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Decembersville Ch. 43

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Chapter 43 – Knowing thy enemy
     "Those stinkin' vultures. Next chance I get I'll throttle 'em by their scrawny necks," Darkchovi mumbled as he hammered some wood back into the walls of his restaurant, angered and frustrated coming back to his pub overrun with bullet-holes, a broken doorknob, shattered glass, and ruined tables. Everything seemed confiscated and it just got him cheesed off badly. "Jeez, Chovi! Sorry about the bar!" a freak customer exclaimed, helping to hammer wood into the walls as well. A bunch of citizens and the usual bar customers came by not for a drink but to help the bartender out with his current dilemma, polishing things, picking up glass (and some freaks eating them due to their processing stomachs), hammering into wood, refreshing some paint, and fixing up the tables.
     "Aw, thanks man, but it's all good," Darkchovi smiled widely as he stood up in his skates, rolling away from the wall to the long bar table to grab a few nails. "Hey! Let's all look on the bright side! At least nobody was in here at the time, am I right?"
    "Amen to that!" a freak woman responded loudly as she hung from the ceiling, placing the hanging lanterns back where they were before as they brimmed in their emerald candle-light. A bunch of others agreed as well.
    "I concur!" the bartender laughed followed by everyone else. He served up a few free drinks in glasses that he took from the speakeasy and handed them out graciously. "This is what it's all about, folks: hangin' in there nice and tight." It was obvious that he was in a jovial mood, even during such a time of direness. That was Darkchovi for you; always there to brighten up the darkness.  
    "Chovi," a little boy popped his head out from around the corner of the management room's hall and got the bartender's attention. "You have a phone call. Says it's for you and it's red."
By "it's red" the boy meant that the telephone system in the city had a color monitor that depicted how urgent the call was exactly. Red was the maximum. "Thanks, li'l buddy. I'll take it from there." The little boy nodded as Darkchovi dancingly skated past him, ruffling the kid's hair and rolling into his office. "Burnsy! Tsk-tsk-tsk…" he cooed at his white cat that meowed lazily as it followed him inside, jumping up and clinging onto his dress. The bartender whistled as he closed the door and rolled over to his desk, overrun by some paint vials and stone carved cats that he was not done painting over. He took a seat and picked up the phone that was nestled near his candle holder.
    "'Yello!" he greeted into the gear-ish phone, registering his voice to accept the call. "This is Darkchovi of the Dark Brothers Pub, how can I help ya'?"
Someone broodingly greeted him back. Then Darkchovi's eyes opened wide with disclosure and he whistled aloud, smile still intact. "Howdy, boss!"

     "Very well then. You tell them, I'll get us coffee."
     "No, no, no. I think you meant you tell them and I'll get us some coffee."
     "You do it and I get us coffee!"
     "No, YOU do it!"
     "It was your idea!"
     Two Doll officers exchanged immature arguments between each other as they stood in the dark hall of the von Pyre Castle; bickering about who was going to break some news to their lords, the von Pyre Bros. The masked freaks in their black hoods disputed with each other and one whined "BIGGEST GOES FIRST!"
     "We are the same height, rookie- Sergeant Tammy!" the Doll with the x-eyed mask made a leap over to Tammy, who was grimly walking down the dark corridor with a tea tray. The mute officer mildly turned his head and came to a pause as the squabbling beings jumped at him, each placing a hand on his shoulders. "Hey, Tammy, how are you doing?" one said in a swindling tone.
     "HEY, Tam," the x-eyed Doll interrupted the other hastily. "So… we were wondering if you could kind of do us a little favor; nothing big nothing small just a favor."
     "Eh…?" Tammy murmured shyly and curiously.
     "Yeah, uh… you see, we have to break the news to our lords about…" the two Dolls came up on each side of Tammy and whispered some things to him very quietly. "So would you mind?"
     "Eh… eh…" Tammy mumbled for a few seconds until the Doll with the spiral-eyed mask squealed: "AW, WHAT ARE WE DOING!? We can't rely on Sergeant Tammy to tell them anything! Let's face it, we are screwed!"
     "Look," the x-eyed officer sounded calm. "If we're lucky, they are probably in good moods."
     "After what happened at the theater!?"
     "Just keep it on the low key with that detail and we might make it through another night!"
The three Dolls walked through the detailed hallways and lairs of the colossal castle until they made it into the Tea Room (where Tammy was headed to anyways). They saw a woman there, back turned, serving herself some tea without a sound emitted. She was wearing a long, sparkling blue-pink dress with baby-blue ribbons and frills on the bottom and her long black hair was picked up into a nicely styled tail at the top of her head. From the back they could see some powder around her neck.
     As Tammy went over to place the tea tray down to refill the milk pots, the two Doll officers walked to the woman from behind and one of them asked commandingly "You there. Woman. Do you know where our lords Bella von Pyre and Chimabell von Pyre are at this hour?"
    "I'M A MAN, YOU FOOLS!" Bella shouted furiously as he spun around and faced the Dolls with an expression of pure embarrassment and rage. He wore red gel over his black lips and blue mascara above his eyes as well as false eyelashes to give him a pure feminine look; he even had some pink blush added to his pale white face and he was wearing one of Campara's bras. He looked like a long lost sister who skipped out of a mardi gras parade.
     "L-L-Lord Bella!?" the two officers cried with utter disbelief as Tammy dropped the glass milk jar and got it to shatter on the floor.
    "Shut the hell up!" Bella screamed with every amount of rage and shame he had. "That idiot is wasting himself in the family room and don't you DARE look at me like that!!" then he adjusted his sister's bra strap with private sensitivity.
Bella stormed past them in his high heels, standing upright and lifting his dress a little to walk. He exited the room, leaving the Doll's stunned.
    "D… did he just-"
    "Shush."
    "Was he just-"
    "Shush!"

     Emily Moonsick was resting herself in the family room of the castle, looking at the grand window that overlooked the dark night of the city. There were fireworks being launched from very far away. "Kallavient Carnival, is it?" she rhetorically asked herself with every amount of seriousness and monotony she had. For one so cruel and cold-blooded as she, she could not help but feel enchanted by the beauty of the night outside what with the lit Decembersville Clocktower and the many buildings and houses sparkling like gems in darkness. It was raining and thundering outside now. "It must be quite a joyous occasion going on at that amusement park," she sighed. Then she grimaced and coughed into a handkerchief she pulled out of her chest pocket.
     "B-big sistah!" Emmy jumped atop the couch Emily sat on and put her cold hands on her shoulders. "Big sistah is bleeding! She's bleeding!"
    "Not anymore," Emily responded. The attack was rather threatening to her life back at Chiaroscuro Theater and since then Emmy has been rather jumpy about it. Emily's heart has been paining a little since then. "It has all passed."
    "Id haz alls plassed!? I-I-I'll t-tell YUH wuzis allz in plassed, y-yuh gals! B-becluz I am… the frackin MAYOR and I am resplected!" Chimabell slurred as he took another gigantic gulp from the bottle of raw vodka.
Yes. Chimabell was drunk. He was too depressed to be rained on again, so he got himself intoxicated.
He was blind too; reddish-pink skin encircled his hollow eyes and burned intensely. Everything looked blurry to him.
    His older brother marched into the grand room, almost tripping over his heels and swearing in a frustrated manner as he made his way to the three couches that encircled the tea table in the family room. Emmy was laughing her heart out once she laid eyes on him and Emily just said "Ohh? And what do we have here? Plan on filling in your sister's missing role?"
    Bella made a glare at her that told her to zip it, but she did not take it at heart at all because she could not care more about her acquaintance. In fact, Emily did not really care for anything besides the teeth of her victims (and trust me when I say that she obtained quite a few back at the theater).
     "Chima," the attorney is drag snapped at the mayor that was sprawled on the black leather couch. "Chima, get up. You should be making an announcement for… for…" he slowly began to notice that his little brother was not sober at all. "Chima?"
     "I w-wantsa chrysanthermums fer the my b-blagel krammy… jackle… offgow… dammit."
Bella's eyes widened and he snatched the wine bottle from his brother's talons. Angrily, he commented at him through gritted fangs "You are drunk."
    "Yer ugly," Chimabell responded with an intense slur, taking the bottle back from Bella.
    "Give me that vodka! You've had enough!"
    "Hey! Muh-muh-mind yer own bizzis, y-you churgi f-flung!" and the mayor took another gulp.
    "Give it!"
    "Nuh!" As Bella took the bottle away, Chimabell rolled off the couch and fell on the floor, top hat flying off as he lied on his belly, yelling at his brother through a wide, uneven smile "F-frick you, Beller, andz give me y-yer dazzle, y-you attractive lady!" He grabbed onto his brothers dress and pulled himself up, flinging his arms over his broad shoulders and coming in close to his face. "Y-y-yer such… a girl," he garbled.
     "GET OFF, YOU LITLE SLIME!"
     "Marry me andz we'll haves pretty freak childrens! Th-they shallz be pretty l-like their daddy… and their mommy… and their brother… a-and their Sophia's!" He brought his head up to scream at the high ceiling. "Hey, Meowsiciansianses! I believes in MAGIC, stripy!"
     "Brotherly love? How disgusting," Emily sighed.
     "Stay out of this!" Bella hissed at her venomously, pushing his little brother away with repulsion embed into his expression. "And lay off!"
     "G'mun, honey, haves a gulp!" the little brother smiled adorably and stubbornly held onto his brother's dress as he was getting pushed away. "Fer yer bruuuutha-mutha, mai luv, fer yer brutha-mutha!" Then he hugged Bella's torso and made a face of heaven. "Yuh look like mai mutha's glitter. I LOVE YOU!!" He hopped up and attempted to throw his body over Bella's and knock him down, but instead he simply fell limply to the floor in an epic failure.
Then Chimabell immediately began to laugh out loud "Ahahahahahaha…!" and Emmy laughed along, hopping up and down with her spirit bulging in fun during the situation. And then the mayor began to cry maniacally. "Waaahahahahaha!! Why, Azzi, WHY!? Did we not love each other!?" He threw a tantrum based on his memories of his life and his past lover. It was both painful and humorous to see a thirty-three year old man acting in such a way.
     Bella growled at how stupid his brother was behaving and gave the bottle to Emily Moonsick. "Go crazy," he said monotonously. Emily thanked him grimly and held the green bottle in her hand and pressed her lips against its hard surface, sipping the glass up as if it was water.
Then three Dolls entered the room; Tammy, holding up the tea tray; and two more that then seemed more confused than fearful of their lords' wrath. "Excuse us, my lords," the Doll with the x-eyed mask said. All heads were turned to see the two standing there. "We have a matter of grave news to state; about the Chiaroscuro Theater."
     "Thrill us," Bella said seriously, sitting down next to Emily while Chimabell staggered off the floor, crawling onto the center couch in hopes of seeming sophisticated (although he was way off). "What is the matter?"
    "Wuh-wadyoo wand?"
The two officers took major gulps while Tammy served the tea calmly. They bowed to the von Pyres, "Sirs…" then they bowed down to the Moonsicks "Ladies…" and then the Doll with the spiral eyes waved his hand and black smoke conjured up a few papers. "Now, about the Chiaroscuro Theater, it was engulfed in flames and burned to a crisp but three hours ago. Of course, the structure still stands on its own."
Emily's head tilted in curiosity as to what the Doll last said.
   "Good," Bella scoffed. "We're finally rid of that insane little rebel and his band of renegades."
   The Dolls gulped again. "Weelll… actually, my lord, there's the problem."
   Emily raised an eyebrow. "What?"
   "We are discontent to say that Wonka, Cheshira Darkmoon, Bella Morte, Butler, Cassia, and all other members of the rally gang have fled the scene. None were killed during the assault."
    "What the hell is that supposed to mean!?" Bella exclaimed in such incredulity clogging his thoughts. "Are you saying that about sixty traitors are out there alive and plotting against us!?" The Dolls nodded. Bella kicked the tea table with his high heels, angry and stressed. He stood up in his dress, "How does that work? How could a bunch of our officers die and a nest of freaks flee a scene like that? How is that even possible!?"
    "We haven't a clue, my lord. There are woods surrounding the outskirts of the city, so they could be hiding anywhere really. Probably beyond Kallavient in the Emptylands," The Doll took a paper from his partner and handed it to Chimabell. "And that is not all. Please take a look at this."
Chimabell made a deep sigh and shakily took the paper, first checking it out upside down before lazily flipping it over. His eyes stung and burned as he strained his vision. His brain cells were melting as well. He smiled cartoonishly and slurred "Issa paper with ledderers." Bella took it from him angrily and read it instead, Emily peeked a look at it. "Oh, dear me," Emily said without concern.
     On the paper was a photo-realistic sketch of a series of houses burning in fire. They recognized the area. "Those, my lords and ladies, are Neighborhood houses that were nestled in the far east lanes of the district. Two occupants of the homes were engulfed in the flames while many other residents evacuated in time. They are due for questioning tomorrow morning and are now being held in the prisons so we could make sure that no word goes out about this. The heavy rains have ceased the fires as well as the scent of it all, but we cannot guarantee that there are no other witnesses."
    "Jesus… who would do something like this?" Bella wondered out loud. Then another paper was passed to him.
    "Here's a guess, my lord."
The photo sketch was drawn from high above; one of the scene but from a bird's eye view: SOON!! - LOVE, SOPHIA was written in the flames. Bella got a headache from staring at it and he rubbed his forehead, rasping "Sophia..."
     Something broke his concentration; the sound of jingles. All eyes looked at the mayor who was tapping his silver ears with his talons, making a funny sound come out of his smile. His brother's eyes made a snake-like leer and he growled lowly with a tone of warning as his expression tensed "I'm going to have to hurt you..."
     Then Chimabell giggled sweetly and cut the habit out, though not because Bella told him to. He did it to rub his throbbing eyes again.
    "That's nothing compared to this, sir." Another paper was given and the attorney made a heavy sigh, taking the paper in between his talons to analyze it. Then he made a great flinch and a grimace. "Oh God…!"
It was a sketch of a corpse, bloody and skewered in a dark alleyway with more bloody letters written above its head: HaHAhAHahaHahAhHAha~! U can't catch me, u stupid freaks! U will NEVER catch me! I will kill you all! –Love, Sophia. It was gruesome even for Bella to take in. Emily and Emmy were not affected but they did look on in surprise. "We took the body to inspect along with the Emcee Razz Matazz."
     "And would you mind telling me for what reason are you inspecting the bloody corpses?"
     Both officers sighed heavily. "We have inspected the Emcee's wound and the area where he was murdered. There were no footprints."
     "Humans can't fly nor glide but they really are cunning. The little monster must have covered up her tracks somehow someway. Humans can do ANYTHING when it comes to destruction, we all know."  
Tammy was still as stone, hearing everything they were saying. Chimabell's attention was slowly being caught.
    "Anything else going on in this hellhole that none of those peasants out there know about?"
    "Afraid so."
    "Swell."
    "We found this in the same alley we found the second corpse. This was found nailed to the back wall of a restaurant." Then the Doll gave a poster to Bella.
That's when his mouth dropped.
     "What is this!?" he screamed, jumping up and staring at the poster. It was one of Wonka's posters. That one spelled out in grand letters FEARFUL LIES ARE BEING TOLD! DOWN WITH THE VON PYRES!! The older von Pyre's teeth clenched and a demonic growl made its way through his throat. "Wonka… of all the rotten tricks!" and he ripped the poster to shreds.
    "And there are more around the city. We have collected what we could, but we are unsure where the posters were placed exactly or how many there are."
     "Then the damn rain could wash them out!"
     "Nugatory. The paper is made of candle-wax plastic. No rain could damage it."
     Bella, as sweetly feminine as he looked, made a contorted face of rage. "They KNEW this would happen!"
     "Huh. Sounds like quite a commotion going on out there, then," Emily said, taking a tea cup from Tammy and drinking it softly. Bella was terribly tense. Emmy was lying on the couch now, whistling. Chimabell rubbed his blinded eyes painfully while mumbling something about Sophia.
     There was an uncomfortable silence in the room as Bella asked for more information the officers were storing. You will never understand how irritated he was upon hearing a positive response. "Sirs, we have seen the human escape the theater and Zero was with her."
     "GAAAAH!!" Chimabell let out a startling screech that got every single being in the room to give off a violent flinch. The mayor grabbed at his heart and began to fidget like some maniacal worm. All eyes were on him. "ZERO!!" he swaggered off the floor and hugged the arms of the black leather sofa, slurring with an uneven look on his pale face. "Y-yuh ne'er said the Zero w-was there! I-I hates that stupid-th-that stupid GUY!!" Then he began to hit his head against the arm of the couch, chanting and repeating the word "traitor" to himself as his ears gave off a collection of chimes, getting the rain outside to strengthen.
     The Dolls had a right to ignore their lord for he was speaking out of the truthfulness in his heart but through the intoxicated aura he indulged himself in. "Accompanying her was the sun conjurer."
    "The sun conjurer?" Bella gasped quietly. "What? Wait." He pondered to himself as he dived into his nostalgia. "Pendulum Tim was his name... or something like that." Then he made a low snarl as the Moonsick's simply looked at him silently. "Of course. The bastard is rebelling against us as an act of self-vengeance. I knew we should have murdered him while we had the chance. I'll be sure to have the guillotine ready for him."
    "And there was a woman with them as well but we doubt that she was of any recognizable importance. She looked more like a lunatic than a rebellious criminal."
     "Any sign of Campara?"
     "None whatsoever. We are sorry, my lord."
The rain outside intensified and thunder roared throughout the snowy city of Decembersville, making the night all the more grim and dark. The sound of hail began to shatter onto the main window of the grand lair and yet the fireworks blasted off from a distance. That was the perfect atmosphere to describe the seriousness surrounding the band of aristocrats and their servants. The green candle-light blew out and all that was left to dim up the room were the tiny city glimmers outside the window and the shears of lightning as well. Emily's brooding, sophisticated silhouette formed against the light outside as she took a sip of her tea. She could hear Emmy's shallow breathing as she sat on the floor, awaiting the sound of thunder. "Sophia has escaped the claws of the vultures once more," the eldest Moonsick monotonously said with a grand level of deepness. "How unfortunate, especially for the young blood that has the very duty of informing the Meowsician."
The von Pyres' coldness that festered within their bodies evolved into a tremendous skeleton of ice, freezing their veins and their hearts as well. A cloud of fear casted over the two. There was a long, fruitless silence. "Tammy," Bella's deep-seated tone slithered through the darkness. The doll officer made a small moan in response. Another long silence. "Find Sophia; alive. Find Wonka; kill him. Search the Emptylands if you must. Just get out." And there was no more to that. Obediently, Tammy made a weak bow and exited the room slowly. The other Doll officers were dismissed afterwards.
     "Oh dear, it so seems that my comment has rained down on your moods." Emily got up from the couch and drank the last of the tea. "At least tell me that the Decembersville Opera is still tonight. I have been preparing for it." The aristocrat in drag responded to her with a small nod. "Good. I suggest you leave some of that adorable feminine mascara on your face and get yourself prepared as well. Come, Emmy." Emmy hopped off the dark carpet, demented smile stretching through the darkness. "We shall be taking our leave. Good luck with the Meowsician, von Pyres. We shall be seeing the two of you at the Opera House tonight at 9."
     As the sisters began to take their leave, Bella whispered over to them "We invited Rafe, you know." Emily span in place, horror in her hollow eyes that did not fail to get the attorney's mouth to stretch into a tiny grin.
     "No…" she rasped lowly, shaking her head. Then she pointed "You can NOT do such a thing to me, von Pyre. Not to me!"
     "If I am going to maintain some make-up and that thing on the couch is going to be drunk, then I think we'd be equal if we allowed your hated stalker to enter the Opera House."
    "I will waltz on your grave, von Pyre!" Emily growled, turning around to storm off with Emmy by her side. Only the vultures knew the Moonsick's weakness. There was nothing worst for the eldest than to have her lovesick stalker blab and flirt with her all night.
     The sisters left and the only ones occupying the tremendous room were the two brothers. Bella brushed some of the childish glee he had limitedly summoned and he glowered. Then he sat down again, putting his hand to his forehead as he sighed deeply. His head was heavy with so many thoughts: Wonka's posters, Sophia, the murders, the Meowsician, Sophia, his missing relative, Opera, Sophia, the rebels, the scheme, humans, his brother. Everything just made his head heavier and he grimaced. Another batch of thunder sounded in the night. "Rest up then get ready," the eldest brother cut the air with his gruff tone, turning to see his brother still on the floor, sitting in a slumped manner as he held the arm of the couch close to him, looking tired and lost and totally clueless. Bella got up and began to walk to the far right end of the room where the grand stairs were nestled. He spoke quietly "We have an opera to attend in a few hours. Get back into your annoying mood to keep things low." He was quiet for a second or two. "No need to tell the Meowsician yet. Keep it steady." After another ring of stillness between the two, Bella left his brother to fend for himself against his own little thoughts.
     Chimabell was all alone downstairs, vileness enriched in his eyes. His brain was not processing much and everything between his brother and the Moonsick's were ignored by him. Drunk and lonely, only one thing crossed his mind during that hour. Only one thing was lodged deep into his thoughts even when he was intoxicated. He brought his talons up to his burning eyes and he slurred with such disoriented confusion and bemused longing "Oh Sophia…" Thunder rumbled outside in the dark night. He moaned again, more quietly; wanting desperately for something he feared as he dug his pale face into his thin hands, cold and ill. "Sophia…"

    "Awww, that really stinks for you, dude!" Darkchovi whined into the eccentric phone. He squirmed out of his seat and leaned over to hold himself off the desk with his left hand. "Really bad news about the theater. Sophia really got away? Not a scratch?" He laughed followed by a series of giggles. "That adventurer was born under a lucky star to escape that miserable tyrant again." He got response back and he made a tiny gasp. "W-wha-!? Don't talk like it's my fault about the theater thing! I'm the one who is helping you out!" He made the face of a kid as if he was found stealing cookies from a cookie jar when an angry voice slithered from the phone. Darkchovi complained "Aw, come on, boss."
     Burnsy made a loud meow and climbed aboard his master's back, lying over his shoulder like the fat lazy cat he was, shedding hair on his dark coat again. Darkchovi petted his best friend as he casually heard and spoke over the phone. Then he made a tsk and talked back. "The kid is getting framed and that there is pretty major. She's already got a bunch of fingers pointed at her, so you know." He listened closely with a bright smile. "Yeah, yeah. I know. Pretty crazy stuff is going on and I'm being 'lazy'. I technically brought the kid to you, y'know!" Then he made an annoyed face as if he's been hearing the same reply over a hundred times. "I KNOW that! Okay! So-rry. When did you become such a sour lemon? We are big buds. No need to go from sugar-highly funny to mean and bullyish in a heartbeat!" Burnsy meowed loudly in his ear and he shooed him off. "Tonight!?" Darkchovi suddenly made a leap and jumped atop his occupied desk of paint and stone cats. "Uh, can we PLEASE do it next week? Do you even know what time it is? I have to decorate the place for the Pre-Opera tonight, dude." The voice on the other end muttered and hissed, getting Darkchovi's face to pout. "You have a really nasty attitude during some tight situations, you know that? I have some medicine to calm you down with that little problem." His expression perked. "Whoops! Speak o' the devil." He reached into his coat and pulled out his medicine, taking a gulp at it before screwing the top back on and stuffing it back in.
     "Thanks for reminding me, but I'm still mad at you about the entire 'tonight' stuff. We are going to get in BIG trouble and I'm going to blame you all the way for jumping at me at the last minute about this stuff." He listened carefully and his smile returned. "Oh really? The vulture's haven't a clue? Phew! Okay. That is okay with me. I owe you, boss." There was silence. "Hello?" The caller hung up. "Tsk. Doesn't anybody say 'goodbye' anymore? I mean… jeez!"
Darkchovi hung up the phone and hopped off his desk, landing on his roller blades and turning to dig through his desk drawer. "This is it, Burnsy." The cat boringly looked up at his master and made a low purr. "The moment we've all been waiting for." He pulled a pirated Doll gun out of his drawer (one he illicitly purchased from the Underesidence). Then his happy smile turned into a long, thin line of rather dark amusement. "Everything draws its curtains. In a few hours everything will come to a finale." He cocked the Doll weapon, holding it to his head in a joking manner. "It all ends tonight, my dear friend." Then he began to laugh cutely at the great mischief he was going to cause later on that night that was going to help save the city; his people.
Burnsy made a long, wretched meow as the storm brewed outside. He and his master laughed together...
… one last time.
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You see why I was postponing this? Cuz... this chapter is just... ugh. I'm going to stay up all night knowing that I dared to post this thing up. :unimpressed:
Oh well ^^ :D Every amateur all-for-fun wannabe writer hits chapters like these from time to time :heart: YEAH BABY!!

Okay. NEVER give Chimabell alcohol because he becomes an ultra annoying drunk that spews whatever crap he could conjure up ^^ :giggle: As you can see, Bella (who is cross-dressing adorably in here) is more like Chima's third eye, making sure everything goes swell when in truth everything is falling down on em.

This chapter was made in order to avert from the big things going on at Kallavient Carnival to make things mellow at the moment until we see how Sophia and Mellon are doing. :love: In other words, this chapter is to calm things down a bit until more big action that is gonna happen.
:giggle:

Wow. For some reason I am in love with Darkchovi. I don't draw him a lot and all that, but I just love him and his jolly tone when speaking. :D
Yes. His "medicine" is actually a bit important to his character. Liiikkeee let's ask what would happen if he didn't drink it? :dead:

*sigh* Burnsy is a fat cat. Damn him, the lazy furry creep.

I liked the few humorous parts I put in here because it averts from all the pessimism that has been going on. I swore that I'd randomly write out two idiot Doll officers arguing with each other and I did it. Wow, I'm stupid.
:D
Well, the brothers (or at least one of them) got the news about the framing and so they are going to have to explain it to the Meowsician.
And the Meowsician is going to have a terribly grim response to it all. :fear:

Even when drunk and partially unaware of the info he obtained, Chima is still going all ":cries::heart::cries:" over Sophia. He wants that "feeling" again though it frightens him as well. He has no clue what to feel or think about her anymore.

YES!! THEY ARE FINALLY GOING TO THE OPERA!! Oh my god, the greatest chapter EVER is going to take place during that setting! I can't wait to get to it!!!! :excited: It's going to be exciting and fun and wild, I'll tell you that much.

PLEASE tell me this, guys. What should the next chapter be about? Merry finding out that he was tricked by Sophia or what's happening with Mellon and Sophia right now?
Either/or, they are going to be crazy chapters.

Thank you for all the support, dudes!! :excited:
I love you all!!!

PS: That's right, :iconphantomsbride93:! Your dear Rafe is going to temporarily annoy the HELL out of your darling Emily Moonsick at the opera :rofl:

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Who's Azzi? And why is Bella wearing a dress? Did he make a bet or something?