Once upon a nightmare, in a land where dreams turn sour, something wicked this way ventured, by the stroke of midnight hour. The fairy folk we know and love, are nowhere to be found, for something has been hunting them, their blood upon the ground.
Survivors of this spate of death, decide the time hath come, to assemble all to gather arms, and hunt the hunter down. One by one the fairy tales, the names we know so well, slaughtered by an unknown hand, enchantment gone to hell.
In spite of all their valour, for the most were far too late, the fairy folk were victims, of a gruesome grizzly fate. Soon the brave survivors, made a list of all they could, yet of all the names they gathered, where on earth was Ms Red Riding Hood?
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It all began on a mid summers night with a fire that burned the house of Geppetto the carpenter to the ground. His only son Pinocchio, a wooden doll he made with his own skilled hands to become the child he never had, was chopped into pieces and used to kindle the flames. The three little piggies were roasted in their own juices, while the three blind mice were silenced once and for all with their heads placed in a wire trap. Rapunzel didn’t answer her lovers call to let down her hair, for her scalp had been torn from her skull and her throat cut from ear to ear. Hansel and Gretel were hanging from a tree in the middle of the woods, their bellies cut wide open and their guts spilled out beneath them. Snow White didn’t receive the kiss from her one true love; instead the lips that touched her flesh left a hole in her throat from which her blood was heartily consumed. The seven little dwarves were sealed into the mine as the roof was caused to collapse on top of them. The wicked witch was found spit roasted with the big red apple stuffed into her mouth. The beauty who tamed the beast was somehow burned at the stake, and her beastly lover she worked so hard to tame, was impaled on spear beside her. The Gingerbread Man was crumpled into crumbs, Cinderella was kidnapped and has never been seen or heard of again, the Fairy Godmother was stabbed to death by the shards of the shattered glass slipper, Elves across the land were lined up and shot with an arrow through the heart, princesses were executed in a variety of inventively violent ways while the princes they loved were dismembered and left to bleed out. Even the ogres met a similar fate as did the goblins, fairies and creatures of the enchanted forest.
Everywhere the magical fairy folk were systematically rendered nearly extinct by this mysterious assailant, but of them all, both good bad and even downright evil, only one remained unheard of whilst the massacre took place. “Has anyone seen Red Riding Hood?” they pondered. No one could say they had, so they went to find her Grandmother to see if she was alright. Her Grandmother’s house seemed peaceful enough until they knocked on the front door. The only occupants of this sweet old ladies house were the swarm of flies that pestered the visitors. The horrors they observed inside the old lady’s cottage was far beyond what they could ever dare to imagine, and still no sign of the plucky young Red Riding Hood.
Several weeks of hunting and the little lady was finally located safe and sound in the middle of the enchanted forest, but instead of cheer and celebration that she was alive and well, she was captured and arrested, and held in a maximum security facility for the criminally insane until she was due to stand trial. For never before, not even in the darkest, grimmest fairy tale, had there ever been such an accumulation of gruesome crimes.
Upon the day of the trial the whole of the land, or rather what was left of them; was gathered to hear her excuses. For the most part she just stood there silent, calm and quite oblivious to the seriousness of the accusations against her whilst the judge read out a list of ill doings, written on a piece of parchment several meters in length. “DON’T YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY!!” demanded the judge.
“Not really,” she replied. “You see, dear old Grandmother told me all about the magic folk we live with. She even told me about the big bad wolf in the woods, you know, the one I was supposed to avoid by staying on the path.”
“And!”
“Turns out he’s quite a gentleman. And in spite of his reputation he knows exactly how to treat a woman. Boy does he know how to treat a woman. He was tall, dark and handsome, everything that I lust for in a man, and made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”
“But you killed your Grandmother!” called a woman from the crowd.
“She knew too much,” said Red, “She had to go.”
“What was this offer?” demanded the judge.
“You see, the big bad wolf is actually the Devil. He’s the one who gave all the magic to the people in this land, and nobody thanked him for it.”
“This is all nonsense!” came a cry from the audience.
“All he wanted,” continued Red, “was a little acknowledgement. Instead he was kicked aside and ignored, so, he decided he wanted the magic back. That’s where I came into it.”
“How!”
“Basically, in return for my eternal soul, and my innocence, every fairy folk I kill, I gain their magic. When I’m the last one standing I’ll be the most powerful person in all of never land.”
“…Then what!”
“We fuck, again, only this time he makes me his bride. Then I become the all powerful queen and we rule the land of nightmares together. Forever.”
“I SENTENCE YOU TO DEATH!”
“Oh, I needn’t bother if I were you. He is the Devil after all and knows all your dirty little secrets.”
The judge stood from his chair and placed a black cap upon his head. “Red Riding Hood,” he said in an ominous tone, “You are to be held in isolation under heavy guard until a suitable form of grisly execution can be decided upon to polish you off once and for all. And as for the big bad wolf, I order the formation of a militia to hunt the savage down and kill it on sight!”
Red simply laughed as the judgement was ruled. “Do you dare to mock my judgement!” bellowed the judge.
“Oh you foolish bunch of idiots,” she said, “do you really believe I did all the murdering myself?”
“What!”
“I couldn’t possibly have done all that.”
“But you said that-“
“I know what I said. Right now I need to complete my mission to kill the remaining fairy folk before the midsummer moon.”
“But that’s tonight.”
“Exactly. This trial was part of my plan to gather the rest of the people of never land into one place. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some slaughtering to do.”
The fairy folk were so enthralled with the court case that they didn’t notice the enormous pack of wolves creeping up around them. By the light of the full moon that very night the stream that trickled through the town was red with the blood of the remaining unfortunates.
And thus the land of fairy tales and dreams was turned into the land of nightmares and darkness. Red Riding Hood went on to become the Queen of un-enchantment, proving once and for all that not all stories end well with a happy conclusion. And why should they. Sometimes it’s good when the bad guys win.
Unpleasant nightmares.
Welcome to my madness. 