[ WP ] Write a short story whilst including as many fairy tales as you can .

Lighting struck upon a stormy shore lighting up the crumbing mansion at the edge of the beach line. 
 
 Upon the door was a rusting silver plate. *Macabre Labyrinth and Robert Skellington: Tale Chaser*. It read. 
 
 Inside was a study, packed floor to ceiling with tattered sheets of paper and dogeared books. There was a desk somewhere, buried beneath all of the paper, but it had not been seen for a good ten years or so. Instead the Gothic comrades used piles of books to lean on. 
 
 They were sat in this study, on this stormy light. The room was illuminated not just by the sporadic flashes of lightning, but also by melting candle light. 
 
 The boys were sat in matching, but different colored arm chairs. Macabre's was sleek black satin, Robert's was soft wine velvet. 
 
 They're appearances were as similar yet different as their chairs. Macabre was tall and lanky, but incredibly handsome. His chocolate hair was long and wavy and his black jeans were tight. He would never button his shirt further than the top of his stomach and rings adorned each finger. 
 
 Robert on the other hand was vampiric, but gentle looking. His black hair was shoulder length and messy, as if it had just bee ruffled. He wore a cape, for no fashion reason, but rather because he liked feeling mysterious. His skeleton printed jumper was over sized, accentuating the height difference between him and his counterpart. 
 
 Macabre was drinking wine. It was dark and almost the color of blood. It was elegant and mysterious looking. The drink of Tale Chaser's. Robert was drinking hot cocoa. With little marshmallows. 
 
 `` Do you remember that Scarlette girl?'' Macabre asked suddenly. 
 
 Robert nodded sipping at his cocoa sadly. `` Scarlette Schmall? Yeah I remember her. That was a sad case. I was so sure it was that guy Lupin or Lapin or whatever his name was. But to find out that she had been the one to kill her grandmother, and that the shock had meant she forgot. It was so sad when we had to tell her the truth''. 
 
 Macabre nodded somberly, although a smirk played on his lips. Macabre was a psychopath, he loved these cases, loved when they were gruesome and sad. Robert had grown accustomed to it long ago. 
 
 `` Do you remember that girl Apple?'' He asked leaning in, excited now. He always loved to chat about their old cases. 
 
 Robert nodded again. `` Ran away from home. Abusive stepmother. Taken in by those seven guys. Poor girl. Got herself into a really bad situation there, drug mule, exploitation. Overdosed in the end. Or no did he stepmother actually poison her?'' 
 
 Macabre nodded emphatically `` She did Bobby, She did! Can you believe it? She ran away, she lived with those... scum and still her stepmother got to her''. 
 
 `` Sad really'' Robert said, sipping at his cocoa timidly. He was n't really in the mood for little marshmallows any more. He hated remembering the sad cases. But it made Macabre happy and Robert loved making him happy. 
 
 `` What about those three gay guys?'' Macabre asked no longer grinning, his face twisted in thought. 
 
 `` Bears'' Robert said `` They called themselves Bears''. 
 
 `` Yes, yes whatever'' Macabre said brushing off the fact `` Who'd have thought it? 
 That little Loxie girl. A thief! And everyone thought she was so innocent''. 
 
 Robert smiled, genuinely this time. He had enjoyed that case. It had been good to put someone behind bars who deserved it. And no one was dead. 
 
 `` Remember Pan?'' Macabre said, eyes glinting. 
 
 Robert almost choked. That had been their worst case. Serial killer. He'd killed young girls and boys, between the ages of 6 and 12. It was estimated that the death toll was in the hundreds if not the thousands. They had caught him aged 55 but his first murder was committed at the age of 12. At least that was the first murder he had confessed to. 
 
 `` Yes'' Robert said, somberly, his voice clipped to show Macabre that he was done with this discussion. 
 
 `` Something wrong, Bobby?'' Macabre asked, concerned. He cared about Robert a lot and did not want him to be upset. 
 
 `` I'm fine'' He said, tiredly `` It just seems as if more people die than we save''. 
 
 Macabre tugged at Roberts hand, pulling him to his feet. The shorter man stumbled over the Macabre's chair, where he was pulled down onto the taller man's knee. He curled up, snuggling close to his partner. 
 
 `` We save a lot of people Bobby'' Macabre said. 
 
 `` Remember Cindy? We got her away from her step mother, and we helped fix her up with that Prince. And Zel. You know the kidnap victim. Had been locked up for years by some random Wicca women, we got her out. And we got Rumple locked up. You know that baby stealing con man? We do good, Bobby, we help people''. 
 
 Robert drew further into himself, wiping at the tears that had formed in his eyes. Sadness softened Macabre's features and he wrapped his arms tightly around his lover. He hated seeing Robert cry. 
 
 `` You're right Macabre'' Robert sniffled `` We're the good guys. We're Tale Chasers''. 

