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Of Evil Laughs and Sisters

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Of Evil Laughs and Evil Sisters

Prince Iskah Ashcroft was strolling to the stadium exit when he heard two men's voices in a room off the hallway. He passed them by easily, but his ears perked up when he caught a line of their conversation.

"Yeah, that guy in the royal suite. You know him?"

He stopped to listen, frowning slightly.

"Who?" the other man asked lamely.

"You know, the short one. With heels." The man laughed briefly.

His frown deepened and he crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently. The aforementioned high heels clicked loudly on the stone floor, but the two men did not notice the sound.

"Oh, yeah, him! The one who looks like everybody kicked his puppy or something. Go on," he replied, sounding interested.

"Well, I heard him laughing earlier. And not just any laugh. It sounded like a drugged up weasel imitating a woodchuck."

There was a brief pause. Outside, Iskah stood, fuming, silently daring the man to insult him any further. Don't they realize who they're mouthing off about? Even if they don't know I'm the Prince of Purgatory, they have no reason to be so rude to nobility... They have no respect! Then-

"That deranged, huh? What was he doing?"

"I think he was trying to laugh evilly," the first man replied seriously with a nod.

"Laugh evilly?" Confusion colored his voice.

"Yeah, you know," the man snickered. "Like in those old stories, where the bad guys pull of a huge Laugh of Villainy every time their plans are succeeding or the hero's been captured or something. I think the guy was trying to do it, but..."

"He sucked," the second man supplied in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Yeah, let's go with that." They both laughed and moved on, their voices growing fainter.

Iskah didn't follow, ears ringing with fury. An all too vivid memory flashed into his mind's eye...

~~~

"Hey Iskie, whatcha doing?" the chubby-cheeked five-year-old Princess Jarah of Purgatory asked her brother, hanging upside down over the arm of the sofa to watch him with narrow eyes.

Iskah puffed his little chest out proudly, leaning back to show off his toy battlefield. "I'm a Bad Guy," he said, carefully pronouncing the capitals, "and I've cap-choored the hero!"

Jarah's eyes lit up mischievously. She flipped to her stomach and sat up, back straightening with evil intent. "Hey, little brother," she sang, a sure sign whatever she was about to say wasn't going to be anything good.

Iskah looked up from his toys, annoyed at being interrupted again. "What?" he asked crossly.

"Wanna learn how to laugh evilly?" she asked, looking as devious as a five-year-old princess could.

He frowned, miniature eyebrows dancing in confusion, but remained completely oblivious to her dishonorable intentions. "Laugh evilly? There's a way to laugh evilly?"

His sister snickered in response. "Of course there is, silly! You know, like all of the villains do in the stories. They rub their hands together, smile really big, and do a Laugh of Villainy," she explained, also taking care to pronounce the capitals. "Then they either twist the ends of their mush-tashes or throw their hands to the air. That's how it's done," she said, nodding importantly.

Iskah's eyes were wide. "I wanna know! Teach me!"

Jarah's eyes lit with an almost unholy glee. "Pay close attention, I'll only tell you once."

"Okay!" he agreed obliviously with a trusting nod.

"Alright, so you begin with a sound like this..."

In the hallway outside the children's playroom, a passing nurse stopped dead at a sound very reminiscent of a dying donkey coming from inside. Her expression became utterly perplexed, unable to even guess why such a horrible sound was coming from inside the castle. She poked her head into the room and saw nothing but the princess and prince, sitting and talking very seriously. Confused, she shook her head and went on her way, inwardly wondering if she should have her hearing checked.

~~~

"JAAARAAAAH!" he howled.
And a very merry Christmas to Ini! :D Hope you like it!

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XDDDDD All from that one (little) panel! Everyone always gossips about poor Iskah, but honestly he sets himself up for it! :iconbrickd-plz:. Poor Prince ShortiePants.

But this was so entertaining! :iconiskahraepface: I died at wittle(r) Iskie's "and I've cap-choored the hero!"

:love: Thank you very much! I really love it! :hug::glomp::la:


:iconiskahraepface::iconsaysplz:Hehehehehehehehehehehehe