Chapter Text
I chapter
Imprisoned
- GET UP!
In an instant, "Abracatraz" Fairy World maximum security prison's second floor hall's lights flicked in full white and lighted all the cells of various creatures: from anti-fairies to garden gnomes, somewhere you could even see some anti-pixies.
Jorgen walked down the corridor, with some of other security fairies, and murmured something under his breath before stopping next to a glass wall of one cell and barking up another command:
- GET UP, DANG IT!- I don't have all day, today's the mail for you and I wanna get it over with,- Jorgen squinted and spat,- you parasites, I'm surprised someone is even sending something to you.
There disoriented voices were heard, discontented murmurs and hisses of anger and tiredness.
- Do y'a need to yell right above me, jarhead?!- a voice from the cell next to a glassed one, was heard. A shrill, thick Southern accent belonged to a female anti-fairy, that was tilted as "Anti-Cosmo's wife", "the queen of Anti-Fairy world", "her Majesty" and much of other aliases... But she wanted to be called just by her name- Anti-Wanda Anti-Fairywinkle-Anti-Cosma. All those statuses and formalities sometimes freaked her out.
Female anti-fairy yawned, stretched and looked at the Head Fairy with pure hatred.
Jorgen rolled his eyes and looked at the glass covered cell.
- Shut it, anti-fairy,- he got out some letters out of his military jacket,- I'm here to give you those.
Red eyes suddenly glowed in the darkness of the cell, making their way to the front of it. The light touched the dark figure, it's eyes appeared to be a bright emerald shade of green, an oval-shaped monocle adorned one of the green eye's. As the light fully embraced the figure and showed it's dark green-blue locks of hair and micheviuos smirk, you could recognize the king of Anti-Fairy world, "great criminal mastermind", "vampire of magic world" and a lot of other nicknames's you could remember he was known by, but all in all, he preferred to be called just Anti-Cosmo Anti-Cosma.
- Hello, Jorgen. How are you today?- a high pitched British accent was heard in the glassy cell,- whatcha got for us?
- You're starting to sound like your wife,- Jorgen mutered and narrowed his eyes at the anti-fairy,- I don't think you even deserve to see what's in those converts, especially after yesterday's incident.
- Well, I thought it was worth a shot, Friday the 13th after all,- Anti-Cosmo mused,- to rejoin our race, to cause havock in the Earth!- he stopped and closed his green eyes,- to see Foop...
Yes, they indeed tried to escape yesterday, on Friday the 13th. Every step, every second of an escape route was planned and discussed a hundred times with each of imprisoned anti-fairies, but... Unfortunately they were spotted by Jorgen, literally stopped at the very end of main prison door: they were scooped and trashed back to their cells in an agony and enormous snickers of Jorgen, who laughed at their "foolishness" and assured again, that no one will ever be able to escape "Abracatraz", yeah of course...
- Anyways, we checked those and they're safe,- he tossed two letters to Anti-Cosmo and one package to his spouse.
Anti-Cosmo looked at them and frowned, one was from his mother. Careless woman, male anti-fairy never really liked her, neither did she him. Yes, of course, he was incredibly thankful for food and roof above head. But she never really took care of him like any mother was supposed to, if we could except Anti-Schnozmo. Talking about his older brother, Anti-Cosmo never felt jealousy over the fact that he gets more attention from mother, until that fateful day when his father Papa Anti-Cosmo, the one and only one who really took care of him, was sent to the Land of Forgotten Souls. If his mother was careless and harsh, his father was light-hearted and cheerful. He was the one that the little Anti-Cosmo adored and loved so much. When his father was taken, he didn't know where to find his place in mind: he became more sullen and solitary, didn't like to be around much people and really struggled with anxiety. That was until he met his dimwitted beloved- Anti-Wanda. She showed him that kindness and love he wanted to see and feel again in his 16 year old mind. Eventually after some time, he once again regained his audacity and openness, with an understatement that he needs to go forward and stay strong, for his father, for Anti-Wanda, at least for his own stability.
Anti-Cosmo looked at his beloved with a warm smile. Where and who would he be if they hadn't met those thousands of years ago...
He decided that he will read the letter later and tossed it on the bed. He looked at another letter and smirked at the curly-crooked writing that said "To Father". Anti-Cosmo playfully rolled his eyes, oh that young offspring, the main reason he and Anti-Wanda intended to break out of prison. Since his wife and he were imprisoned, Foop was taken to Mama Anti-Cosma's, ONLY because Anti-Wanda asked her and ONLY because mother liked her more than her own son. At that moment, the prince of Anti-Fairy world was living at his grandma's currently around 2 months. Sometimes he wrote to them and Anti-Cosmo could see his improvement in writing and spelling. It was hard to push those words out of him, because in his opinion you needed to deserve it, but young father was always proud of his son, even when the young rascal whimpered into his ear about how Poof was better than him in class or: "Oh, father, why won't you let me into your study?!".
He ripped the convert with his sharp finger and got out a scribbled paper.
"Hello, father,
since I didn't write to you and mother for the last two weeks, I decided to do it now.
I'm living well and grandma is caring for me. Today's school was good and yesterday I've got A+ for my text about my family, I guess your lectures about correct spelling and vocabulary did something good! I don't think that I will be able to say it soon, but, thank you... Living with grandmother is fun, but I really miss you and mother.. My temper is short, get back before I decide to plan your escape myself!
Foop
P.S. grandmother promised to send you some biscuits!"
As Anti-Cosmo smiled warmly feeling proud of his little boy, he heard a light tapping on his glass wall.
- Cozzie, look a' those,- Anti-Wanda rolled into a tube some papers and showed them trough one of the holes in the glassy wall, in return Anti-Cosmo did the same.
The papers he was given, were poorly painted drawings of one incredulously tall figure with the shaggy blue hair and the big round monocle, next to him stood an apparently smaller cubic like figure with pointy ears, also there was another, a big taller, character with the swirly blue hair and a really big crooked smile. All of the figures got a bat like wings and crowns, one of them got a bowling hat, everyone got a big smiles on their faces. It was quite obviously, that there were Anti-Cosma's- their whole family. Foop often send some of his drawings he wanted to share with them and they always observed them with curiosity. Sometimes Anti-Wanda even joked that he could be an artist in Anti-Fairy world, and who knows, maybe in all of magic world.
Anti-Cosmo observed the masterpieces, when he heard a sniffle next to him. He immediately raised his head and looked at his wife, who's tears were threateningly coming out of her beautiful tourmaline eyes.
- Dear? What's the matter?- the king felt a little confused.
His spouse rubbed the tears out of her pink orbs and sniffed again:
- Nothin', don' worry. I just really miss him, Anti-Cosmo, it's just hits real hard, especially after yesterday's...
Oh, so that's what... Their spirits were especially rised yesterday, in hope to see Foop again and to stay away from this hell of a place. But after they were caught, all of the hopes and willings started to slowly fade away, even as they tried to keep them up. Anti-Cosmo tried not to think about his failures and mind up with another plan, especially since he learned that from Anti-Wanda, but now seeing his beloved crying in the cell next to his was just heart-crushing. He sighed and showed his hand trough the breathing hole by offering it to her.
- I'm sorry, Clarice. I can't assure you that everything will be alright, but I know that we won't stop trying, you hear me? We escaped it more than once earlier and we will escape now, that jarhead won't stop us. We will take Foop and once again live in our castle all together with no doubt and regrets.
Anti-Wanda sniffed once more with a tear going down her cheek and interlocked her fingers with his, wanting to believe that what he's saying is true. She never doubted her smart man, because he never let her down.
- I believe ya, thanks...- the queen slightly smiled and sighed with a bit of relief. She leaned on the glass wall, encouraging him to do the same, and looked at him,- I miss him, real hard. I really want to cuddle him, to sing him lullaby's, to play with him. Too bad for us...
Anti-Cosmo wished he could hug her and kiss all of her tears away, but for now he stayed satisfied with the interlocked hands.
One day they will be free and could roam around the world again.