Happily Never After II [Villains Win!]

Where dark woods hide secrets and mountains are fierce and bold
Deep waters hold reflections of times lost long ago
I will hear their every story, take hold of my own dream
Be as strong as the seas are stormy, and proud as an eagle's scream
I will ride, I will fly, chase the wind and touch the sky
I will fly, chase the wind and touch the sky

It was a long day, and shouting filled the air. At least the town was able to collectively laugh at Kuzco's death, with no one really taking it too seriously.

Neighbours turned against each other, and there was no consensus on who the culprit for Kuzco's cold-blooded murder was.

Early packs started forming around TheUndeniablyhandsomeSawsbuckFan, but he pushed them away by claiming he killed puppies. Everyone, impressed with such an amazing act of evil, looked away from TheUnderstandingSawsbuckFan and towards a host of other people.

Pairs began forming, chanting against who they wanted Prince Charming to kill. "It's Forever!" "Get rid of Salzorrah!" "We can't trust Bardothren!" A couple others were still adamant that TheUncleSawsbuckFan was evil (and not the good kind).

Prince Charming was confused, and got ready to play a game of Spin the Sword to decide who to kill, when the Spirit of Mushu seemed to rise from one of the onlookers. "It's EvilChameleon, kill him!"

Yzma, standing on the opposite end to the booming voice, clapped with glee.

Mesmerised by Eddie Murphy's silky smooth voice, Prince Charming raised his sword to the smirking EvilChameleon, slicing off his head and his beautiful locks of red hair. With the word 'Evil' in his name, was it any surprise he was a Princess?

EvilChameleon is dead. He was Merida.​

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No one fights like Gaston / I love crazy
Douses lights like Gaston / I was thinking the same thing!
In a wrestling match nobody bites like Gaston / Cos like
When I hunt, I sneak up with my quiver / I've been searching my whole life
And beasts of the field say a prayer / To find my own place
First I carefully aimed for the liver / And maybe it's the party talking
And I shot from behind, is that fair? / Or the chocolate fondue
I don't care / Love is an open door!

Gaston locked himself in his house and sighed. He had long given up on wooing Belle after she so fabulously rejected him. The only girl out there as beautiful as he, and she wanted nothing to do with him - it wasn't fair!

He looked at his war memorabilia and got ready to go outside when someone knocked faintly at his door and giggled. Confused, he got one of his guns readily and slowly opened up the door, only to see the second most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life.

He forgot about doing his rounds for the night, far too occupied with the mysterious beauty.

Yzma walked past Gaston's house and threw a potion through the window. Not long after, the mysterious girl screamed and fled the house, and a thud and a more menacing voice was heard inside.

Hans awoke with a fright and rushed to his dear friend's house, stopping in shock as he saw a decapitated llama in Gaston's bed, with no sign of the tall, dark, strong and handsome brute.

"Have an apple, sir."

Hans accepted without thinking, and dropped dead on the spot.

Ursula raised the alarm, and the town was thrown in disarray without their natural leader.

gimmepie is dead. He was Gaston.​

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