chapter 4

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The man in the black cloak took his hood off, revealing himself Erik Killmonger He smirked and gave an evil chuckle before leading his horse away and galloping through the forest.His destination was the Poison Apple, the local pub where all the villains hung out and drank to drain away the sorrows of not living a happily-ever-after. Captain Hook played the piano for all the customers as a witch sang for them, but no one paid them any attention. Erik Killmonger walk   in, and people stopped and stared at him as he hung his cloak on what he thought was a coat-rack and walked to the bar. The tree that he actually hung his coat on glared at him as he took it off his branch and threw it to the ground. evil queen the queen famous for poisoning SnowRose glanced up from her game of pool and, in shock, drove her cue into the fabric on the table, hitting the ball and making it land where the Headless Horseman was, well, headless.

Erik set a white napkin on the stool in front of the bar and sat down before asking, "What does a prince have to do to get a drink around here? Fonia the fox one of two famous stepsisters, turned around, her hands full of dirty jugs. " ah Fonia  the fox Why they call you and ugly stepsister, I'll never know where is Stacey the fox Taking the night off?"

Fiona the fox ask she not welcome here

She spat into one of the jugs and started cleaning it with a rag before demanding, "What are you doing here, Erik"
Not much. Just a chance at redemption," he replied before laughing, "And a Fuzzy Navel. And Fuzzy Navels for all my friends!" he declared, standing up and turning to the other villains. Hook angrily slammed his, um, hook onto the piano keys, breaking them, and the singing witch snarled. evil queen snapped her cue in half, and Stromboli broke his beer glass. The villains stalked forward, ganging up on him, as Hook snarled, "We're not your friends." Erik backed up against the table, and Fiona the fox
grabbed him by the shoulders and forced his torso to lie on the bar. Hook placed his hand on his chest and continued, his hook hanging loomingly over the prince's face, "You don't belong here."

Erik ask You're right, of cour—I mean, you're absolutely right, but, I mean, do any of us

Do a number on his face," the Cyclopes suggested.

Erik ask No no no no. Wait, wait, wait!" Riku intervened. "We are more alike than you think. Wicked Witc—evil Queen he corrected himself as he sat up. "The Seven Dwarfs save SnowRose pink female hedgehog and then what happened?"

Oh, what's it to you?" she snapped.

They left you the unfairest of them all," he continued. "Now here you are, hustling pool to get your next meal. How does that feel?"

Her angry demeanor cracked as it really hit her, and she sniffled, "Pretty unfair."

And you!" Erik turned to Stromboli and leapt off the bar, walking forward. "Your star puppet abandoned the show to go and find his father."

And Hook." Erik turned to him and glanced sadly at his hook before continuing, "Need I say more?" Hook stared angrily at the hook before sighing and cradling it mournfully.

Erik ask and you  Frumpypigskin!" 

Rumpelstiltskin

Where's that firstborn you were promised, eh?" Rumpelstiltskin placed his hand sadly over his tattoo of a pacifier.

Erik ask Fiona the fox Remember how you couldn't get your little fat foot into that tiny glass slipper? Fiona sigh he continued Cindy rouge white bat  is in Far Far Away right now, eating bonbons, cavorting with every last little fairytale creature that has ever done you wrong!" He turned to the villains and walked around like a politician, continuing, "Once upon a time, someone decided that we were the losers. But there are two sides to every story… and our side has not been told! So who will join me? Who wants to come out on top for once? Who wants their… 'Happily. Ever. After?'" He ended by raising a drink as a toast, and the rest of the villains cheered, agreeing. Eventually, a happy fist fight started, and Erik Killmonger warily looked around before sipping his drink and wondering what he had gotten himself into.

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