Matters Of The Art

Treble Clef peered around the corner, clutching the jar containing her girlfriend tight. It was a bizarre thing to think about - the fact that the person she loved the most had turned into a pathetic paint puddle - but if all went as planned, she'd be back to her usual brash and artistic self in no time. 

However, she had only one person to contact about this - and that person was her number-one enemy. The frilly, the frivolous, the putridly pink Mother Goose was the only one who could bring her passionate painter back to life.

"Where are you, you fairy-tale fiend..." she muttered to herself, patting the jar on the head. "Don't worry, my adorable artist, we'll get you back to normal in no time."

    • Mother Goose
      Mother Goose

      Curiously enough, Mother Goose has happily engaged in a bit of petty vandalism that Splatter Phoenix might have almost approved of... All Treble had to do was follow the trial of blood-red drips-

      "We dare not stop, or waste a drop~"

      -and disgusting sweet singing-

      "So let the paint be spread~"

      -to the goose cheerfully covering the white flowers in freshly replanted park, looking just like an Alice in Wonderland illustration brought to life. 

      "Painting the roses red, we're painting the roses reeeeeeaaaAAGH, Treble!" Mother Goose shrieked, wide-eyed at the sudden appearance of her loathsome, unladylike, punkrock rival. She brandished the dripping paintbrush at her like a weapon.

      "Don't you dare throw that gloop at me!" Mother Goose hissed, eyeing the jar with great suspicion. It would be just like the punk to slime her for no reason.

      • Treble "Cadance" Clef
        Treble "Cadance" Clef

        Hey, hey! Calm down, lady." Treble backed away from the brandished paintbrush, as if it was going to zap her like a magical wand. "I don't wanna be talking to YOU, either." She growled.

        With an incredibly pained sigh, she gestured to the jar. "I...I need your help. This ain't something I'm gonna slime you with or nothin' - it's my..." she covered her face with her free hand, blushing annoyedly. "It's my girlfriend. Some hero or somethin' turned her into paint - I'm not quite sure, I didn't get to see it happen for myself. But you're the only person who can bring her back."

        The entire monologue was more grumbled than stated, as if she didn't want to admit that she - tough, punk Treble - had any feelings for anyone at all. And going to get help from the one person she hated the most felt like a kick in the stomach. 

        "So, yeah." she groaned. "I'd much rather be beating the shit out of you people, too. But here we are."

        • Mother Goose
          Mother Goose

          True Love!

          Enchantments!

          Damsels in Distress!

          Ooooooooooooooh. Oh. Oh, this was sweet. It was a setup so up her alley that it might as well have been her home address. But she couldn't just let the punk know that. Seeing the actual pain on Treble's face as she begged for help was simply too delicious.

          "I'm sorry, what did you say?" Mother Goose asked, pretending not to hear her. "I'm your only hope~?" The witch grinned evilly. "And what are you willing to do for this... favor?"

          • Treble "Cadance" Clef
            Treble "Cadance" Clef

            "You heard what I said." Treble frowned, holding the jar protectively. "And honestly, I don't know. I just..." she attempted to keep looking tough despite feeling sadness creeping up within her. She swung her guitar around from her back and strummed a few notes in a melancholy manner to try and express what she was feeling. "You feel me?"

            • Mother Goose
              Mother Goose

              Mother Goose nodded. Aww, that just so sad- no, be strong. How often does the chance to torment your rival come along? Get something good out this deal.

              "Welllll, trading your voice is traditional," she said lightly, watching Treble's reaction.

              • Treble "Cadance" Clef
                Treble "Cadance" Clef

                "My VOICE?!?!" Treble shrieked. "Dude, no way! I'm not trading away these precious pipes for anything." she growled, clutching her throat like it was going to run away from her or something. "Look, I'm not attackin' ya. Lay it easy, would ya?"

                • Mother Goose
                  Mother Goose

                  "You're no fun," Mother Goose complained. "You want your girlfriend back or not?" This wasn't going to be easy, was it? "I need something in exchange. Let me think... how about your guitar?"

                  • Treble "Cadance" Clef
                    Treble "Cadance" Clef

                    "I..." Treble looked down at her guitar nervously. Sure, she really did want her girlfriend back, but this old thing was like her best friend all on its own. "Any other options?" she choked out, trying not to cry at the overwhelming wave of emotions coming at her for seemingly no reason at all.

                    • Mother Goose
                      Mother Goose

                      "Makeover," the witch said gleefully, leaning in. What will it be, punk?

                      • Treble "Cadance" Clef
                        Treble "Cadance" Clef

                        Treble looked between her guitar and the grinning goose. Back to the guitar, than to her rival. 

                        Giving up her guitar was permanent. A magic makeover would, hopefully, be only temporary.

                        "Well, fine. Makeover it is then."

                        • Mother Goose
                          Mother Goose

                          "Eeeeeee! This is going to be so much FUN!" Mother Goose cheered. "You're going to be so PRETTY," she gasped, squishing Treble's cheeks. "I'm seeing- pink! And ruffles! And bows, bows everywhere!"

                          • Treble "Cadance" Clef
                            Treble "Cadance" Clef

                            "Oh, geez." Treble groaned. "Could you at least promise to bring back my girl once this is all over?"

                            • Mother Goose
                              Mother Goose

                              "Excuse you, I'm a woman of my word. We'll pinkie promise~" the witch said, holding up her little finger. A childish way to make an oath, but given who Treble was dealing with, no doubt it was a completely sincere gesture.

                              "Last chance to trade your vocal cords," Mother Goose offered, just case the hesitant rocker changed her mind. "Save your look, save your girl... I'm sure you'll be able to get by on body language for awhile," she sniggered.

                              • Treble "Cadance" Clef
                                Treble "Cadance" Clef

                                "I'm not sellin' my voice, and that's final." Treble growled, pinky swearing rather dejectedly. "You sure ya don't want something else? I could..." she muttered annoyed under her breath, trying to think of something that might make the goose happy. "I dunno, play ya some simpering ballad I totally didn't write, or stick an entire cheeseburger up my-" she cut herself off, trying for once to not provoke her rival. "You get the picture."

                                • Mother Goose
                                  Mother Goose

                                  "Spoilsport," Mother Goose said as they locked pinkies. A small glow flashed around their fingers, almost too quick to notice. Pinkie swears weren't actually magically binding, were they?

                                  "Wait," she interrupted gleefully, ignoring Treble's typical rudeness. "You wrote a song? A real one? Ooo, I gotta hear that too... is it romantic~?"

                                  • Treble "Cadance" Clef
                                    Treble "Cadance" Clef

                                    Treble's growling frown turned into an outright scowl and she tried desperately to hide the fact that she was blushing in embarrassment.  "..Yeah, it's 'romantic'." she seethed. "Would hearin' it be payment enough for you?"

                                    • Mother Goose
                                      Mother Goose

                                      Never in the history of music had she wanted to hear a song more.

                                      "Ehhhhhhh," she said. "It be like, half. Still have to play dress up, we did make a deal after all." Mother Goose made grabby hands at the jar. "Speaking of which, I need to examine my patient~"

                                      • Treble "Cadance" Clef
                                        Treble "Cadance" Clef

                                         "Fine." Treble relented, handing Mother Goose the jar. "Careful now, kay, lady? I don't want you messin' with her, too." Swinging her guitar around to her front, she strummed a note. "Now don't you dare tell anyone about this song, or your goose is gonna be cooked."

                                        With a deep inhale, she began to sing.

                                        The song started out softly, her usual screeching style of singing substituted for a gentle yet still raspy tone. Her emotion was, for once, showing through in both her singing and her face - she had a bittersweet expression as she let herself become immersed in playing. As the song ended, she let out a sigh, staring at an indeterminate point on the ground.

                                        "I wrote this for Splatter, y'know." she started mindlessly. "After she, well..." she gestured to the jar. "I had to make a way to hold onto her memory somehow. If art was her way of expressing herself, her anger with the world, then I suppose that music was mine. It's only fitting."

                                        Realizing she'd shared a lot more than she'd intended, she quickly snapped back to her default scowl. "You can laugh now, you know."

                                        • Mother Goose
                                          Mother Goose

                                          No laughter, only something much more disturbing.

                                          "T-treble!" Mother Goose sobbed, hugging the jar. "That w-was SO BEAUTIFUL!" she cried into a frilly handkerchief. Why couldn't Treble be so in touch with her feelings all the time? She would be a major hit if she sang like that all the time!

                                          • Treble "Cadance" Clef
                                            Treble "Cadance" Clef

                                            "Beautiful?" Treble scoffed. "It's by far the worst thing I've ever written." She eyed the jar.  "Now get on with the rest of this shtick, unless you're just gonna keep bawlin' your eyes out."

                                            • Mother Goose
                                              Mother Goose

                                              Mother Goose threw her damp handkerchief at the duck. "Don't be such a pain, your makeover's coming soon enough."

                                              "Besides, this is delicate work," the witch said, shaking the jar hard and listening to the sploshing. "Hmm...mhmm..." She muttered, then unscrewed the lid and jabbed a finger into the paint, swirling it counterclockwise. "Now, do you have any more details on how Splatter got... splattered?" Experimentally, she licked the thin black film that clung to her thumb. "Yuck," she grimaced. 

                                              • Treble "Cadance" Clef
                                                Treble "Cadance" Clef

                                                "DON'T EAT HER!" Treble shouted, growling. "An' honestly, I ain't got the slightest clue how. Though I'd wager it has somethin' to do with that Darkwing Dunce."

                                                • Mother Goose
                                                  Mother Goose

                                                   "I'm not eating her, I'm testing her!" She failed the flavor test, that was certain. "You want her turned back to normal-" Scratch that, nobody was normal in St Canard. "Well, kinda normal... don't you?" Mother Goose demanded. Ugh, normals were so touchy. Oh No, I don't know aNyThInG about mAgIc, but let me tell you what to dooo anyway. The witch rolled her eyes. "C'mon, follow me, I need more supplies to fix this anyway," she continued while walking away, snapping her fingers like she was calling a disobedient puppy.

                                                  • Treble "Cadance" Clef
                                                    Treble "Cadance" Clef

                                                    "Hmph." Treble didn't like being condescended to, but she supposed she couldn't talk TOO much. "Yeah, I want her back to normal. Thought that was obvious." Folding her arms, she followed the goose reluctantly. "Where we goin'?"

                                                    • Mother Goose
                                                      Mother Goose

                                                      "First stop, the boutique," Mother Goose smiled wickedly. "You need a makeover and I saw the most darling pink number in the window, you'll hate it~" There was plenty of time for a resurrection, Splatter seemed to be completely stable in this liquid form. An hour of dress-up could hardly kill her harder.