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✦ Unintentional Murder Part 1 ✦

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Synopsis: A king of land almost gets suffocated by a piece of cloth in his sleep. At first, he assumes that the cloth has something against him. But it turns out who it isn't. Now he and his brother are on a journey to find the mysterious man who pulls the strings of the puppet. What could possibly go wrong on this innocent little journey?

Introduction: *taps mic* Ok so I bring you my fanfic, Unintentional Murder! It is a crack fanfic about the four boyos altered into funky characters who all have different goals. I can't say more, as it would leave the fun out of it, but know this is for the funny.

Tw: attempted suffocation, cursed references, unfair punishment, brief mentions of trauma

Disclaimer: This is for comedic purposes. It has little to no relation to the canon show.

This fanfic is so important to me that I would really enjoy likes and reblogs. It's just too fucking funny not to love it.

On the coast of the sea lay a kingdom named "Uranium." Its waterways glimmered indigo with a shine of white from the sun. The towns and villages bustling with life and joy: prosperous, one might say.

Its name, Uranium, comes from the unique lilac glow of the metal when night falls. Tourists worldwide travel to witness the beauty, adoring the violet hue.

In the heart of the nation is the palace, where the royal family resides. The Hamato family, who've governed the society for centuries, are the main reason Uranium has been able to thrive as it does. As of now, there is a king along with his twin brother. Together, they harbour wealth and peace for Uranium, their beloved homeland.

The older twin, known as the prince, was once meant for the throne. But due to his dislike of such mundane work, he passed it on to his younger sibling instead. He spends his days experimenting with his magic, attempting to master his abilities.

The younger one of the two is an unstoppable genius; who is also king. Despite being so young, he has led the kingdom to glory in numerous ways. While he is not overseeing Uranium, he tinkers and invents technology in his lab: a hobby he loves with his entire heart.

One quiet evening in the dining room, the twins eat at opposite ends of the table. The room is silent, with only the clinks of silverware accompanying the rested minutes of quietude.

The elder twin interjects tranquillity first, "Dearest brother, would you mind sliding over the soup?"

"Ugh, can't you use your magic to do it yourself? I am quite exhausted enough." The younger one retorts, glaring at the other.

"Danielston, I am a table, remember? My magic is weaker than what it was before." He taps his four legs against the extravagant tiles, motioning to his brother about the state of his body.

Danielston snarks back, "Right. And who exactly did it to you? Oh, none other than yourself."

The table chuckles, grinning humorously. "Heed my words, brother, uranium is delicious and has many health benefits. I just seemed to eat more than what's expected."

"Well, you transformed into a table, which altered your name from Leovindus to Tableo. Certified by myself, of course."

Tableo frowns, puzzled by the statement. "What does that have to do with this conversation?"

"That you are no longer a reptilian such as I, which rules out the reason why I need to pass the soup." Danielston smirks, smugly glancing at his brother with a gleam in his eye.

Offended, Tableo kicks the grand table with one of his four legs, annoyance etched on his face. The impact shifts the food, causing some crème to land on Danielston III's coat. The turtle revolts in disgust, his hands slightly trembling in shock.

"Augh! My lovely coat! I can't believe you! Tableo, if you'll excuse me, I need to have this washed immediately!"

He stands up instantly, heading for one of the never-ending corridors of the structure. He sassily turns back at his brother, pointing at him menacingly.

"Know that I will not be handing you the soup."

He walks off, leaving the prince in solitude. Tableo smiles, staring at the floating bowl of soup hovering in his direction. "Ah...I wonder why father let you be king. Then again, I didn't want to do the job."

Later that night, Danielston slides into his bed, relaxing into the plush mattress. His eyes bore into the ceiling, not a single thought running through his otherwise calculative mind. Something was just off today, and he can't place why.

Deciding he shouldn't dwell on the matter any further, he turns to face the wall and closes his eyes, preparing his body for sleep. The faster he rids the day, the quicker this weirdness will end.

And so he drifts off into a dreamworld, carried away by exhaustion.

In the middle of the night, he feels a tightness around his neck, like a vine encircles it. He assumes it's some muscles tensing up for no reason and tries to go back to slumber.

Not much later, the sensation only grows more uncomfortable, to the point he cannot subside to sleep. He groggily opens his eyes, glancing around the room for something odd: nothing.

Until, out of nowhere, his windpipe feels constrained, painfully so. He coughs, touching his neck for the cause of the discomfort. A soft material with rips cut into its edges. He tugs at it, attempting to free himself from its grasp.

He yanks it off his throat, gripping the end tightly. He sputters, inhaling more oxygen into his lungs. Relief floods through his body, but the uneasiness still lingers.

The King holds up the Raggedy Cloth, a disgusted expression crafted onto his face. “How dare they? I will immediately find the person who attempted to suffocate me and my future reign!”

“It was I, Danielston III, who suffocated you.” A mysterious voice speaks, bouncing off the bedroom’s walls.

“What? Whoever could it be?” Danielston III questions himself, searching the vicinity for the criminal.

“Me. The cloth you now hold.”

The king looks downwards, only to see the sight of a face sewn into the cloth. It looks up at him, a devilish grin etched onto its tiny being. “Until we meet again, King of Uranium.”

Suddenly, a short turtle with mouse features barges into the room, his shoes mustard yellow and his shorts a scarlet red. “Raggedy Cloth! We must leave now!”

Due to shock, the king is unable to react in time. The mouse-turtle snatches the cloth and jumps out the window, his figure growing distant into the midnight sea.

“You shall be cursed! Cursed by my wrath and army!” The king takes out a metal staff covered in spikes around its shaft. But before he could pursue the pair, a table slides in, holding a piece of paper on its flat surface.

"Brother! Apparently, our distant cousin, Bowser, is coming to see us! We must surely attend!” Tableo's face glitters with excitement, rocking the legs of his rectangular body.

Danielston III frowns, his brows furrowed in dismay. “Tableo, we need to run after those criminals! That wretched Raggedy Cloth and his new partner, the infamous criminal Mikey Mouse, have tried to suffocate me!”

“Oh, I see…” The furniture pauses, staring up at his sibling. “Anyway, Bowser?”

“Damn you!” He hisses, holding up his hand angrily. "They've probably gotten too far away from us! It's too dark for us to pursue them...If it weren't for your idiotic Bowser announcement!" He stomps up to the window, gripping the frame in enragement.

The table sighs and stands next to his brother, staring outside. "Oh, Danielston, I assure you. They won't attempt something like that again. I'll keep you safe." His voice loses its energetic tone and is replaced by something softer, less demanding.

"Hmph! Whatever. I must sleep, for I have much to do with my absolutely ear-bleeding advisors!" Danielston whips around and heads to his mattress, making a shooing motion to his brother.

"Hm...Whatever you say, my little hermit crab of a younger brother." Right as the prince was about to walk out, he hears his brother yell at him.

"You disgust me!"

Tableo chuckles and leaves the room, letting the king succumb to a dormant state once more.

Danielston, who had gone through quite the terrifying surprise, stares up at the ceiling. Why would the rag try to kill him? He certainly hasn't upset the kingdom, has he? And not only that but how did he know his identity? He's only gone out in public three times in the last five years. And was dressed in civilian clothing every time.

He doesn't remember meeting anyone recently. Not even a few of the servants have seen his face before. He can't think of any point in time when he did somebody wrong.

Before he knows it, his thoughts are muddled together, weariness taking over his body from the earlier traumatic experience. He can't help but close his eyes, letting time flow through freely.

He wakes up in an unfamiliar place, the plush material of his bed replaced by hardwood. The sky above him is a lovely shade of indigo, a colour so rare to find in nature. He sits up and realizes he's on a boat. The water flows moderately, travelling him towards something.

He glances ahead, and his mouth gapes wide open, shocked by the bewitching sight before him. It was a gorgeous castle with a bridge of glitter falling above it. The lights shine like gold, beaming upon the land like a beacon. The word "Disney" appears in the sky, the silver words floating in the sky.

"Dis...Ney?" Danielston sounds out, wondering what it means. He obviously knows it's a dream, but the word seems eerie, almost threatening.

After some minutes, he arrives at the dock: near the castle's entrance. He cautiously steps onto the platform, watching his balance. Once he knows he's stable, he heads for the structure ahead.

He notices not a single guard or castle keeper is in sight, only himself. It is an illusion made from his mind, so he dauntlessly opens the heavy gateway of the entrance, slipping inside.

Inside, everything is grand, just like his home in Uranium. The walls are pearlescent marble, and the tiles are all finely polished: every minuscule detail is perfect. It's so alluring he could stand and observe for hours.

But there is clearly a reason why his mind manifested this illusion. So, it is only right that he investigates exactly what it is. He ascends the stairs, his shoes producing clicks that echo.

He hears a distant mutter down the corridor, indicating someone is alive within these cold walls. He approaches it slowly, careful to not let the heels of his footwear not resonate. There's a crack in the door where the noise comes from, enough for the king to see the commotion.

"You dare disobey my laws?" A dark voice accuses, striking fear in one's heart.

In the chamber, a ginormous turtle kneels before a mysterious man. The turtle's large shell blocks the view of the other's identity. Together, they seem to be in a conflict of some sort: most likely a crime.

The one masked in red pleads, "Sire, I didn't know that it was illegal. I am not of this land!"

But the man does not heed his words. "All civilians know that my Yandere Horse Fanfics are not to be read, nor touched!" His voice booms against the walls, louder than an entire orchestra.

Before the innocent one can answer, the accuser speaks once more, "As punishment, you are to bring me the shell of Danielston III, the king of Uranium."

At first, the reptilian does not answer. But out of nowhere, he breathes, "Why, why thank you! Your mercy will undoubtedly bring you good fortune!" He bows his head, showing a sign of respect.

"Who said I was merciful?"

The terrapin transforms into a piece of cloth, fluttering down on the floor gracefully. He's speechless, only gasps of horror coming from his mouth.

Danielston III widens the crack in the door, wishing to see more. But a voice makes him freeze.

"Hey."

A familiar voice.

"Hey!"

A loud voice.

"HEY!"

Danielston jolts his eyes open, caught off guard by the feral screeching. His brother stands beside his bed, an unamused expression present on his face.

"My, you took an awfully long time to awaken! Odd considering you're a light sleeper." He snarks, tapping one of his four legs against the tile.

Danielston groans and groggily lifts his upper half from the mattress, mirroring Tableo's frown. "Well, I had an odd dream. A dream about Raggedy Cloth, who allegedly wasn't originally a piece of fabric."

"Oh? What occurred, little hermit boy?"

"Shush, don't call me that. He apparently read Yandere Horse Fanfiction of a faraway royal and got punished."

Tableo folds himself and jumps up onto the bed, listening closely to his brother's words. "Is that all?"

"No. He also has to murder me and bring my shell back to the man." The king shakes his head, glancing down at his hands.

"So...What are you going to do about it?" The prince questions, lazily laying on the plush material underneath him.

For a moment Danielston ponders, an awkward pause of silence present in the room. "We're going to go on a journey to find this man. And ask why he wishes to kill me."

"WHAT! EXCUSE ME DEAR SIBLING, BUT I AM NOT MISSING MY 4-TOWN CONCERT THAT IS SCHEDULED IN FOUR DAYS!" Not even a second later, Tableo screams, jumping up and down like a kangaroo.

Danielston sassily waves his hands in the air, glaring right at his brother. "How does your 4-Town concert have more value than investigating the man who attempted to murder me?"

"They're dashing, charming, and oh their charisma is incomparable!" The table swoons, dramatically leaning back.

"Hmph. As king, I order you to assist me on my journey; with no complaints."

"Wha- The audacity! You dare try to split me from not only our meeting with our cousin Bowser but now my precious 4-Town?! You bastard!"

"Eat my jewelled toes, elder brother."

After the long argument in the morning, Tableo reluctantly joins Danielston III's trip to scout the unknown man. Their first target is the neighbouring kingdom across the sea. Together, they ride on a boat, letting the natural currents carry them to their destination.

The twins are silent, observing the waters in a loving matter. For minutes no one utters a whisper, enjoying the sound of the waves.

That is until a melody starts to play, a sad, cold one.

"It is time."

Danielston stands up, placing a hand on his chest. The music gets stronger, with more instruments joining in. Then, he joins in, using his voice as another instrument.

“I was the young boy fearful of the world.

Day and night I tinkered and dabbled at my inventions

My elder twin you run with wings but I trudge with chains.

His voice is soft compared to the louder instrumentals, a deep contrast between the timbres.

The world, how it scares me!

The world, how it kills me!

The people are on the prowl

Ready to slice my head!

The volume changes to forte, piercing the ocean's tranquility.

Now I stand, with a crown on my head.

For I am king, the people's legacy.

I run the zoo called the government.

I hate the idiots I call my advisors

I suppose they cannot do more than be greedy

The tone changes to venom, symbolizing an agonizing hatred.

The world, how it scares me!

The world, how it kills me!

The people are on the prowl

Ready to slice my head!

He repeats the verse again, articulating its importance.

Brother, dare I say, king; we are the highest of the birds

we are the depths of this ocean

Yet the civilians do not cease their cruelty

Even as we serve them platters of medicine

He makes a choking motion with his hands

The people, how it scares me!

The people, how it kills me!

The world is on the prowl

Ready to slice my head!

The instruments roll to a climax, a pounding noise bouncing across the water.

And yet

It seems we are here

On this boat

Mulling our heads over a rag

Never shall we let those criminals ruin us

Danielston points to Tableo, singing the last few lines.

And you my brother

What do you see?"

Tableo smirks, flipping the angle of his legs to face him.

"A homosexual who turned into a table~!"

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I love this so much. I can't wait to start on the 2nd partttt.

Anyway, I apologize if it sounds a bit rushed, my brain can't organize details that well (But then again I suppose it could make it even more funnier).

I hope you enjoyed~

- Celina

“This morning you called me: thief. Tonight you call me: brother. What will you call me tomorrow?”

A silly animatic for you and your troubles~

audio is from one of papamut’s streams

smooooth donnatello

just want to upload some sketches before going to bed Whoever read this have a good night!!