
Sweep again and by then
It's like seven fifteen." Cry took a quick glance at the clock, before jumping up and running to the library.
"And so I'll read a book
Or maybe 2 or 3
I'll add a few new paintings
To my gallery
I'll play guitar and knit and cook
And basically
Just wonder, when will my life begin?" Cry sighed, throwing all the items aside and stopping singing. It was the same routine everyday, and to be honest, it was getting pretty old.
Cry sat on the windowsill, staring out into the beautiful open world. The emerald colour of the grass, the azure beauty of the river... It was the thing Cry longed for:
Freedom.
Cry heard the small echo of galloping and pushed his hands against the window, his hot breath hitting the glass. Through the passage that was covered in ivy and leaves, protruded a man on a snow white horse. The strange man had sandy blonde hair, and gorgeous azure eyes that glimmered in the light.
A low growl came from Cry's hood, and the brunette sighed, before searching in his hood and bringing out his purple chameleon.
"What's wrong, Minx?" Cry asked, looking at the lizard. Minx pointing at the window, a low growl coming from her. Cry peered out of the window, cussing as he saw the blonde climbing the vines that ran up the side of the tower.
"Shit!" Cry whispered, running to his room, and grabbing two things. His mask, which he tied around his head, and a frying pan. Cry heard a "thud" from the other room, and squeaked quietly in fear. His Father, Ken, had told him about the humans.
Evil people, with razor sharp teeth they used for killing. Violent customs, full of greed. And one of them was in the tower. Cry heard cussing and banging as the human walked around. The masked man gripped the frying pan tightly, nodding to Minx, before stepping to the ajar door and peeking through it.
Upon closer inspection, the blonde man was admittedly very handsome. Cry shook his head, and remembered what Ken had told him. That humans could enchant people into thinking they were handsome. Cry edged closer to the man, who was rooting through a drawer and before the blonde could react, Cry hit him in the back on the head with the frying pan.
The blonde man fell to the ground, unconscious. As he lay there, a piece of paper fluttered from his pocket down to the oak floor. Cry raised an eyebrow, picking it up and bursting out laughing. Upon it was a poster of the man, but the nose was extremely messed up. It was larger than a grapefruit. Underneath lay the caption:
Pewdiepie AKA Pewds
Wanted dead or alive
Reward 1000 gold pieces.
Cry gasped. That was a lot of money. Pewds must have gotten into some serious shit to have that many people after him. Pewds let off a groan and shifted a bit, causing a bag to fall from his belt. But when Cry looked into it, he was not expecting what he saw.
It was a plushie, but it had the exact same facial expression as Cry's mask. A simple black pokerface. Cry's eyes widened, showing Minx the doll. Minx simply nodded, scurrying down to the unconcious man and flinching, before putting her tongue in Pewds' ear.
Pewds quickly shot up, hand smacking his ear violently. He looked at Minx, who was sat on his shoulder, smirking.
"Who are you." Cry asked, deepening his voice and putting the pan at Pewds' throat, threateningly. Pewds' eyes widened in fear and he jumped back a bit.
"I'm Pewds, hey..." Pewds said seductively, winking. It was a tactic that usually worked on clueless people. Not this time. Cry rolled his eyes, though Pewds couldn't see.
"Not gonna work, buddy." Cry said sternly, staring down at Pewds.
"That mask..." Pewds whispered, before stealing a glance at the plushie in Cry's hand. Pewds' gasped.
"You..." Pewds muttered in realization.
"What?" Cry snapped, adjusting his mask so it was perfectly straight.
"Show me the back of your neck." Pewds ordered, swatting away the frying pan that was still aimed at his face. Cry blinked, looking at Pewds, incredulous. He obliged. Ken had always insisted on adding some kind of concealer to Cry's neck, blaming it on spots...
Pewds looked at the pale skin, rubbing it roughly. When all the concealer had washed away, Pewds was definitely not greeted with spots.
"I knew it..." Pewds whispered, looking at the imprint on Cry's neck. It read simply one word;
Felix
~~~
Should I finish this? Like, make it an actual story?
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