The Terrors Of Modern Clothing

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(Y/N)= Your Name
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"But why are there holes in them." He crossed his arms and pushed out his lips in thought. "On Neverland you could've had holes in your pants by just working. Not on purpose." He said so matter-o-factly.

"Peter." You grasped his cheeks, "They're called ripped jeans. It's a style, didn't you have 'hits' for clothing in the Enchanted Forest?"

He pondered, "Yes. But our clothes weren't see through." His face showed a longing to be out of this clothing store as he raised his arm and pointed to the rack of, what would ya know, transparent shirts.

"It's been a whole week since we left Neverland, I know it's such a terrible time for you when we visit my family but it's not like I'm making you wear.." You turn and dramatically hold a shirt in front of him with rips in the front, zippers, mesh, and a plastic sleeves, possible the most ugly thing in the history of ugly pieces of clothing.

His face is frantic, confused and visibly concerned for the sake of your realm's well being. "You wouldn't..." He glared at you, he has no style when it comes to your type of clothing so it's, in fact, you who has to pick out what he wears while visiting Storybrooke.

"I would." Before he had time to react you threw it on him laughing so hard you pretty much forgot to breathe correctly!

He screeched and gasped, "That was a terrible experience, (Y/N)!! That bloody thing needs to burn in the fiery depths of hell."

He snapped his fingers, sending away the 'clothing' and straitened his shirt, "Shall we get on with this trip then?" He grumbled.

"Of course." You say, satisfied with yourself, looping your arm into his, "By the way, where did you'd send that rag?"

"Where it belongs, darling.. Where it belongs..." He sighed before continuing to walk in silence.

{Meanwhile in the Underworld: 3rd Pov}

"What th-" Hades' blue flames erupted from his otherwise neatly combed head, "Who dares send me this abomination???" He said quickly, in a fit of rage.

He summons a pair of tongs and disgustingly picks it up, making his way down to the chamber of which his beloved lies.

"Please just destroy it, I want no more of its presence in my chamber anymore." With that, he threw it to his three headed beast, Cerberus, making sure they would destroy it.

Hades walked away, content with his actions. That rag was destroyed, and hell could be a better place without it because, well, it was now it was eliminated from existence.

Or was it?



A/N... I'm so so so so sooo sorry this is short and shitty but I kind of like it, anyways. Don't forget to check out my other book, and soon a new upcoming one!! Don't forget to request! Happy Reading, Cheers!
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