Having taken on this new form, with purple fur covering her entire body, she wondered where she’d disappeared to. Or if she was even really there anymore. It was hard to see past all the fuzz that hung about loosely. Finding a puddle from recent rain, she eyed herself. She looked like she could be Sulley’s twin sister. Excepting for the fact she did not have spotted fur, and her eyes had this light glow of lilac. She combed through her hair with her claws. Pondering whether she should hide or take advantage and show her parents. She decided it was best not to scare them, they probably would deny the truth even then! So she took to the park.

everyonethinksiamweird:

Melody looked at herself in the mirror, not recognizing who was looking back at her. Her hair was curled, much too curly in fact for her taste; she reminded herself of a french poodle of sorts. And she couldn’t even begin to explain how horrid the dress was that this English dressmaker was attempting to make her. He had already tried to make her four—all of which she hated profusely. They were either too big, or too tight, or possibly even too many ruffles, it was always something. This time it was the color. If he would just listen everything would be completely fine. She sighed as she stared at the horrid pink dress, not to mention it clutched around her middle as if to provoke the thought that she was too large for the dress. Which was crazy because last meeting she had been swimming in the damned fabric. Not to mention the skirt was so stretched out and wide that she couldn’t touch it with either of her finger tips; and she didn’t know how in the hell she’d be able to walk in this dress or even eat in this dress. The answer was simple— she couldn’t. She looked up at the English man with disdain. “I don’t like it.” She told him, as the petite man frowned, already muttering things under his breath about how this Princess was crazy and nothing would please her. It wasn’t true though because she would have been perfectly happy with a pair of trousers and a simple shirt—it was them who kept going to elaborate measures.

She sighed when they began talk of beginning a fifth dress; before shaking her head. “No.” She stated, crossing her arms. She didn’t even want to be here, it was Grimsby who had set up the meeting; finding it to be proper. But where was he amidst all this? Nowhere to be found, most likely in the Kitchens if she was going to guess. She shook her head as she began to shed the horrid clothing, handing it promptly to the man who had designed it all. “It’s horrible, I don’t like it, I’m not going to wear it, please give it to someone else.” She told him as she took off her shoes; handing them to him as well, noting the gaping mouth. She smiled lightly to herself,” I apologize for your wasted time, don’t come back— at all— it’s better for the both of us.” She told him as she headed to her room, wetting her hair in the water basin as she dressed herself and slung her knitted bag over her shoulder; quickly running through the vast halls, outside to meet the water’s edge.

She took a deep breath of the salty waves as she immersed herself with in them. Melody just swam about, losing herself within her thoughts as the waves lapped overhead. Most of her thoughts consisted of her Mother and how she was most certainly growing more sick by the day. Melody hated not being there, hated not knowing what was actually happening back in Grenlen. And she didn’t feel safe in admitting these feelings to anyone other than Eric and Ariel; and it was hard to find them about these days. And she hated how she was always supposed to have Princess Matters to attend to that she didn’t want to participate in, she should have some sort of a choice. She finally came up for a breath, not realizing that she was so close to shore; when she heard a voice speak out. Melody giggled before replying. “They don’t talk to strangers.” She informed the strange girl. “But what were you asking them anyhow— maybe I could help.” She told her, slowly climbing out of the water. “I’m Melody.” She introduced herself, holding out her hand.

Boo wasn’t startled but intrigued by the voice she heard. At first she thought it was the creature responding to her, but as she turned her head about to be sure it wasn’t something else, she discovered a girl. Eyeing the hand that was extended to her she bit her lip, seeing that it was dripping with the water and undoubtedly the stench she had been trying to avoid. Reaching up past the girls hand she was going to grab her by the wrist to shake it, but there was water there as well. Boo huffed. She didn’t want to be rude, she just didn’t want to take that scent with her.

“Sorry, I’m M-.” She paused. “Call me Boo.” She said instead, not wanting to even introduce her real name into the situation. “I was just wondering how… anyone could ever stand the smell of the ocean… but you seem to have no trouble with that.” She said, chuckling awkwardly. “I don’t know how you do it. Though I do suppose they were born here…” She drifted off into thought. “Do you live here then? Or are you just visiting?” She asked, trying to find something else to talk about as she didn’t want to keep going on the way she was. She didn’t mean to offend, but it seemed impossible to avoid with how she really felt. Boo was an honest girl. Which is why it frustrated her so much to hear her parents think she was a liar all the time when she spoke of her friends.

As she stood there she couldn’t help but observe the girls looks. How she carried herself, what she was wearing. She felt even more out of place then with how she wore torn up jeans, a tank top, and an off the shoulder shirt. A headband in her hair that overall probably made her look like the biggest hippie.

“What is it you’re doing out here alone anyways?” She asked, forgetting about how she was alone as well. As, sometimes, she really didn’t believe she was alone. With how she knew monsters could change to blend in much like Randall, and disappear.

(Source: idontneedtherapy)