we're not coming home 'til he's dead

[athleticallyinclined]

[ And he's dead.

The Beast is dead, and Gaston is celebrating. Immediately after the trial he goes to the dining room to decorate, using ideas from Louis' Mardi Gras party, various weddings he's attended, and his own hunting lodge as inspiration. There are candles on the centers of the tables, colorful banners and streamers draped around the room, and of course, antlers on the walls. The tables have tablecloths and real plates and cutlery. The only food available is meat, eggs, and beer, of course, but there's no shortage of any of it, and the meat at least smells amazing.

It's all surprisingly tasteful? At least until you look up to the banner above the buffet table. ]

HAPPY BEAST DEATH DAY

[ And in smaller letters underneath: ]

THANK YOU PRINCE KIT FOR YOUR SACRIFICE

[ Everyone gets personalized, handwritten invitations shortly after the trial.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒞𝑜𝓇𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝐼𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹

𝒯𝑜 𝒶 𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓉

𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝒞𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉'𝓈 𝒪𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓂𝑒

𝒟𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑅𝑜𝑜𝓂

𝟩 𝒫𝑀

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[stanbyme]

[Hey, little Staniel doesn’t deserve that!

Stan yells and goes for a leg sweep to drop Gaston to the floor, aiming another punch straight at his nose with full intent to break.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ He stumbles, but doesn't fall, and Stan's punch hits his mouth instead of his nose. The lip bursts and Gaston spits out a tooth, glaring at Stan. ]

You'll regret this!

[ He aims a punch for Stan's face, attempting to break his glasses. Instead, the glasses fly off and across the room. ]

[stanbyme]

[Joke’s on you, Gaston, with his cataracts he doesn’t need his glasses anyway!

He trusts Mabel to grab them for him.

But now he’s free to go in for a headbutt, so, win win.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ The headbutt dazes him briefly, and Gaston blinks, then shakes it off. His face twists in rage and he leans forward to bite Stan's giant ear.

Unfortunately, the skin on his ear is as tough as the rest of him. The bite barely breaks skin, and Gaston jerks back almost immediately, spitting in distaste. ]

Ugh! You taste as bad as you smell, old man!

[stanbyme]

[When he’s bitten, it stings, and he lets out a cry like a wounded animal. He picks Gaston up off the ground by the collar and slams him onto the table, heedless of any food, cutlery, or candles that may get turned into casualties as a result.]

You ain’t a rose garden yourself, ya pansy!

[And he winds up and hits him with knockout force.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Old Man Strength is real.

Before Gaston can recover from the horrifying taste of Stan's ear, he finds himself lifted and then slammed back onto a nearby table, sending plates and utensils crashing to the floor. He's just about to yell back and push Stan off with all his strength when the punch connects and everything goes black. ]

[stanbyme]

[nighty night, bitch!!

Stan waits to see if he’s really out, before he sighs, shoulders deflating as he uses his hand to comb back the silver curls that started to fall out of his hair tie. He looks up with a grin.]

...Enjoy that, ya big hairball.