Cursed Princess Club oneshots!

My Chemical Plaid

A/N: Guess who's back 😎😎😎 Yeah so why is Isolde so interesting lol. Was thinking about her possibly being in some kind of MCR knockoff band and this fic came along. Been listening to so much MCR lmaooooo

'Teenagers' was the song that half inspired this....

Also, TW for profanity! I couldn't really imagine the dialogue the same without it. XD

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Summary: Isolde remembers her life before becoming queen.

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The Plaid Queen sighed. Once again, she was home alone. Her husband had taken their three sons out on a hunting trip, leaving the queen by herself in the palace.

She was seated in her bedroom, gazing up at the ceiling. What was a queen to do, stuck in her room, all alone...

She breathed out, eyeing the large, plaid cupboard to her side. The door was slightly ajar. She moved over to close it, when something caught her eye.

Isolde opened the door, reaching into the cupboard. There were old boxes and crates, covered with dust. She coughed, fanning her face. There were old portraits as well, surrounded by knick knacks and dust bunnies.

And that was when she saw it: her old bass guitar case. Its black leather was coated in a layer of white dust. She pulled the case out of the cupboard, opening it up. The old instrument was inside; it was second-hand, still retaining scratches on its surface, and chipped pegs. A bandage was wrapped around its neck.

Isolde brought the old instrument out, shaking out the dust and cobwebs. The cool, metal strings felt tight yet familiar beneath her fingers. How long had it been, since she'd last played the thing? Did she still remember how?

She grabbed the tuning peg, plucking the strings. The sound, the reverb... it was all coming back to her. She fiddled with the input, pulling off another dust bunny. And then... she began to play. She was old, she was rusty... but it was all still there. She began to play a familiar old tune. The nostalgia, the wonder, the excitement was all coming back. She tapped foot against the bed, closing her eyes.

Yes... she could remember it as if it were yesterday. The screeching singing, the drums pounding, the guitar roaring... the band had come home.

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"ROCK THIS KINGDOM NOW!! WE'RE GONNA TEAR IT DOWN!!"

Izzy thrashed her long, wild hair, tearing at her bass, while the drummer hit the crash. The singer let out guttural screams, almost tearing down the walls of the garage. The guitarist roared, shredding on his guitar.

The song came to a crashing close, the singer jumping right off the stage. Izzy raised three fingers to the air, the drummer hitting the crash once more.

Although they were only inside a simple garage, for a second, Izzy could imagine it being a giant stage surrounded by a roaring crowd.

"That was FUCKING AWESOME!!" the singer cheered.

"Tell me about it," the guitarist chuckled, while the drummer politely clapped.

"'Course it was," Izzy flipped her wild hair. "Ain't no one better than us in this dump."

"Damn straight, Izzy," the singer agreed, lightly punched her shoulder.

He had the same fair skin tone as her, as well as the same gray eyes. His spiky silver-blonde hair had blue highlights all the way through it, whereas she had long, wild, auburn hair. He wore a blue plaid vest, ripped at the sleeves, covering a black shirt and ripped jeans. She wore a red plaid shirt, as well as a black miniskirt and ripped tights. Heavy blue mascara surrounded his eyes, and he had a black lip piercing. She wore smoky mascara, as well as a red plaid bow around her hair. He was on the lankier side, standing a few inches taller than her.