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Shroomy quickly went to open the door. It was Sketchy.
"Hello Sketchy?" Shroomy said.
"Yes, hello! I need to discuss important matters with you." He said, walking into the room with a few papers in his hands.
"What are those?" Shroomy asked, looking at them.
"These are about the queen and the princess. I found them in Jaden's room.."
Shroomy gave him a look.
"Don't ask why I was in Jaden's room."
Shroomy shrugged and grabbed the papers. He started reading them.

December 14th of 1428,
         
          It's hard for me to say this, but I hate her. I hate the queen.

Shroomy read the paper closely. Sketchy walked in and closed the door quietly.

I was next in line. My mother even said it herself! "Jaden my dear, when I grow old and am no longer here, you will rule this kingdom as queen."

Sketchy grabbed a sewing needles and put them behind his back.

But Mother got sick, and passed away early. My little sister Chargii forced me behind her, however, and she became the queen.

Sketchy approached Shroomy slowly.

That was supposed to be my throne,
Mine!!

Sketchy suddenly grabbed Shroomy by the throat, shoving needles down his mouth.
"ACHHCH-!!"

My mother should have seen how she acted.

"I bet this will be one of my best works! Its sew much fun to make!!" Sketchy shoved the needles farther down Shroomys throat.
Shroomy scratched Sketchy in the eye.
"AAH-!"

Wretched. Awful. Treats things like a joke, such as my royalty.

Shroomy was on his knees, the needles had punctured through his throat, and blood was pouring out of his mouth.
Sketchy covered his eye.

She didn't even care when mother died! Even when the villiage used to scream, "Madam Tablet has fallen! Madam Tablet has fallen!"

"Y-You traitor.." Shroomy muttered the best he could.
Sketchy uncovered his eye. It was bleeding.
He stepped on Shroomy's throat, bringing him to the floor.

Chargii hired Pants around this time. My mother didn't believe in making others do your work for you.

"This is just what I promised, so I can't say I'm sorry!" Sketchy laughed.
Shroomy lay there on the floor in a puddle of his own blood. He wasn't moving.

She is like a tyrant. I don't know if I can take it any longer.
                                               - Jaden, The Princess.

Sketchy just left the room, and went to the bathroom to clean up. He was calm as ever.
The tears in this man could never be fixed now, for the tailor was dead.

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