Goldilocks’s Fractured Fairytale (The Real Version)
So, Goldilocks—who everyone likes to think was just some innocent, curious little thing—had no business in those woods. She stumbles her way into what she thinks is some quaint little cottage, and sure, it might’ve looked sweet from the outside, but inside? It was their den. The home of three monsters who looked like they came straight out of your worst nightmare.
Now, you’re probably picturing bears, right? Maybe a bit big, a bit gruff, but they’re still bears. No, no, no. These things were Bigfoots. They were monstrous, towering over her like predators hunting their prey. Long, matted hair, claws that could rip through stone, and eyes that burned with pure ferocity. They were not the kind of creatures you casually poke around in their house.
But she did. Goldilocks touched everything she shouldn’t have—opened their porridge bowls, sat in their chairs, and lay in their beds—each action more reckless than the last. And by the time they returned, it was already too late. She’d trespassed. She’d stolen their comfort, disturbed their peace. But it wasn’t just the stealing that made them furious—it was the audacity.
And then? That’s when the terror started.
The moment those hulking beasts slammed the door open and came sniffing for her—that was when the fairytale crumbled, turning into something far darker. They didn’t just growl; they howled. The cottage walls trembled with their fury. The whole forest seemed to shudder.
Goldilocks wasn’t just an intruder anymore—she was prey and about to find that out.
The first thing Goldilocks heard was the howling, then she felt the freezing air crawling across her skin. The next thing she heard was a low growl—too close, too menacing. Her eyes flew open just as the air seemed to shift, heavy with the scent of something dark and dangerous. The shadowed figures stood over her, blocking the faint light filtering in from the cracks in the walls.
Before she could react, the first beast struck, a blur of fur and claws. The bed beneath her creaked with the force of its weight, sending her tumbling to the floor. Her heart pounded, panic surging through her as one of the creatures swiped at her, catching her with a glancing blow.
She stumbled back, scrambling to her feet, but it was no use. The room felt smaller with every second. The growls echoed around her, a symphony of menace that closed in from all sides. They weren’t just angry—they were hunting.
Goldilocks’ breath came in sharp, panicked gasps as she made a desperate lunge for the door, but they were already there, blocking her exit. The creatures circled her, each step a heavy thud that sent tremors through the floor.
She knew it was over. Not just the cottage, not just the bears. Her survival. Everything. The heavy shadows closed in, and she realized—this was bad, really really bad.
She ran. Oh, did she run.
Not for some innocent little escape, though. She was running for her life. Those Bigfoot looking animals were fast, faster than anything she’d ever encountered. Their claws tore at the forest floor as they barreled after her, intent on dragging her down. She could hear them getting closer, their roars shaking the trees, their hunger for her tangible.
Goldilocks ran until her legs gave out. She couldn’t keep up the pace. Her vision blurred, her breath ragged. One of the creatures grabbed her—claws sinking into her side, tearing through flesh like it was paper. She screamed, and her legs kicked out, but it didn’t stop the weight of the beast bearing down on her.
That’s when she thought it was over.
But then, boom—a flash of light.
Seraphina Nightshade, the fierce protector, appeared out of nowhere. And instead of letting Goldilocks be another meal, she rescued her. Turned her into a DayWalker. Turned her into a predator herself.
Goldilocks didn’t just heal—she rose. She became part of 4EverMore, taking her place among the immortal warriors. She wasn’t some innocent, helpless girl anymore. She was a survivor. And that gold bear-head charm she wears around her neck? It’s not just for show. No, it’s a reminder—a symbol of what she did to those monsters.
Goldilocks went back into those woods, as a DayWalker, and took care of those monsters, if you catch my drift. Let’s just say they won’t be bothering anyone again.
➡ The Takeaway
DayWalker women? Yeah, they’re the real deal. They don’t mess around, sure they are fun and witty and sarcastic as hell but —they dominate. Mess with them, and you’re not just dealing with sharp teeth or quicker reflexes. You’re dealing with someone who’s been to hell and back and now an immortal being. And as for Goldilocks?
She’s proof that the woods can be far more than just a place of fairy tale terror. They’re a battleground, and if you’re lucky, you might survive. But if you’re unlucky... well, you might end up just another victim of the creatures that haunt the shadows of The World of 4EverMore.
➡ The Takeaway After The Takeaway:
Well, folks, there you have it! Rumplestiltskin telling yet another legendary tale, this time of Goldilocks and her not-so-charming encounter with those bears. You’d expect him to tear her to shreds like he does with just about anyone else, but instead, he laid it all out with a surprising sense of restraint. Could it be that even the Master of Mischief has a soft spot after all? For Goldilocks, of all people? Maybe. But don’t get too comfortable—Rumple’s still a master of twists and turns, and I’m sure his next story will be back to its usual chaotic brilliance. For now, though, let’s just appreciate the rare moment of... compassion.
Goldilocks' Version—Her Response:
Goldilocks took a deep breath, still processing the unexpected turn of Rumplestiltskin’s storytelling. She’d braced herself for the usual sharp edge, the biting sarcasm that made even the strongest of them squirm. But instead, she heard the truth—raw and gritty, but told with a surprising reverence she didn’t expect from him.
"I gotta admit, Rumple," she began, leaning in slightly, "I’m shocked. You didn’t rip me a new one like usual. That’s some top-tier storytelling you’ve got there. And for the record... thanks for not making me sound like a total fool for once." She chuckled, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Guess there's more to you than just the usual chaos, huh?"
She glanced around, making sure the others were still listening. "For the record, you did get the details right, but let’s not forget that it wasn’t just a freak accident. Those bears—or whatever they were—had more sinister plans. If not for Seraphina, I wouldn’t be here. But I’m here now. And you, Rumplestiltskin, gave me the truth—no fluff, no games. So... I’ll give credit where it’s due."
She paused, her eyes flashing with the weight of years that had gone by. "And for those of you who think I’m some innocent little girl who wandered into the woods, think again. I’ve been here a long time. Older than I look. The Goldilocks from the story? She's long gone. What’s left is a woman who’s seen more of this world than most could dream of. I’ve walked through ages in 4EverMore, fought my battles, and learned to survive. I'm not just a girl anymore... I am what time has made me."
Her voice dropped to a whisper, but her confidence was unmistakable, a reminder that she was far from the innocent character the fairytale had painted her to be.
She paused, offering him a rare, knowing look. "Well played."
Rumplestiltskin’s Response:
Rumplestiltskin leaned back, his eyes narrowing with a rare moment of thoughtfulness. “Goldilocks,” he began, his voice carrying an edge that was more reflective than usual, “there’s something about your story... something that gets to me in a way I don’t like to admit.”
He paused, a flicker of something unreadable flashing in his gaze. “You’ve been through more than most. Not many can emotionally survive what you did at that age. And for that? You’ve earned a bit of respect.”
His smirk returned, but it lacked the usual bite, replaced by a quiet acknowledgment. "Don’t go thinking you’ve won me over. I may not be ripping you apart today—no pun intended—but there’s always tomorrow. The game’s always shifting, sweetheart.”
He gave a small, almost imperceptible chuckle, his eyes gleaming with a hint of something darker. “But for today? Well, today’s a different story.”
➡ The Takeaway:
Well, there you have it, folks. Rumplestiltskin, not his usual sharp-tongued self, giving Goldilocks a rare moment of respect. Don’t get too comfy though. We all know how this guy operates— he’s the master of turning on you when you least expect it. For today, he’s playing nice. But trust me, tomorrow’s a different story.
As for Goldilocks, she might’ve dodged a bullet this time. But I think she knows something Rumplestiltskin never expected her to know, and let’s just say -- it must be a game changer if its true. Whether he’ll ever admit it, only time will tell. For now, though, enjoy this rare moment of peace in the chaotic World of 4EverMore.
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