Miss Anonymous
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WARNING: I've personally rated this PG due to violence and mild language. So please, read with caution. Enjoy!
Ziiip!
Brewster yanked the silver zipper to my costume up, and concealed it with the velcro fold-over.
"There ya' go, all set. Now, let's get this show on the road. It's about time for you, er I mean K.K., to go up.", announced the pigeon, adjusting his bowtie. He tucked his black skii mask into the pocket of his suit, and smoothed it out.
"You sure you wanna go through with this? I've had folks bail on me before, and I was hoping you wasn't one of them." I questioned, my voice muffled through my costume.
"Don't worry, I'm sure as ever." Brewster replied, extending his wing for me to shake. "Now, I'm gonna go in the cafe to set things up. You go backstage and prep for the performance." he said. And with that, he sauntered away to The Roost.
I watched him leave, and took a deep breath as I headed backstage. I pushed open the door, and made my way to the dressing room. Once I had got in and locked the door behind me, I plopped down on the trashy couch. I could feel the springs push against my bottom, as the piece of furniture was devoid of cushions. Geez, you'd think a fancy museum could afford better seating, I though to myself. I glanced at the wooden armoire, and walked towards it. I opened it's doors, revealing the one and only K.K. Slider, tied up in rope with a ball gag in his mouth and a blindfold around his eyes. He shifted with discomfort and pain, unaware that his captor was in front of him.
"So, K.K.," I started, startling the musician. "you gonna keep your mouth shut if I take that gag off?" I continued. He nodded in agreement, yet I was still a little hesitant. "Too bad, it's staying on." I decided. I smiled menacingly, not that he could see me, and shut the cabinet doors. I turned and looked at myself in the mirror through the tiny eye holes my costume had. I was the perfect replica of Mr. Slider, from head to toe. I pressed play on the recorder inside of my uniform, and the glorious notes of the mellow performer played. I nodded my head and tapped my foot to the beat of the music, and smiled once again.
I could hear the bell tower ring in 8 o'clock from my position in the museum. It was time for me to go out onto the stage. I exited the small excuse of a dressing room and made sure to lock the door so no one could enter but me. I cooly strutted to the stage, resetting the recorder in my suit to the beginning. I stood behind the deep crimson curtains, calmly waiting. And then they rose.
I stepped out onto the stage, and saw my audience. It was fairly big, compared to the average amount of viewers. I looked at Brewster, who winked at me as he quietly washed coffee cups. "Hey all you cool cats," I greeted, mimicking the ripe and relaxed K.K. "you guys ready for a show?" The audience shook their heads 'yes', to which I replied with, "Alriiight. I'm gonna sing one of my classics, so here we go." Then I shifted my right hand to where it was inside the chest of the costume and I tapped the play button. With his guitar in my hand, I sat down on the bar stool centered on the stage and began to pretend to play. I lip synced to the tune of K.K. Bossa as the crowd cheered.
Meanwhile, Brewster left the scene. He went to go fetch Blathers, the curator, and Celeste, the observatory manager. "Ah, Blathers! Celeste! I've been looking for you two!" the reserved pigeon exclaimed.
"Oh, Brewster. Shouldn't you be tending tothe patrons in The Roost?" asked the nitpicky curator.
"Blathers, would you lighten up? Stop focusing on work all the time and relax!" nagged his sister. She looked at Brewster with sympathy and said, "I'm sorry about my uptight brother, now what was it that you wanted?"
"Oh, it's fine. No need to apologize, I should be working. I wanted to come out and ask you two to join me watching Mr. Slider perorm." replied Brewster, giving off a slight, friendly smile.
"Well, isn't that nice!" Celeste responded with a flattered look in her eyes. "We'd lo-"
"Erhem!" interrupted Blathers. "That is a friendly request of you, Mr. Brewster. Odd, yet friendly..." the owl said, his gaze drifting away from Brewster. "Oh! But however..." he added, refocusing himself on the java server. "Celeste and I have many things to tend to in the museum. As you do in the cafe."
Celeste glared at her brother coldy. "As I was saying, we'd love to. But my brother apparantly has better things to do than spend quality time with people. And by better things to do I mean sulk in the corner thinking about how repulsive insects are. So I guess it'll just be me and you, Brewster." Celeste announced.
Blathers returned the irriated stare. "Fine. I guess I'll join you two. I need to keep an eye on Celeste anyways." he sighed, giving in to Brewster.
"Great! Follow me." Brewster exclaimed with fake joy. The trio made their way to The Roost and sat down at the bar to listen to the tunes of K.K.
I saw them enter and seat themselves, and knew what to do next. After finishing my song, I said, "Don't go anywhere, gang. I'm taking a break, but I'll be back in a few." I disappeared behind the curtains as the lights brightened and the audience began to speak with one another. I waited until Brewster met me in the museum's lobby.
"Blathers and Celeste are waiting in the cafe, but Blathers is pretty impatient and fussy as it is. So we haven't got much time to spare." reported Brewster upon entry to the lobby.
"Alright, then let's get moving." I said.
We both bolted to the artwork section of the museum. Brewster put his skii mask on as we walking into the exhibit. He dragged the canvas sack in his hands on the floor as we made our way to our destination. Luckily for us the museum had no security whatsoever, and lacked proper protection. There were no security guards, surveilance cameras, or anything of the kind. In fact, the only kind of protection that was present in the museum were red velvet ropes. Blathers had too much faith in his patrons.
We soon approached the glorious Mona Lisa-our targret. We wasted no time and began removing the painting from it's wall immediatly. I lifted it off it's nails that held it up while Blathers held open the bag. "There... we go." I mumbled as I carefully picked up the masterpiece. I place it in the sack and then tied it shut.
Brewster looked at me with dissatisfaction. "That... that's it?" he stuttered. "All of this trouble planning out this heist, and all it took to take it was 5 minutes?"
"Pretty much." I told him. "You'd think it'd be harder to steal a million dollar piece of artwork."
"Yeah, MUCH harder. Now let's bust a move before we get caught."
"Too late." growled a voice from behind us. We hesitantly turned around, only to find K.K. Slider, free of rope, a gag, and a blindfold.
"Isn't this how it always ends..." I muttered, putting my hands up as Slider pointed a glock at my face.
"You sick ******** thought you could get away with this scandal, didn't you?" K.K. asked, laughing in our faces.
"Honestly, yes. Why else would we try to pull it off?" Brewster replied realisticly.
"Brewster, give it a rest. He knows already, so you can quit acting." K.K. Slider demanded.
"Huh? I know what? Brewster, what's he talking about?" I questioned, as confused as a blind man attempting to solve a jigsaw puzzle.
"Oh, so you haven't told him?" the dog said. "Your pigeon friend here was never in on your scheme. He went through with all of your plans, but only to further convince you he was your partner." revealed the musician.
I stared at Brewster in disbelief. "You... you said you wouldn't bail!" I screamed. I just stood there helplessly. I was more vulnerable than ever. Brewster sneered at me, standing beside the white canine. I didn't know who to trust anymore.
"I've already alerted the officials, and they're surrounding this place as we speak. So don't you try and escape. It's a futile attempt, my friend." Brewster snickered.
"Pssh, yeah right. You're bluffing, you feathery liar." I called him out, not believing his claims.
"Fine, don't believe me. It doesn't really matter, now does it?" he said.
I closed my eyes and sighed. I thought about everything I had to loose. Turns out, I had nothing to loose. My business had collapsed, and as a result I had turned to the black market, stealing things and selling them to trustworthy members only. I had went on this escapade, looking to cash in mega bucks with the Mona Lisa. Boy, I thought I was gonna hit the big bank. I would charge my lucky customer a cheap price for this piece, which would be very expensive considered it's value. Instead, I was the one paying. And I had a feeling that the price wouldn't be a steal. I opened my eyes, and walked up to K.K. Slider. I looked him dead in the eyes."Shoot me." I muttered.
"What?" replied the puzzled 'hero'.
"I said shoot me."
"I... I..." stuttered the surprised performed.
"I knew it. You don't have the courage to do it."
"You might wanna watch what you say, man." K.K. warned. Just as he finished speaking, I grabbed his glock and stepped back.
I pointed the weapon to my head. Closing my eyes, I said my last words. "Goodbye."
K.K. tried to stop me, but Brewster held him back. "Goodbye, Redd." replied Brewster.
And then everything went black with the impact of a silver bullet to my head.
Scandalous
Chapter 1
Ziiip!
Brewster yanked the silver zipper to my costume up, and concealed it with the velcro fold-over.
"There ya' go, all set. Now, let's get this show on the road. It's about time for you, er I mean K.K., to go up.", announced the pigeon, adjusting his bowtie. He tucked his black skii mask into the pocket of his suit, and smoothed it out.
"You sure you wanna go through with this? I've had folks bail on me before, and I was hoping you wasn't one of them." I questioned, my voice muffled through my costume.
"Don't worry, I'm sure as ever." Brewster replied, extending his wing for me to shake. "Now, I'm gonna go in the cafe to set things up. You go backstage and prep for the performance." he said. And with that, he sauntered away to The Roost.
I watched him leave, and took a deep breath as I headed backstage. I pushed open the door, and made my way to the dressing room. Once I had got in and locked the door behind me, I plopped down on the trashy couch. I could feel the springs push against my bottom, as the piece of furniture was devoid of cushions. Geez, you'd think a fancy museum could afford better seating, I though to myself. I glanced at the wooden armoire, and walked towards it. I opened it's doors, revealing the one and only K.K. Slider, tied up in rope with a ball gag in his mouth and a blindfold around his eyes. He shifted with discomfort and pain, unaware that his captor was in front of him.
"So, K.K.," I started, startling the musician. "you gonna keep your mouth shut if I take that gag off?" I continued. He nodded in agreement, yet I was still a little hesitant. "Too bad, it's staying on." I decided. I smiled menacingly, not that he could see me, and shut the cabinet doors. I turned and looked at myself in the mirror through the tiny eye holes my costume had. I was the perfect replica of Mr. Slider, from head to toe. I pressed play on the recorder inside of my uniform, and the glorious notes of the mellow performer played. I nodded my head and tapped my foot to the beat of the music, and smiled once again.
I could hear the bell tower ring in 8 o'clock from my position in the museum. It was time for me to go out onto the stage. I exited the small excuse of a dressing room and made sure to lock the door so no one could enter but me. I cooly strutted to the stage, resetting the recorder in my suit to the beginning. I stood behind the deep crimson curtains, calmly waiting. And then they rose.
Chapter 2
I stepped out onto the stage, and saw my audience. It was fairly big, compared to the average amount of viewers. I looked at Brewster, who winked at me as he quietly washed coffee cups. "Hey all you cool cats," I greeted, mimicking the ripe and relaxed K.K. "you guys ready for a show?" The audience shook their heads 'yes', to which I replied with, "Alriiight. I'm gonna sing one of my classics, so here we go." Then I shifted my right hand to where it was inside the chest of the costume and I tapped the play button. With his guitar in my hand, I sat down on the bar stool centered on the stage and began to pretend to play. I lip synced to the tune of K.K. Bossa as the crowd cheered.
Meanwhile, Brewster left the scene. He went to go fetch Blathers, the curator, and Celeste, the observatory manager. "Ah, Blathers! Celeste! I've been looking for you two!" the reserved pigeon exclaimed.
"Oh, Brewster. Shouldn't you be tending tothe patrons in The Roost?" asked the nitpicky curator.
"Blathers, would you lighten up? Stop focusing on work all the time and relax!" nagged his sister. She looked at Brewster with sympathy and said, "I'm sorry about my uptight brother, now what was it that you wanted?"
"Oh, it's fine. No need to apologize, I should be working. I wanted to come out and ask you two to join me watching Mr. Slider perorm." replied Brewster, giving off a slight, friendly smile.
"Well, isn't that nice!" Celeste responded with a flattered look in her eyes. "We'd lo-"
"Erhem!" interrupted Blathers. "That is a friendly request of you, Mr. Brewster. Odd, yet friendly..." the owl said, his gaze drifting away from Brewster. "Oh! But however..." he added, refocusing himself on the java server. "Celeste and I have many things to tend to in the museum. As you do in the cafe."
Celeste glared at her brother coldy. "As I was saying, we'd love to. But my brother apparantly has better things to do than spend quality time with people. And by better things to do I mean sulk in the corner thinking about how repulsive insects are. So I guess it'll just be me and you, Brewster." Celeste announced.
Blathers returned the irriated stare. "Fine. I guess I'll join you two. I need to keep an eye on Celeste anyways." he sighed, giving in to Brewster.
"Great! Follow me." Brewster exclaimed with fake joy. The trio made their way to The Roost and sat down at the bar to listen to the tunes of K.K.
I saw them enter and seat themselves, and knew what to do next. After finishing my song, I said, "Don't go anywhere, gang. I'm taking a break, but I'll be back in a few." I disappeared behind the curtains as the lights brightened and the audience began to speak with one another. I waited until Brewster met me in the museum's lobby.
"Blathers and Celeste are waiting in the cafe, but Blathers is pretty impatient and fussy as it is. So we haven't got much time to spare." reported Brewster upon entry to the lobby.
"Alright, then let's get moving." I said.
Chapter 3
We both bolted to the artwork section of the museum. Brewster put his skii mask on as we walking into the exhibit. He dragged the canvas sack in his hands on the floor as we made our way to our destination. Luckily for us the museum had no security whatsoever, and lacked proper protection. There were no security guards, surveilance cameras, or anything of the kind. In fact, the only kind of protection that was present in the museum were red velvet ropes. Blathers had too much faith in his patrons.
We soon approached the glorious Mona Lisa-our targret. We wasted no time and began removing the painting from it's wall immediatly. I lifted it off it's nails that held it up while Blathers held open the bag. "There... we go." I mumbled as I carefully picked up the masterpiece. I place it in the sack and then tied it shut.
Brewster looked at me with dissatisfaction. "That... that's it?" he stuttered. "All of this trouble planning out this heist, and all it took to take it was 5 minutes?"
"Pretty much." I told him. "You'd think it'd be harder to steal a million dollar piece of artwork."
"Yeah, MUCH harder. Now let's bust a move before we get caught."
"Too late." growled a voice from behind us. We hesitantly turned around, only to find K.K. Slider, free of rope, a gag, and a blindfold.
"Isn't this how it always ends..." I muttered, putting my hands up as Slider pointed a glock at my face.
"You sick ******** thought you could get away with this scandal, didn't you?" K.K. asked, laughing in our faces.
"Honestly, yes. Why else would we try to pull it off?" Brewster replied realisticly.
"Brewster, give it a rest. He knows already, so you can quit acting." K.K. Slider demanded.
"Huh? I know what? Brewster, what's he talking about?" I questioned, as confused as a blind man attempting to solve a jigsaw puzzle.
"Oh, so you haven't told him?" the dog said. "Your pigeon friend here was never in on your scheme. He went through with all of your plans, but only to further convince you he was your partner." revealed the musician.
I stared at Brewster in disbelief. "You... you said you wouldn't bail!" I screamed. I just stood there helplessly. I was more vulnerable than ever. Brewster sneered at me, standing beside the white canine. I didn't know who to trust anymore.
"I've already alerted the officials, and they're surrounding this place as we speak. So don't you try and escape. It's a futile attempt, my friend." Brewster snickered.
"Pssh, yeah right. You're bluffing, you feathery liar." I called him out, not believing his claims.
"Fine, don't believe me. It doesn't really matter, now does it?" he said.
I closed my eyes and sighed. I thought about everything I had to loose. Turns out, I had nothing to loose. My business had collapsed, and as a result I had turned to the black market, stealing things and selling them to trustworthy members only. I had went on this escapade, looking to cash in mega bucks with the Mona Lisa. Boy, I thought I was gonna hit the big bank. I would charge my lucky customer a cheap price for this piece, which would be very expensive considered it's value. Instead, I was the one paying. And I had a feeling that the price wouldn't be a steal. I opened my eyes, and walked up to K.K. Slider. I looked him dead in the eyes."Shoot me." I muttered.
"What?" replied the puzzled 'hero'.
"I said shoot me."
"I... I..." stuttered the surprised performed.
"I knew it. You don't have the courage to do it."
"You might wanna watch what you say, man." K.K. warned. Just as he finished speaking, I grabbed his glock and stepped back.
I pointed the weapon to my head. Closing my eyes, I said my last words. "Goodbye."
K.K. tried to stop me, but Brewster held him back. "Goodbye, Redd." replied Brewster.
And then everything went black with the impact of a silver bullet to my head.
