Happy To Know You, Grumpy

The New Queen

((I'ght, before this begins, I just wanted to put it out there that I support Jolly Royals a lot more than Queen of Hearts, but for this FanFict I decided to add more QoHs material. But since I've grown to like JRs a bit, I decided to change the ending of this story just a little. I still think Queen of Hearts is cute; just not as good a ship as Jolly Royals is. Also if I make a sequel to this, there will be more Jolly Royals stuff but idk if I'll make a sequel lol who knows.))

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Bashful kept tapping on the Crystal Ball, annoying him greatly.

The ball finally awoke, for the 40th time since Bashful started tapping. "I WON'T SHOW YOU, SO STOP BEING ANNOYING!"

Bashful pouted, he sat on the purple couch, his cheeks resting on his fists, it was obvious Bashful was bored. Bashful then smiled smugly. "Heyyy Crystal...~" He chanted, picking up the couch cushions.

The ball rolled his eyes, looking over at Bashful he screamed, "WHAT DO YA WANT?"

Bashful started throwing the couch cushions everywhere, creating a large mess.

"HEY-HEY-HEY, what are you DOING?"

Bashful laughed, pausing to talk to the Ball he said, "If you won't show me what Hilda and Grim are doing, I'll wreck this house and she'll think YOU did it!"

"Well that's a dumb idea." The ball stated. "I don't have any hands, Hilda will know I didn't break anything."

Bashful stopped throwing the pillows, but this time he angrily raced towards the ball. "I'll drop you if you don't tell me what Hilda is planning."

"Look- HIDER BOY- let me give ya a little tip. What day is it tomorrow?"

Bashful scrunched his nose up in confusion, but answered the Ball anyway. "Uhhh.. the 25th of December, aka: Christmas."

"What ELSE is tomorrow?"

Bashful opened his mouth to answer, instead of a correct answer, all what managed to fling out of his mouth was an unintelligible "Uhhhh" sound.

The Crystal Ball cringed in annoyance. "TOMORROW IS ALSO GLOOMY DAY! GLOOMY DAY!" He growled.

"Oooooohhh-" Bashful gaped.

"YEAH. OH." The Ball retorted.

Bashful was still confused. "B- W- How come Hilda and Grim wanted Happy so bad if tomorrow's Gloomy Day?"

"Why don't you put two-and-two together and realize what happened last Gloomy Day? Remember? Happy ruined the Gloom's plan." The Ball continued to babble, getting carried away. "That's why they decided to dwarfnap Happy so he couldn't interfere with their machine. And since Hilda was so impatient with everything, she and Grim left early this morning to get a head start sucking the joy out of everyone. Luckily before you midgets could get here."

Bashful sprung up in surprise. "WHHHHUTT!" He yelped.

The Ball suddenly realized exactly what he said. His irritated expression dissolved into a bewildered look of distress. "Oh no!" He exclaimed. "IGNORE EVERYTHING I JUST SAID; ESPECIALLY THE LAST PART!"

Bashful thought to the situation the Queen had to have been in right now. Queen Delightful- could be all alone with the Glooms. Queen Delightful could be zapped to death by Hilda. Maybe Queen Delightful has all her joy sucked out of her! Maybe Queen Delightful is trying her hardest to fight off the Glooms, but the desperate attempts aren't working! Maybe, just maybe, the Queen solemnly gave up her crown, handing it to Hilda, and wishing-no...- praying!- that a miracle would happen.