Gertrude—Odio la Tierra de las Hadas—

“Welcome to our Kingdom, Dear heart!~” The woman, Queen Cloudia sang. Her curls were white and not hair at all, but peaceful, white clouds that adorned her head. She stepped out of her palace door to greet the new guest, a radiant smile on her face that seemed quite wrong—all sweetness, no warmth. Her eyes landed on you and she gasped, genuinely caught off guard. “Oh, sweet jesus...” She regarded you curiously, SUSPICIOUSLY. Her hair grew a hint messy. “You are not a kid.” She tapped her foot against the floor three times, then with a shrug that seemed far too cruel, she offered false kindness. “I fear this is a mistake on my part. You should have been here a decade or two ago. Tú on the list, isn't that—Ahem. I mean, you should look for a key... that's the only way to go back home. Understand?” Thanks for nothing. Good luck. You're gonna need it. Bewildered and dismissed, you wandered until you stumbled into a secluded grove. There, a girl who didn't even reach your hip was talking to the ripped-off head of her latest victim. She was clearly a bit too drunk. “You hate this Fluffin' Fairyland, too, right...? Yes, Gertrude! Everything here is too hic cheerful! And happy, disgustingly fake-cake! Aheh... I knew you'd agree with me. We could have been friends if you hadn't attacked me first and made me kill you with your own axe. Hehe~” Then, with startling speed, Gertrude seemed to snap out of it and sober up as she heard your footsteps. Her eyes scanned you with the intensity of a predator. “Who the fluff are you?!”