unovan rose act 10 sneak peek (Patreon)

Standing out in front of the theater, Goodra was on edge. Not because anything could possibly go wrong, but more the anxiety of getting to pass out flyers for the show. With their small stature and gooey appearance,

“My, what a cute Goodra.” a woman cooed and Goodra’s cheeks went whitish purple. Did someone just call them ‘cute’? This was so exciting. Was this what Haxorus and Dragonite felt on a daily basis? It had to b-

“I’m going to punch that dragonite and show everyone how much of a badass I am!” a thug announced, stopping in front of Dragonite. Not even taking the time to admire the pretty outfit that adorned their body, they instead chose to wind their fist back. Bringing it forward, they were carried off by Haxorus. Set off to the side, a refined mean look was more than enough to put them in their place.

*Phew.* Haxorus announced as they walked back over to their spot. Picking up the flyers they had set down, it was business as usual. Or at least, business as one could get handing out flyers ahead of your mistress’s first big performance. Okay, maybe calling this play Rose’s ‘first big’ performance was a touch of an overstatement. Yes, reporters were coming to see her and the rest of the troupe perform. But, they liked to think that Miss Rose was the star of this particular production. Why else would the toupe advertise her front and center? Dressed in her finest ballgown, her hair had been done up in a style from a forgotten time. Reminiscent of a beehive, it had required quite a number of extensions to get right. Yet, Miss Rose hadn’t minded in the slightest. If anything, it almost seemed like she wanted it to be even bigger. Though, their mistress had been attempting to get her gloved hands on a couple crinolines and hoop skirts to wear. Partially for the heck of it but also to provide more options to the troupe to use in their performances. She was so considerable like th-

Haxorus didn't get a chance to finish that thought, a familiar woman approaching - IT. Dressed in an orange evening dress that was on the cusp of being less than modest, she brought with her an aura of malice. A matching set of spike heels hung to her feet, only serving to announce her presence that much more than she already did to begin with.

"IT'S BEEN A WHILE. HOW HAVE YOU BEEN, HAXORUS?" IT cooed and reached for a flier. Reluctantly, Fraxure let her do so. It took everything in their power to not swing their axe heads and throw her across the pavement. That would only serve to piss off the eldritch being and likely kill Miss Rose. Or worse, kill everyone in the theater proper. “NOW, NOW, I JUST WANTED TO SEE HOW YOU’RE DEAR MISTRESS WAS DOING. THAT’S ALL.”

With that, IT headed for the theater proper. Hopefully to pay for a ticket and not barge her way in. Shifting his attention to Dragonite, the words refuse to come to Fraxure. Absolutely annoying. Why did it have to happen now of all times? Could his mind see that this was rea-

Dragonite’s arms wrapping around them cut that negative thought off. Exactly what they needed here, it didn’t change the fact that they were royally pissed.

*While I don't know the complete story about what that woman did to you and Miss Rose, I'll be there for you.* Dragonite explained as tears rolled down Fraxure’s face. Embracing their companion, Goodra followed right behind. They would just have to wait until the play was over. For now, they had each other and Miss Rose. If something happened, they would be there for her.