Welcome to Ambrosia!

[Guu]

“No need for that.”

The boy and Minnie looked over and saw Princess Guu, still in her princess gown, standing a few feet away. The boy immediately knelt on a knee.

“You’re majesty!”

“Rise, no need to be so former to me, Charles.”

She turned to Minnie Mouse and curtsied respectfully.

“Welcome to Ambrosia, Queen Minnie Mouse.”

Upon hearing that he was in the presence of more royalty, he knelt down again, this time to Minnie. Guu chuckled a bit.

“Never the observant type, huh Charles.”

“Sorry if I must pry,” started Minnie, “But how did you know I was here?”

Guu turned to the mouse. She was quiet, as if she was not used to hearing that question being asked. After a while, a light bulb went off in her head.

“Enhanced Senses.” She responded. “I can feel the presence of anyone within a half a mile from me. Not to mention, you’re kind of recognizable.”

Suddenly, Sylvia came running up, still in her black gown, breathing heavily in exhaustion.

“Huff, Guu! Huffff, I’m not as fast as you, don’t go huff running off like that.” She took a second to compose herself. The princess raised a fingerless arm towards her companion.

“This is Sylvia Black, she’s my second in command.”

“Hello, nice to meet- WOAH you’re actually Minnie Mouse!” The gothic second in command exclaimed.

“…Yes! I am! Pleasure to meet you!” She curtsied.

“I apologize for my reaction,” she said, bowing respectfully. “Molly was quite convinced that ‘Minnie Mouse’ was a code name.”

“It’s okay. Yes, I’m the real thing, though I’m surprised you recognized me though, no one else around here seems to notice me.”

“Oh, most of the people around here were raised in Camelot so limited access to knowledge and stuff.”

“Yeah, I only knew because Molly showed me some of the cartoons ten minutes ago.” Sylvia added.

“Ca-cartoons?”

“Anyways.” Butted in the princess before follow up question ensued. “You’ll be staying in the palace until you can pick out a home. Let me take you there.”


As they walked, Minnie asked some questions.

“So who were those black cloaked figures?”

“Ambassadors.”

“Ambassadors?”

“Yeah, from a faction called the ‘Horsemen.’ Their appearance put me off too, thought I had an assassination on my hands.” She followed this with a short chuckle. “But they were legit.”

“So, what is this place about?”

“Oh, this city used to be called Langweilig. It was full of old-fashioned bigoted curmudgeons. Real unfriendly. Anyways, they all up and left one day.”

“All of them? Why?”

“Well, that’s a long story of it’s own, that requires a sit down with drinks, but yeah they left. The only ones that stayed behind were the ones that didn’t agree with the rest of the population, mostly teenagers. Since then, we’ve been welcoming in refugees and stuff. It’s been good.”

“I see.” Minnie responded, taking in everything.

Guu lead Minnie and Sylvia through the jungle sanctuary out in front. Soon, they were already in front of the palace entrance.

“Welcome to Pokute Palace!” She yelled out, a sense of Deje Vu hit her hard; it had only been a day when she said this exact same thing to Molly. A few pokute servants run by; one with a pair of garden sheers and another with a trowel. The two dash off to tend to the jungle flora.


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Adam was floating along when something caught his eye: it was a pair of penguins, both featuring unusual stripes, unloading from what looked like an old timey carriage with the “U-Haul” logo plastered over the side. They were helping a couple of gorillas in carrying boxes into what looked like a shop, or at least attempting to but they appear to be having an argument.

“I can’t believe you left the chafing dish at your mother’s!” Yelled the male penguin, who was donning a suit and tie.

“Like I said, Mother always throws more parties than we do, she’d get more mileage out of it than we could.” The female penguin responded.

“We didn’t throw more parties because we lived in the middle of goddamned nowhere!”

“Max! Don’t curse in front of the children!”

“Oh good grief, Delilah they’re still in the eggs.” He reached over and patted what turned out to be a nest containing two eggs wrapped in blankets.

“They can still hear you! That kind of foul tongue to rub off on them.”

“For fuck sake, it’s only-”

Suddenly, Max found himself with a bar of soap in his mouth. Delilah noticed Adam watching and turned her attention towards him.

“Oh! I’m sorry, we’re not ready to take customers yet.”

“Oh! Heh, no, I’m new to town, didn’t expect a pair of arguing penguins.”

Max coughed up the bar of soap, which landed as a big foamy mess on the ground. Delilah whacked him in the back of the head.

“Great! You wasted that!” She yelled.

He rubbed the back of his head and moaned. Adam took this chance to figure out his current location.

“So where am I?” The red-shirted one asked.

“Why, you’re in Ambrosia, deary. Safe haven for people like us!” She said pleasantly.

“Uueggg” Max spat out once more to get as much of the soap as he could before speaking. “We moved here to get a good home for our children, and to make a pretty penny. Gonna get loaded off this place.”

“You’re gonna make us look greedy!” The wife retorted

“Relax, nothing wrong with wanting a little extra dough to pave a good future for the kids!”

“What do you sell anyways?”

“Oh, firearms.” Said Delilah

“What what?”

She slid open a curtain covering the top of the wagon and before Adam was a wide selection of guns: pistols, shotguns, rifles, you name it!

“Could you believe the military around here is still using spears? Yep, definitely going to make mula here.” Max said excitedly. He reached over and pulled off one of the gatling guns and held it in his little penguins wings. “This one’s my favorite model. Doesn’t quite have the RPM as most gats, but it’s compatible with magic rounds. It’s epic as fu… umm… stuff.”

“Put that away, save it for the range.” The wife said.

“Speaking of which, I’ve been meaning to try out the new underground firing range. You look like a good shot, care to join in?” Max offered to Adam.

“Well, we’re getting no where with these boxes. Screw it, let the movers handle the rest. I feel like firing a few rounds off myself.” Said Delilah, picking up the nest with the intent of bringing the eggs with her.

“Even the misses is up for it. So what’d ya say kid?”