Once Upon a Bingo
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"Papa, I think I need a break," Baelfire moaned after a long, hard day of work. He tried to turn around and walk out of the kitchen, but Rumpelstiltskin stopped him and dragged him back to their spot.
"Nope, you haven't earn it, yet," Rumpelstiltskin replied, and he pointed at the kitchen counter. Set on the kitchen counter was a knife and an onion, and Rumpelstiltskin wanted Baelfire to use his mind to lift up the knife and chop the onion. After Rumpelstiltskin aquired his magical powers, he wanted to pass down that ability to his son, but Baelfire just couldn't get it right... or he wasn't trying. One of the two. Every time he tried to lift the knife with his mind to chop the onions, he just ended up chopping the two of them up, instead. If Rumpelstiltskin didn't have his own magical powers to mend the wounds, they would have been covered in from head to toe in blood. "Now, once more, with feeling."
Baelfire sighed. He stared at the stupid knife that he had been staring at all day long. He had every detail of it memorized, by now. He successfully lifted it up with his mind, and he started cutting away at... his father's forehead. "Stop, stop!" Rumpelstiltskin gasped. He grabbed ahold of the knife's handle with one hand, and he magically repaired his forehead with his other hand, simply by rolling his hand over the cuts. His forehead looked like new.
"You see? I'm just not cut out for this," Baelfire groaned, and he turned away from his father and out of the kitchen.
"No! I won't stand for that negativity!" Rumpelstiltskin yelled after his son, but his son chose to ignore him. Rumpelstiltskin did not like to be ignored, so he followed his son out into the garden.
"Bae! Bae! Baelfire!" Baelfire didn't respond. "You don't ignore me! I am your father!" And Rumpelstiltskin lifted his hand and moved it in a circular motion. Baelfire was forced to stop walking away and to turn around and look up at his father. Rumpelstiltskin kept his hand up in order to keep Bae from moving.
"You know I hate it when you use magic!" Baelfire yelled.
"You know I hate it when you ignore me," Rumpelstiltskin snarled. Baelfire fought with all his physical strength to break free from his father's magical grasp, but it was no use. Baelfire's arms and legs were no match to his father's magical powers. Baelfire didn't want to resort to this, but he channeled the magic his father had given him earlier that day. He used it to override his dad's grasp. Baelfire and Rumpelstiltskin both fell back.
"Very well, you have proven to me that you are very capable of using those powers," Rumpelstiltskin said, standing up and brushing off the dirt from his clothes. He turned back around towards their little cottage house, leaving his son in peace in the garden. Eventually, Baelfire ran out of the powers his father had given him, and Rumpelstiltskin never gave him more. He disliked it when his own power was used against him.
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"Papa, I think I need a break," Baelfire moaned after a long, hard day of work. He tried to turn around and walk out of the kitchen, but Rumpelstiltskin stopped him and dragged him back to their spot.
"Nope, you haven't earn it, yet," Rumpelstiltskin replied, and he pointed at the kitchen counter. Set on the kitchen counter was a knife and an onion, and Rumpelstiltskin wanted Baelfire to use his mind to lift up the knife and chop the onion. After Rumpelstiltskin aquired his magical powers, he wanted to pass down that ability to his son, but Baelfire just couldn't get it right... or he wasn't trying. One of the two. Every time he tried to lift the knife with his mind to chop the onions, he just ended up chopping the two of them up, instead. If Rumpelstiltskin didn't have his own magical powers to mend the wounds, they would have been covered in from head to toe in blood. "Now, once more, with feeling."
Baelfire sighed. He stared at the stupid knife that he had been staring at all day long. He had every detail of it memorized, by now. He successfully lifted it up with his mind, and he started cutting away at... his father's forehead. "Stop, stop!" Rumpelstiltskin gasped. He grabbed ahold of the knife's handle with one hand, and he magically repaired his forehead with his other hand, simply by rolling his hand over the cuts. His forehead looked like new.
"You see? I'm just not cut out for this," Baelfire groaned, and he turned away from his father and out of the kitchen.
"No! I won't stand for that negativity!" Rumpelstiltskin yelled after his son, but his son chose to ignore him. Rumpelstiltskin did not like to be ignored, so he followed his son out into the garden.
"Bae! Bae! Baelfire!" Baelfire didn't respond. "You don't ignore me! I am your father!" And Rumpelstiltskin lifted his hand and moved it in a circular motion. Baelfire was forced to stop walking away and to turn around and look up at his father. Rumpelstiltskin kept his hand up in order to keep Bae from moving.
"You know I hate it when you use magic!" Baelfire yelled.
"You know I hate it when you ignore me," Rumpelstiltskin snarled. Baelfire fought with all his physical strength to break free from his father's magical grasp, but it was no use. Baelfire's arms and legs were no match to his father's magical powers. Baelfire didn't want to resort to this, but he channeled the magic his father had given him earlier that day. He used it to override his dad's grasp. Baelfire and Rumpelstiltskin both fell back.
"Very well, you have proven to me that you are very capable of using those powers," Rumpelstiltskin said, standing up and brushing off the dirt from his clothes. He turned back around towards their little cottage house, leaving his son in peace in the garden. Eventually, Baelfire ran out of the powers his father had given him, and Rumpelstiltskin never gave him more. He disliked it when his own power was used against him.
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