31 - The King's Temper

                                    

                                          
The white king paced around in his marble fortress, fuming. His cheeks had gone pink and his hands were clenched. Sexual Sun stood weakly in front of him, her clasped hands together nervously. "What do you mean," the white king began slowly, turning his head toward her, "that you lost them?"
                          
"They... they got away, sir," the Sexual Sun mumbled in her warbly, creepy voice. It was like she was a completely new emoji without Molester Moon and Business Boy beside her. She shivered in the presence of the white king, and her insane grin was replaced with a terrified expression. "But they're probably injured," she added in her defense, "which is good for-"
                          
"-Injured." The king interrupted. "Not dead, not erased from existence, not here... but injured." The king turned away from the cowering emoji. "They could very well still stop us, with my dreaded brother," the white king glared at the sun. "And here you are telling me that the other two emojis are dead?! HOW CAN EMOJIS DIE?!" The white king roared.
                          
"I'm not sure sir, but Anthony of Smosh is dead, sir, and-"
                          
"'Anthony of Smosh is dead, sir,'" the king mimicked her. "DO YOU EVEN REALIZE WHAT YOU'RE SAYING?! MR. PADILLA LEFT SMOSH YEARS AGO!"
                          
A pawn scampered in with a drink and scampered out as soon as the white king had snatched it. He drained the cup and chucked it at Sexual Sun's head, who yelped and barely dodged it. "Your majesty, please control your temper," Sexual Sun pleaded.
                          
The white king glared at her. "You think I have a temper?" He asked softly, his face reddening. "Say it again. I dare you."
                          
Sexual Sun shut up.
                          
The king cleared his throat. "We need to know where they are so they can't do anything to win this war," the white king snarled. "You know very well what will happen if they get checkmate."
                          
Sexual Sun swallowed.
                          
"So frankly, I think that you're just... in the way. You helped them escape my grip not once, but twice now." The white king circled her. Another pawn scurried in with a small handgun, and the king picked it up and twirled it. "Do you remember how Ian and Anthony stop you in the original video?" The king teased sweetly, running the cold metal along her neck.
                          
Sexual Sun begged the king. "Please, sir, not the gun-"
                          
"Tell Business Boy and the molester that they're relieved of duty, when you see them." The white king said.
                          
Sexual Sun let out a blood curdling scream.
                          
Bang. The gun went off and Sexual Sun's eyes went wide. She stopped screaming, but her mouth remained open. Her yellow hands went to the center of the sun, which had gone bloody. She tipped over with a crash.
                          
The white king grinned at her body. "If only there was a baby pool you could fall into. Then it would be just like the real video, wouldn't it?" He stepped over the body and addressed a knight. "Dispose of the body," the king ordered, handing him the weapon, "and then get ready. We're going to storm into that fortress and take what's rightfully ours."
                          
The knight nodded quickly and raced off. "Yessir."
                          
A rook entered with a small blonde girl in a blue hoodie. She had blood all over her face and she struggled to escape the rook's firm grip. "Your majesty," the rook reported, "we found this straggler outside of the castle."
                          
The king turned and raised an eyebrow at the blonde. Then he smiled. "Ah, reverse vampire," he said sweetly. "Good to see you."
                          
"My name's Red," she muttered under her breath, but the king didn't hear her, nor would he care if he had heard.
                          
"Little vampire, tell me, do you know anything about the location of Smosh?" The king asked calmly. He cracked his knuckles, and the rook gulped.
                          
Red shrugged. "I dunno, the last place I saw them was the-" she paused to spit up blood, "-airport," she finished grumpily. "Miss Miller and Mr. Topp surely found the rest of Smosh by now." She had a touch of jealousy in her voice. "My best guess would be that they're at the other fortress. I could always get them to come over here if you want," she huffed, blowing hair out of her face. "I can find them. Miss Miller and Mr. Topp probably trust me, your majesty, making them very gullible."
                          
"Yes, if they aren't there when we invade..." the white king's eyes shone evilly. "Good girl." He clapped his hands twice. "Rook! Escort her to the edge of our base."
                          
"Yessir." The rook left quickly with Red, dragging the guilty vampire behind him like a doll. The white king let out a small sigh as he watched them go. He smoothed out his robes, which luckily had no hint of blood on them.
                          
He strolled into his throne room. "You," the king barked at a pawn sweeping the room.
                          
The pawn froze, broom stilling in her hand.
                          
The king nodded at her. "Look over the throne while I'm gone. I'm going out."
                          
"Where will you be going, sir?" The pawn squeaked out. Then she quickly added, "...nevermind, you don't have to answer that-"
                          
"-Nowhere important, that's where," the king snapped at her, and she flinched. When he turned away from her she relaxed. He made his way outside, his eyes glimmering. "Just need to find an oven."