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thesilliestofgals · 8 months

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Alright so I FINALLY got the motivation to post this: now sit back and buckle in, because

The Rosabella Beast and Blondie Lockes Sequel Arc: Part 1

(Addendum: If you're new, please read this post, which is the first arc before this one!)

This sequel arc takes place either immediately after or awhile after the Blog Takedown Arc. Daring notices that RB and Blondie don't seem to really... have any friends- in fact, they don't even seem to friends with each other. So, he talks to RB about it. RB is quick to remind him of her trust issues, and the fact that the students don't even seem to like her- why should she step out of her comfort zone if she's just going to be back in it? She's happy just being with Daring... and Blondie- she struggles to admit that, but with some prodding from Daring, she does.

Daring is left.. perturbed and worried. Yes, he's already a fantastic friend, and he'd be more than happy to be her's and Blondie's only one, but... he knows that isn't healthy. Thankfully, he gets a solution to his dilemma: his dear sister Darling is having a get together with some of her own friends- a hexcellent opportunity for the two to open up! With some help from Dexter, he convinces Darling to invite the two.

Through grumbles of "hex this", and "major fairy-fall", they reluctantly attend. They quickly find out that perhaps Daring is wrong about this being a "hexcellent opportunity", because when they walk into the room, Duchess, along with Raven, Apple, Duchess, Ashlynn, Cerise, and Briar (number of people subject to change) are there. The same girls who'd been trying to figure out who the blog runners were. Hex it all.

Because of RB's already established "Beauty" persona, she has an easy chatting the others up, much better than Blondie does... for awhile. Then Cedar comes by to visit, and then the air... changes. RB's smile seems... forced. Her eyes, usually wide and bright, are now narrowed, the light sharper, more dangerous, like a predator's. It's... off-putting, even for Blondie. She's seem RB angry before- like when she discovered a particularly disgusting secret, or like when they found out about the blog being investigated, but this anger... it was different- it wasn't anger- it's hatred. A visceral loathing. And that scares the rookie reporter.

Eventually, the conversation circles towards in on the blog. Everyone voices how relieved they are that it's no longer up. Cedar mentions that she's glad, too- sometimes, secrets are secrets for a reason- for better or worse.

RB snorts, and that metaphorical mask is ripped right off her face. That's rich, she blurts out, sneering, coming from you. Everyone's shocked. They've never seen RB with such unnatural features- an angry snarl, eyes dark, her voice sharp like broken glass. Cedar wonders aloud if RB is referring to her truth curse. RB barks out a bitter laugh. She really doesn't remember? Of course she doesn't.

The air is becoming thick with tension. Blondie looks like she's about to make an emergency exit via the window. RB can feel an all too familiar feeling under her skin. Just like whenever she was writing a new callout post, the beast wants out.

She asks Cedar if she really doesn't remember- or if she's playing dumb to save face. Everyone is too stunned to come to Cedar's defense. In a quick movement, Rosabella's Beast form is on full display. She gets right Cedar's face.

Does this ring any bells?

The room goes dead quiet. The air is suffocating. RB looms over the wooden girl. Her mouth is wide in a saccharine, hysterical smile, filled with sharp fangs and teeth. Her claws tearing right through the fabric of Cedar's dress and digging into the wood of her shoulders, leaving indents.

Look at me, Cedar. Look at me, and try to tell me you don't remember.

The silence is disturbed as Cedar lifts her head, just a fraction to meet RB's eyes.

Finally, the puppet girl speaks. Please, stop, she pleads, her voice just above a whisper, you're scaring me.

RB stops. She stares for a moment. Something flickers behind that veil of loathing and rage in her eyes. She releases Cedar, takes a few steps back, and darts out of the room.

End of Part 1.

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thesilliestofgals · 4 months

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Ok silly little people in my computer, "yes" won for a Rosabella Beast drabble poll so, I started writing... and it ended up way past 100 words.

Oops.

I hope it's enjoyable! I'm not totally satisfied with it, but I took my best shot! A little warning: The characters that appear will likely be OOC!

And also, a quick note: if you've stumbled upon this and have absolutely no clue who or what Rosabella Beast is, I suggest checking out my rosabella beast tag, or my hypothetical eah rewrite tag! If you do, however, be careful, as there are spoilers within those tags!

Now on with the story!

Rosabella was all too familiar with the phrase don't judge a book by it's cover. It'd been implanted by her mother before she was conscious enough to understand what was being said to her. She'd made the mistake of not listening to that advice, and she'd paid dearly for it. Since then, Rosabella had held that as her mantra, swearing to never make such a foolish mistake again.

Now, as Blondie Lockes stood in her doorway, she couldn't help but wonder if she was going to just that. Rosabella hated to admit it, but Blondie was one of the few people she couldn't read. Even when peering over her glasses, the big haired girl's colors were constantly changing and melding together. That frustrated her to no end.

Her anxious and angry musings to herself were broken by Blondie giving her a smile, one that didn't quite meet her eyes. "Can I come in?", she asked, but it didn't really sounds like a request- more like a demand. Narrowing her eyes, Rosabella stepped aside, allowing her entry.

She slammed the door shut, turning to face the blonde as she surveyed the dorm. Taking a deep breath, Rosabella replied to Blondie's question with her own, being sure to lace it with extra sweetness. "How can I help you, Blondie?"

The other girl rolled her eyes and scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. "Oh, drop the act," she huffed, "you don't need to be a Beauty here when it's just the two of us."

Rosabella's train of thought crashed and burned into a fiery grave as she gawked at the amateur reporter. What, she wanted to roar, are you talking about? But instead, she clasped her hands behind her back and tilted her head slightly. "Whatever-after do you mean, Blondie?" she asked through gritted fangs.

Blondie smiled again, and this time, Rosabella felt a genuine twinge of... discomfort. The blonde seemed to staring her down like a predator with prey. Ironic, Rosabella mused, considering my heritage.

"I've been watching you," Blondie began, as if that wasn't the most creepiest thing someone could say to someone else. "and you may have everyone fooled, but not me. I see that look in your eyes, when you're talking to any of the Royals... or even some of the Rebels. Anger and disgust, like you know something about them that nobody else does. I was also about to figure out your own little secret, but I must admit, you're fairy good at hiding it."

Rosabella's stomach dropped. "Hiding what?" she all but snarled. The amateur reporter giggled behind her hand. "The fact that your destiny calls for you to be the Beast, of course!"

She couldn't take it anymore. Her self control snapped, and she lunged, feeling her human form give way to what had been carefully hidden away underneath. With powerful, clawed paws grasping her shoulders, Blondie was pinned against the farthest wall. Rosabella curled her lips back, showing off the fangs Blondie had remarked about. "What in Ever After do you want, Lockes?" Rosabella rumbled, tail lashing behind her, "Tell me, or you might have to put your stupid little podcast on an indefinite hiatus!" Her voice rose to a fever pitch, and she could feel the fabric of Blondie's sleeves begin to tear.

Impressively, Blondie remained physically unbothered, but her aura told a different story. A quick flash of fear- but before Rosabella could sink her teeth into that, the confidence quickly won out. "I don't need to be bribed," the blonde scoffed, lifting her chin, "I came to you with a proposition."

Rosabella arched her brow at that, and with great reluctance, released her and crossed her now-furry arms. "A proposition?" she grumbled, shoving the beast back in her cage and pulling the beauty from her prison. That was... a surprise. Rosabella hated surprises. "I'm listening," she growled, "but don't dawdle."

Blondie observed the transformation with a hum, the corners of her lips curling upwards. At Rosabella's demand, the blonde rolled her eyes. "Yes," she huffed, brushing a loose curl behind her shoulder, "I have a feeling that you and I both have very similar desires. I'm always searching for the next scoop of truth, and while you don't always show it, you're quite the... humanitarian.

I think we'd make quite the good team, you and I. Nobody can bear being five feet in my vicinity, but with you? You just be the Beauty, and everyone's spilling their guts to you. Am I wrong?" Rosabella cursed to herself. Blondie was like a nagging gnat in everyone's ear, but she could be quite observant if someone didn't know she was around, or let their guard down.

"...Not exactly, no." The brunette grumbled, eyeing her over the lenses of her glasses. Blondie's mouth split into another unnerving grin, and she clapped her hands. "That brings me to my proposition: you and I could work together. We could reveal everyone's dirty secrets, you know? Dust off all the skeletons stored away in those musty closets and display them for the world to see. Not for entertainment, no- for justice. I'm sure some people have some skeletons stored away that they would kill to keep hidden just because of how sensitive those secrets could be! And that's just not right, is it?"

Rosabella pursed her lips in thought. Blondie was crass about it, but... she had a little bit of a point. She could see some particularly nasty auras in passing conversations sometimes, camouflaging particularly nasty nuggets of information. It would be gratifying to see those sinister and secretive students get their just deserts.

"What's in it for you, though?" Rosabella hummed. The amateur reporter flipped a strand of hair again. "I'm a reporter- or a journalist, whatever after you want to call me. It's my narrative given duty to gather details and deliver these to the public in a fair and unbiased perspective!" She said this with a dramatic flare, waving her hands about. "Also, I like seeing people squirm. So, what do you say?"

Rosabella stood as still as one of the statues in her mother's garden, thinking. Don't judge a book by it's cover. She squinted, looking down through her glasses. Once again, she was met with a murky, swirling mess of colors. Working her jaw, she pushed them back up. "Okay," she rasped, stepping closer to the other girl again. "let's do it." She held out a hand, and Blondie firmly grasped it. Quickly, Rosabella pulled her close. "But I swear to Grimm," she sneered, "if you even try to stab me in the back in any way, shape, or form, you'll regret even knowing my name. Understood?"

Blondie's grip tightened, and she nodded. Huffing, Rosabella pulled away, releasing her hand. "So," she asked with an arched brow, "do you have any actual idea on how exactly we'll work together?" Blondie's eyes gleamed, and she pulled out her Mirrorpad from her messenger bag.

"Oh, I do." She tapped at the screen a few times before handing it over to the brunette, and as Rosabella scanned over what she'd been given, she realized that she had indeed made the same mistake as she had years ago, but this time, under completely different circumstances.

But maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't regret this.

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