A/N: I now give you a Thumbelina fanfic!
Now I've been writing a really dark and perverted Disney fanfic for The Great Mouse Detective so hey, I was in the mood.
But, unlike the other fanfics where I rape your childhood with sex and violence, this one won't be as raunchy. I cannot bear to ruin my most favorite childhood movie become filled with sex scenes and blood when I'm doing this fanfic. And even though Mr. Beetle scares me, I'm writing a whole fic about him and symphazing with him! I guess I find him attractive yet creepy in a way…
It's also sad that they don't have Thumbelina in the movie section.
For clarification, this is a fanfic of Don Bluth's 1994 classic Thumbelina. Watch it you 90's kids. I'm sure many of you have already…it's a beautiful movie with songs that were successfully imbedded in my head. When I recently watched it, I was freaked out that I remember the lyrics to many of the songs. ALL of them. –screams-
Enjoy enjoy a perverted Mr. Beetle, bugs, wings and love…and this time, I'm most CERTAIN that I will NOT ruin this with SEX. Just pervertedness.
Snaking his almost spidery hands around the cane, the beetle swiftly got up from the chair and began to stride to his rooms. He had had enough drinking for now. The rest of the Beetle Ball would do fine without him there tonight.
He tried not to show it but there was a certain anger, yet sadness from what he was constantly brooding on. He had tuned out the sounds and sights of the bright nightclub he operated. The laughter, the singing, the dancing, the flashing lights and the taste of the fine food and spirits all lost their luster. He crossed his arms behind his back as he descended the staircase to his room for the night.
"Mr. Beetle that…Mr. Beetle this!" He muttered under his breath. He was now feeling incredibly annoyed whenever the waiters and crew asked him questions about this or that…he used to find it a joy when he was bossing bugs around. But now, Berkeley Beetle was depressed.
Trudging in he slammed the door shut, his pair of whiskers drooping as he let himself assume a slouching position as he made his way to the bed. Immediately he felt exhausted and he barely had the strength to get ready for bed. Slowly he took apart his fancy attire as he headed for the closet, looking for his pajamas. Mr. Beetle sighed as he took off his fake wings, looking at them and wishing he could fly again. Alas, only a fairy could give him his wings back. All his troubles were for something that didn't work. His troubles were over and he still felt troubled.
Stripped and shivering to the air he put on his favorite night attire and quickly flopped on the bed.
Oooooh dear… The beetle moaned in his head. The glow of the mushroom lights cast an eerie silence over the objects in the room. The wine glasses glinted in the light, but they only sparkled a little. The world to him had turned dead like winter. But it was only early spring, a time of life and joy and warmth and…
Love. Hah! So much for that happening!
The poor beetle was lost without it. No ladybug, nor butterfly, no sweet ant or bee dared to go near him. He lacked one very appealing thing, and that was…his wings.
Gone. Ripped from his back by a now deceased toad.
He felt lack of charm. The lady he first thought beautiful, then ugly, and then beautiful again had turned into a fairy! He could have had a fairy by his side!
Now she's with that prince, ruling the realm of bugs and nature alike…while I survived to crawl back to my dingy little tree…
He lifted his weary head up to watch his hand as it opened the bedside table's drawer and pulled out a little picture frame. In it was a lock of hair. It was in the wedding invitation that he stole to get it. He still felt a longing for the princess Thumbelina, even though she had cost him his wings, so much trouble, and almost his death.
Why, if I hadn't pulled my head in my suit…I would have been decapitated! He cringed at the thought of lying lifeless in Mr. Mole's home. Surly, he would have been pinned on his wall like the rest of the bugs he has captured. He shivered as any reasonable bug would at the thought.
Sighing he put the lock of hair away. Every time he looked at it, he regretted it but then yearned for her even more. She was so beautiful…so naïve, so young that he could do anything he wanted to her and she would have been so weak…but alas, she was considered ugly by his crowd. Then the unfortunate toad forced him to get into an even worse mess and he lost his wings! He almost died too! And he almost had her as his own…
He was an enemy to the fairies now, this he knew. They would never use their magic to help him. He wasn't even sure fairies were strong enough to give him wings either…and Thumbelina would push him away as the disgusting beetle he was.
"What a perfect punishment. My will to drink, my carelessness in my fine threads and beautiful women know I can't fly!" He was almost about to go into another of his frequent temper tantrums. "It's not fair I tell you! NOT FAIR!"
Settling down he clenched his fists as he blew out the mushroom lights, and crawled into his carved twig-work bed, to dream about the power he had when he could fly…
A/N: Well how'd it go first chapter? Pretty good?
Also I am not telling ANY of the plot to ANY of my watchers and friends! save for one and half to another So my readers on here and DA have no clue where the story is going to go!
Is Mr. Beetle going to pursue Thumbelina? Will a magic salami give him wings? Will he find love by marrying a slug? WHO KNOWS!
And it'll only happen if you review. Yay!
With much love,
Shoys.