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“Ahem!” Lady Macbeth cleared her throat and nervously smiled, an uncharacteristic trait for her. “Thank you all for joining me today. I appreciate every single one of you deeply for making the journey.”
The room consisted of Macbeth, Macduff, Banquo and Scrooge, and they were currently sitting in the Cratchits humble abode.
Scrooge placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and smiled. “No problem, my lady. Please do start whenever you feel most comfortable.”
Bob Cratchit shivered at the uncanny sight. The man had just been threatening to sack him the day before, so what could have possibly happened overnight?!
“A-ah I’m sorry my lady!-“ he hesitantly spoke up, “but why must we specifically do this in my household?-“
“Silence!!” she spat out with a disgusted look. “I don’t want to hear the opinions of a lowly wretch like you.”
“…sorry?”
Scrooge frowned “Stop insulting my good fellow Bob! Bah humbug!”
He’s got you there mate.
“Anyways.” Banquo coughed out. “How come you’ve gathered us all here?”
“Well then!” she grinned proudly. Her hubris was showing. Which was her hamartia by the way.
“I’m coming out of the closet.”
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Dead silence.
“Um.” Bob sweats. “But we’re in the living roomoh okay sorry!-” he shrunk back down and whimpered, as Lady Macbeth rose to gave him a menacing glare.
She slumped down onto the battered sofa and sighed in frustration. “Just let me finish, why wont you?”
“In his defence you paused for a full 30 seconds, my lady-“
“SHUT IT Banquo,” she huffed out. ”This is why you’re dead and only exist through Macbeths gay- I mean guilt induced hallucinations!”
Macbeth gasped at her words and flushed a pretty pink. “Lady Macbeth stawpppp!~ (>//////<)” he squealed like a school girl, his hands flying up to cover his flustered face.
Banquo appeared unfazed on the outside, (slightly horrified, but unfazed nonetheless) but the way the tips of his ears grew pink didn’t escape the eyes of Lady Macbeth.
‘Faggots’ she smirked to herself. This was going to be way too easy.
“Would you like to continue, my lady?” Macduff languidly asked. She glanced back at the man, just to see him sending dirty looks towards Macbeth and Banquo. Oh yes, she nearly forgot.
Her last variable.
Now she wasn’t sure if Macduff was homophobic or not, but she had a sneaking suspicion that the nobleman fancied the late king. Oh well, she wasn’t going to concern herself with their doomed yaoi.
She closed her eyes, took a breathe in, and exhaled. Now she was fully relaxed.
She opened her eyes. “I’m coming out as…”
TO BE CONTINUED