Cinderella: Ashes, Ambition, and an Overhyped Shoe Story Retold By Rumplestiltskin
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Cinderella whose life was a classic mess of tragedy and manipulation. Her mother had died, and her father—who did exist and then promptly died too—left her at the mercy of her stepmother. And what a gem this woman was! Stepmom swooped in with her two obnoxious daughters and turned Cinderella into the household drudge.
Cinderella wasn’t just sweeping floors and doing chores—no, this was straight-up exploitation. The girl was sleeping in the ashes by the fireplace and wearing tattered rags while her stepsisters pranced around in gowns, eating bonbons or whatever people did in old-timey fairy tales.
Now, here’s where things get interesting. Cinderella, despite all the cruelty, didn’t snap. She didn’t set their closets on fire or booby-trap their shoes. Instead, she cried on the regular but remained gentle and kind. Honestly, if this was me, those stepsisters would’ve woken up to a frog in their teacups at least once.
But here comes the plot twist—her fairy godmother shows up, magically producing a sparkling dress, glass slippers, and a pumpkin carriage. Oh, and she does all this with one condition: Cinderella must be home before midnight because, apparently, the magic runs on a timer. Real convenient, huh?
At the royal ball, Cinderella captivates everyone, including the prince. But let’s pause here. They don’t really talk at this thing. The prince sees a pretty girl and says, “Yup, that’s the one.” Deep connection? Meaningful conversations? Forget it. It’s all about appearances, baby!
The clock strikes midnight, and Cinderella flees, leaving behind one of her famous glass slippers. Enter the prince, who decides the best way to find his mystery woman is not to remember her face but to track her down using a shoe. Because clearly, there’s only one woman in the entire kingdom who wears that size.
When the shoe finally gets to Cinderella’s house, her stepsisters try to cram their feet into it like it’s some kind of medieval TikTok challenge. But surprise, surprise—it doesn’t fit. Cinderella tries it on, and voilà , it’s a perfect match. Suddenly, everyone who ignored her before realizes she’s royalty material, and the prince whisks her away to live happily ever after.
➡ The Takeaway
The original Cinderella is less about romance and more about enduring hardships and waiting for the universe (or a fairy godmother) to throw you a lifeline. Sure, she gets her happy ending, but only after a lifetime of suffering and some seriously questionable logic from the prince.
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(Cinderella’s version of her Story)
Oh, so we’re just airing out dirty laundry now, are we, Rumple? Fine. Let’s get one thing straight before you twist my story into some circus sideshow for your amusement.
You think I’m some sweet little girl who got lucky because a fairy godmother waved her wand? That I waltzed into a ball, caught a prince’s eye, and got my happy ending? Wrong. That’s the bedtime version, the sanitized fairy tale everyone wishes was true. What really happened? Grab your spinning wheel, Rumple, because this thread’s about to get tangled.
I was nothing in my own home. My stepmother turned me into her personal servant, and my stepsisters? Oh, they treated me like dirt under their fancy slippers. I wasn’t dreaming of princes or castles—I was just trying to survive. When the invitation came for the royal masquerade, it wasn’t hope I felt; it was bitterness. They got to go. I didn’t.
But then, the strangest thing happened. A mysterious woman appeared. Not some sparkly, sweet “fairy godmother.” No, she was sharp, commanding, and far too powerful to be meddling with someone like me. She didn’t ask what I wanted—she told me I was going to the ball, whether I liked it or not. And she didn’t just give me a gown and a carriage. She gave me something I didn’t even know I needed: a chance.
The masquerade was magnificent—silk, chandeliers, masks hiding secrets. It felt like stepping into a dream, but dreams have shadows. I danced with the prince, and for a moment, I believed the magic. Until midnight struck. The masks came off, and so did the illusions. The prince wasn’t a savior; he was a predator. And that glittering ballroom? It turned into a blood-soaked nightmare.
I ran, Rumple. Not because I was scared of the prince rejecting me, but because I was running for my life. And here’s the part they don’t tell you: I didn’t escape alone. A group of warriors—Day Walkers—found me and saved me from a fate worse than death. They didn’t do it with wands or wishes. They did it with fire, steel, and unshakable resolve.
So no, I’m not your fairy tale princess. I didn’t get a glass slipper. I got scars. I didn’t fall in love. I fell into a fight for survival. And I didn’t get a fake fairytale happy ending back then. But I did get power, purpose, and a second chance to write my own story.
➡ The Takeaway
Cinderella’s story didn’t end the way you think it did. No glass slipper, no prince on a white horse. In this version, she’s a DayWalker, forged in the flames of betrayal and vengeance. She didn’t just survive—she turned the tables and made her own fate. When the prince turned into a vampire, she got the power to shatter her own story and rewrite it. And guess what? The DayWalkers don’t do glass slippers—they do blood, power, and immortality. The prince? Yeah, well, he’s probably ashes by now.
Lesson? Don’t be fooled by fairy tales. They’re a lot darker than you think. You want a happy ending? You make it happen yourself.
RUMPLESTILSKIN claps back on Cinderella’s Version of her Story
Oh, now this is rich. Cinderella, the girl who couldn’t wait to get out of there before the clock struck twelve—and let’s not even get started on how she was screeching like a banshee the second the prince revealed himself. Cool and calm, my foot. She was a mess, okay? A total wreck.
You wanna talk about “surviving”? I watched it all from the shadows. This “badass” chick was freaking out at the sight of a couple of bloodsuckers, and she did everything except trip over her own shoes while she ran. Forget the whole “I was cool” act—she wasn’t just running from the prince, she was running from her own fear! Not that I blame her, of course. Who wouldn’t panic when a vampire prince and his vamp army reveal themselves at a masquerade?
And then she’s trying to act all tough and mysterious, talking about how she’s a DayWalker now. Pfft, sure, whatever, honey. You were saved by the DayWalkers, yeah, and they gave you that little elixir, but you weren’t so much “cool” as “lucky”—very lucky—because that bite? That wasn’t going to turn you into a vampire, but it was definitely going to be your downfall if they didn’t swoop in and stop it. You should’ve been ash by now, sweetheart.
Let’s not forget, when you finally made it outside the ball, you thought you were safe—just standing there, thinking the coast was clear. And bam! Some random vampire chomps down on you. Who looked like a hero then, huh? Not you, Cinderella.
And then, of course, the DayWalkers show up at the last second, right when you were about to get seriously turned into a piece of vampire bait. Yeah, they made sure you didn’t turn into one of those NightStalkers. But you know what? They should’ve just let you turn. Might have taught you a thing or two about surviving without relying on a bunch of guardians to clean up your mess.
So now? You’re this super-powered DayWalker—but let’s be real here. You’re just a girl who got a lucky break.
And what about that so-called vampire prince? I bet you’re still obsessing over him, aren't you? You know, if the DayWalkers already turned him to dust, he probably deserved it. But hey, you probably would’ve fallen in love with him anyway—after he almost turned you into his personal snack, of course. Some princess, huh?
But hey, I’m not here to judge… just here to remind you how great you think you’re doing, all tough and scary with your DayWalker powers and your “surviving” crap. You just barely made it out alive. So next time, Cinderella, maybe don’t try to play it cool when you’re running from the real monsters.
But hey, at least now you have that DayWalker edge. Enjoy that sun without it burning you to a crisp, princess. You’ve earned that. Or maybe... not so much.
➡ The Takeaway
Let’s keep it real, folks. Cinderella’s “cool” act is way overrated. She screamed, she ran, and if the DayWalkers didn’t step in, she would’ve been a vampire’s midnight snack. But hey, now she’s got those shiny new powers, so she can pretend to be tough and mysterious. The prince? Yeah, he’s probably in ashes—but you know what? That whole “love story” was just part of the fractured fairy tale. Don’t believe the hype, kids. Sometimes, the hero is just lucky enough to survive long enough to tell the tale.
CINDERELLAS TURN
Oh, so now Rumplestiltskin thinks he’s got the right to mock me? The one who managed to outsmart a vampire prince and survive a masquerade of terror while he was still hiding in the shadows like some creepy little imp? Please. Let me give you a little reality check, Rumple—because clearly, you’ve been enjoying your chaos a little too much.
First off, let’s talk about how you love to poke at everyone’s weaknesses from the comfort of your little twisted corner of the world. You think it’s cute, don’t you? Messing with people’s stories, playing the villain, sabotaging things just because it makes your miserable little existence feel important? Oh, I get it. You love it. But here’s the thing: while you’ve been stuck in your miserable spiral of madness, I’ve been getting stronger. You think I’m just some helpless girl running around like a crazy person? Let me break it to you—I’ve never been more powerful in my life.
You wanna mock me for running? Fine. But guess what? I ran because I was fighting for my life, fighting for my survival—not like you, sitting around whining about your fractured little fairytale, trying to find a way to break everything you touch. Yeah, I screamed, and I ran. But when the clock hit midnight and the prince turned out to be a bloodsucker—who wouldn’t? You wouldn’t have even lasted five minutes in my shoes, Rumple. You’d be pinned to the wall by the first vampire you tried to talk your nonsense to.
And that elixir the DayWalkers gave me? Yeah, you didn’t see that coming, did you? You thought I’d be a pile of dust by now. But here I am—stronger than ever, not one of your little pawns to be manipulated. I fought, Rumple. I survived. You, on the other hand, seem to think that chaos and manipulation are the same as victory. Newsflash: sometimes it’s the ones who keep their cool, keep their head in the game, that actually win in the end.
And you wanna talk about my prince? Pfft. You really think I’m still swooning over him, don’t you? Newsflash—the guy is a vampire. And even though he’s gone, he’s part of my past, just like the rest of the drama you keep throwing at me. Sure, maybe I didn’t get to destroy him, but I got away—and you know what that means? I survived while you’re still out here, playing your same old miserable games.
So next time, before you take a swing at me, why don’t you look in the mirror, Rumplestiltskin? Because while you’re busy breaking fairytales, I’m making mine into something new, something better. You’re not the one who decides my fate anymore—I do. And it’s time you learned that.
➡ The Takeaway
Here’s the thing, folks: don’t let the chaos of a fractured fairytale make you think you’re weak. Cinderella isn’t some damsel in distress, and the so-called villains don’t always win. She fought back, survived, and leveled up—no thanks to Rumplestiltskin’s little brand of madness. So, if you’re out there and life’s throwing curveballs your way, just remember—you get to decide how the story ends. And Cinderella? She’s rewriting hers. Watch out, world.
Oh no, wait—someone stop her!
Cinderella just stormed into the Immortal Gazette studio, and now she’s got Rumplestiltskin pinned on the ground! He’s squealing something about “it was just a joke!” but oh no, the DayWalker isn’t buying it. That’s right, folks—never underestimate this DayWalker. Cinderella’s not just rewriting her story—she’s making sure Rumple knows who’s really in charge.
Someone grab the popcorn! This is going to be good.
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