Wait- NO! and other stupid tales

"The Other Eye"

This one shot reaches out to both writer struggles and artist struggles! And if you're both, you'll get ALL the frustration feels with this! Yay! Enjoy!

Rapunzel looked over her journal page she smiled at it. There was nothing quite like a blank page. Hugging the book close to her chest, she imagined all the possibilities. She took hold of her pencil and smirked to the chameleon on her shoulder. "What shall I draw today Pascal?"

Pascal gave a small squeak and shrugged. Rapunzel laid down on her bed. She tapped her pencil to her chin and thought. Glancing around her room, she searched for inspiration. There were a million things painted on the walls from when she sang "The Girl Who Has Everything". She needed something new. Her eyes landed on a pile of books on her desk. Next to the books were several papers with writing on it.

"I have been wanting to do some character design for that manuscript I've been working on," she said to herself. She sat up. She would admit, writing a book at the time looked fun, but at that time she didn't know how hard it would be. But she was always up for new things. So she had taken a break for several months. And what better way to jump back in than draw out the characters?

Rapunzel took hold of her pencil and began sketching the human outlines. Pascal gave a squeak. "What's my character like? Well, they say that you're supposed to try to not make your characters sound all the same and exactly like you, so I've decided to make my main protagonist the opposite of me!" she said with a proud smile. She drew while describing the character's personality.

"My character is a girl who always looks on the bright side. She was stuck in an underground bunker for the first nineteen years of her life. But she never tried to leave because the person who kidnapped her claimed to be her father. And he warned her about the dangers of the outside world," she said. Pascal raised an eyebrow.

"No, this is different. He didn't warn her about ruffians and thugs. He warned her about hooligans and guys with ugly mugs. Besides, he's a boy. Nothing like mother Gothle," she said, justifying herself.

"Anyways, because she was trapped in the bunker, her nails grew really long, great for opening the bunker door. So whenever the kidnapper came home, he was like, 'Munzel, bring me thy nails!'. Oh, by the way, her name's Munzel. Munzel had so much free time on her hands, so she liked to sculpt and stuff. But one day and handsome police officer, yes that's right, nothing like Eugene, came to save her. There's more, but that's all I've written so far," Rapunzel said.

Then she put her hands on her hips. "See? Nothing like me at all," she said. Pascal rolled his eyes with a smile. Then they looked back down at her journal.

Everything was sketched out, the body, the head, the clothes (which looked strangely familiar to Rapunzel's). All that was left was the face. Rapunzel took in a deep breath.

"The face. The hardest part. It only goes down hill from here."

She shared a look with Pascal, her pencil tip hovering over the face. Finally, she put pen to paper. One eye down. She smiled. It actually looked decent. Next she did the nose and the mouth. So far so good. She rolled her eyes to herself. What had she been so worried about? She had this.

She stared at the blank space on the left side of the face. Just the other eye and she'd be done. Easy Peasy. She drew the circle, added a bit of shading. She grinned, finished.

She pulled her face out of her journal, trying to see the full beauty of her picture. When she did, she turned her head confused. Apparently the other eye looked much better up close. But now it was too low.

No problem. She flipped her pencil and erased it. She blew away the eraser bits, and began again. Halfway through the eye, she realized it was too far from the other one.

Rapunzel sighed and erased it again. It left a bit of a smudge, but it was barely noticeable. And she tried again. There was no way she could mess up a third time, right?

(Spongebob narrator voice) Twenty-seven attempts later...

Rapunzel clenched her teeth, determined to get it right this time. She squinted at it. She tried to make out the face, which was now replaced with a big dark erased smudge. She frowned, erasing the eye once again. Pascal glanced from her to the paper, wondering if he should be worried about her sanity. He squeaked to her.

"YES I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING! I WILL FINISH THIS PICTURE IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!" she burst. Pascal took a few steps back.

Rapunzel pressed her pencil to the paper once again. Her eyes widened as she heard a snap. Glancing down, she saw the pencil had broke, leaving a lead streak. She let out an exasperated sigh and attempted to erase it. Her nerves were getting to her, making her erase hard. A bit to hard.

There was a loud rip as the paper was torn from where the face had been down. Rapunzel's eye twitched. She let out a scream and held her head in her hands. She then curled up under a blanket. She tucked away her whole body, including her face. Pascal, sitting next to her on the bed tapped her on the shoulder. Rapunzel let out a loud sob.

This chapter hurt you deep down, didn't it?