Thread: Fucked Up Fairy Tales (danidoo88 and Mr Quixotic)

Who is it, Papa? The larger of the two, Rupert pushed through the door ahead of his brother. That allowed space for Teddy to enter. His eyes widened to the size of saucers when he spotted the golden-haired girl laying in Paddingtons bed. Is it? His jaw dropped and pure wonder lit up his features. With arms folded across his chest and staring at the intruder, Papa missed his sons excitement. When her eyes flickered open and her lips parted to speak, he arched a brow in question. Hello, Grandma. What the heck? Papa blinked twice in confusion, then twice again, unsure hed heard her correctly. Grandma? By the time hed established that he had, the girl had shifted in the bed and drew Papas attention to her dishevelled state. Concerns about the invader being a thief receded. She appeared frightened, unkempt, hungry and as if she was on the run from someone. After three failed attempts, Teddy stuttered his question out, Is it Cinderella? Thwack. Ouch, what was that for? Teddy rubbed his scalp. Cinderella. You moron! Do I look like an ugly stepsister? Rupert smacked him a second time for good measure, then turned to his Father. Its Sleeping Beauty, isnt it Dad? Now he thinks hes a fucking Prince, his younger brother muttered, still massaging his sore head. Language, son. Sorry, Papa. Its neither. If you boys can shut your traps for three seconds, well find out who she is. Our guest is trying to talk. While Paddington refocused on their visitor, the chastened boys stood silent. Though that didnt stop their gazes from drifting as the trespasser sat up, exposing naked skin. Friends once more, they exchanged grins and ogled her cleavage. Sympathy overcame Papa when he sighted the torn wedding dress and she must have realised the show she was providing the trio of men. She drew the sheets up to cover herself and moved to her feet, all the while telling her tale. Papa met her gaze and shook his head, Tell the truth, honey. Its okay. A child wouldnt believe the Grandma story. He reached out to comfort her with a pat on the shoulder, but before he could, the boys giggled at a shared joke and Paddington instead pirouetted to glare at Teddy and Rupert. Their quiet obedience could only last so long. Distracted, the next Paddington knew, bedding struck him in the face, obscuring his vision, and a whoosh of air brushed past. The girl fled. Well get her, Papa. After tearing the blankets away and tossing them aside, he saw Rupert dive through the open window, curled up in a ball, somersault onto the grass and spring to his feet outside. Teddy followed behind him. Paddington used the front door and exited as the boys raced into the forest in pursuit of the young woman. Twigs crackled, branches snapped and forest animals chirped and barked at the noise they made. He cupped his hands to his mouth, using them as a microphone, Dont scare the poor thing. Deep into the treeline, the foliage became denser and Rupert tugged at Teddys arm, jerking him to a halt. Finger pressed to his lips, he urged his sibling to remain silent and listened for the telltale sounds of the girls traipse through the undergrowth. Lets split up and flank her. Meanwhile, Paddington Bear, gauging her speed and direction, cut a diagonal path to take up a position in front of the girl and hid behind the trunk of an oak tree. A short while later, he glimpsed her, barefooted and tattered dress flapping in the breeze, headed straight for him. Papa waited until she closed to within twenty feet before he revealed himself. Rupert and Teddy crept up on either side. Stop. Hands held up with palms outwards in a gesture of conciliation, Paddington kept his voice low and soft attempting to appear as non-threatening as a Bear could be. I mean no harm, and if youre in trouble, maybe we can help. Come on back to the cottage. These woods are perilous for a woman all alone. Last edited Jan 11, 2019