Mick the Ick had a look of panic on his devilish face, but it quickly changed to a smirk when he saw Chloe's lilywhite flesh. "You wanna play that game, little girl?! How about I give you a taste of my yick!"

The towering pin-thin demon inhaled deeply and exhaled a heavy breath of smog in her face. Chloe's eyes started watering from his disgusting exhume and she brushed it away. "You smell worse than my chain smoking Aunt Clara," Chloe exclaimed. "And she's only got one lung!"

"I don't have luuuunnngs," Mick the Ick said, "But you do!"

Chloe moved to run away from the disgusting fumes, but as she did, there was a tickle in her lungs. "What's wrong, child?" Rosemary demanded before Chloe coughed hard.

She dropped to her knees, hacking away. She pounded the floor of Jawesome's belly.

"Queen Annabelle!" Ramone said with his hooves held to his face in fear.

Mick the Ick snickered mischievously. "For a kiddly widdly who talks such a big game, you sure couldn't handle your first smoke!"

Chloe dry heaved and rose to her feet. The room was a bit wobbly after she had swallowed the smog.

A smirk was on her face. "I'm not ready to be a casino wine aunt just yet, old smokey!"

"I hope you know what you're doing," Rosemary said with a hint of concern in her voice. "He's a living disease and you're just a mortal!"

Chloe nodded. "I'm sure a million people in this world would love to punch a life threatening disease in the face and I'm gonna be that girl!"

Mick the Ick wasted no time breathing more fumes of smog in Chloe's face, but this time, she was ready. She ran as fast as she could around the room, Rosemary's demonic energy surging through the veins in her legs. "What are you planning on doing?" Rosemary demanded as Chloe ran around the monster's spindly legs.

"Improvising!" Chloe said with a wink.

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"You're not gonna give him vertigo!" Rosemary snapped. "He gives others vertigo with his breath!"

"Yeah and we're gonna do something about that," Chloe said with a smile. She dashed straight to Ramone and Luna who were watching with a worry on their faces. "Hey Rammy," she said slyly. "Remember when we went to that resort restaurant?!"

"Ah yes," Ramone nodded with a confused look his face. "With that handsome waiter who wouldn't give me the time of day? Why must you dredge up such cruel memories?"

"Well," Chloe said with a clever grin. "Did ya pocket the after dinner breath mints?"

"Of course!" Ramone said. "Palm leaf salad always gives me bad breath and no classy animal should ever have horse breath!"

Chloe raised an eyebrow. "Got any more?"

"Yeah," Ramone said reaching in his pockets. "One more, Lady Annabell, but why?!"

He pulled one out and balanced it on his hoofs. It was spiralling red and white peppermint.

"Time's up!" Mick the Ick rasped from behind. The plague demon wound himself up with a deep breath, ready to breath fumes in all of their faces.

"Good heavens!" Ramone screamed. "He's really got our goat this time!"

Chloe's eyes glinted with a catlike smile curled on her face. She snatched the mint and right before the monster breathed toxic smog, she hurled it in his mouth. Mick the Ick's jet black head turned a bright white. His eyes bulged in horror as he swallowed the minty morsel. His whole body recoiled and he tumbled backwards as he choked in an even sicker way than Chloe.

"Queen Annabell!" Ramone smiled. "That was smashingly smart! I would have totally thought of something like that myself!"

"I wouldn't," Luna said with a vacant smile. "Or if I did I'd probably forget it!"

"I learned from the best, Rammy!" Chloe grinned. "You're so clever that I started to think of ways I could defeat this monster!"

"Well now," Ramone said with a broad grin. "I'm glad to have rubbed off on you."

Mick the Ick weezed loudly. His body turned a ghastly shade of pale. Chloe looked over to him. "Probablg best to finish off this nuisance and cure Jawesome."

She strolled over to the now docile plague demon as he wretched on the floor. "Well, well," she smiled before kicking the monster. "It seems quite easier to kick smoking than people make it seem."

She giggled at her own joke. Mick continued to anemically weeze. He was truly pathetic now to the young queen.

"You...Queen Annabelle..." he choked sounding incredibly sick.

"Eh?" Chloe said, walking over to the sickly demon.

"Your...parents..." Mick said, struggling to get the words out. "Your parents..."

Chloe pursed her lips. Her eyes widened. She had not heard of her mom and dad since she was back in the Mainland. They had fallen to Fienmond so long ago that now they were only a distant memory.

"What about my parents?" Chloe asked.

Mick raised a spindly claw up to her, and grasped around her neck, threatening to choke her to death. "You will end up like your parents!" he screamed. "If my smog can't choke you, I'll do it myself!"