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Emperor Belos had been acting strange lately. He would consistently mutter to himself, although that was normal for him, it was more than usual. Belos had also been locking himself in the throne room most days, sometimes staying there for hours. Oh, what was this poor old man going through. Hunter just wanted to help his uncle in any way he could. He was sure the curse was the reason Belos locked himself in the throne room.
While Hunter worried for his uncle, Belos was hallucinating shit, such as his dead brother. It’d always pissed him off how Caleb would just stand there, staring at Belos with that same disappointing look on his face. He really wanted to stab him again. This man, i swear to god AJSJAJS. The hallucinations had REALLY gotten to Belos the past few years, and he was going insane. So insane that he’s convinced himself he’s preppy.
He dyed his hair to a lighter blonde, with streaks of pink. He now wears makeup, with eyelash extensions and a faint pink lipstick, and often wears a pink ribbon on his head. He also wears a heart on his cheek, but never on his sleeve. Bro does not wanna taste defeat. He’s so normal.
Belos started twirling around in the throne room, feeling more preppy. He looked over to that same hallucination of Caleb that he’d seen for so long. “Don’t judge me.” he scoffed. “At least i’m feeling ALIVE, unlike you.” Belos smirked at his own comment; he knew he had a big ego. He didn’t know why Caleb’s expression made it seem like such a big deal, though. He then frowned. “If you’re just going to stare at me with that dead expression, say something. It angers me.” Caleb kept staring, not saying a word and Belos turned around with a “Hmph”. His head was starting to hurt; it hurt so badly he hallucinated his younger self. “Oh lord…” he mumbled.
“Why are you wearing makeup?” a squeaky british voice spoke. “And why are you so old…” it said.
“SHUT UP!” Belos shouted. “I’M ELECTRA HEART.” This guy needs to get himself together, man. Caleb continued staring at Belos with that same look. “WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?” he yelled. “SAY SOMETHING!” As you would expect, no response from Caleb. “AAAUGHH!” Belos held his hands on the sides on his head, and began muttering to himself. “I’m Electra Heart, i’m Electra Heart, i’m Electra Heart…lights…they blind me…”
The tiny thing known as Kid Belos tugged on Belos’ cape, and Belos immediately turned around and stared down at it. “I think you need a therapist.” Kid Belos spoke. Belos stared down at Kid Belos for a few seconds before kicking Kid Belos in the stomach. Kid Belos fell to the ground in tears. “IS THIS BECAUSE I’M ALWAYS IN THE PISS CORNER?” it sobbed, holding its stomach while it curled up on the ground.
“Don’t you DARE remind me of that corner…” Belos snapped. He shivered at the thought of the piss corner. He’d constantly get bullied by other kids there, mostly for having no parents because he was an ORPHAN. Kid Belos continued crying on the floor, and it just pissed Belos off more. He tried his best to ignore it, ultimately failing. Belos let out a loud yell of frustration, clearly annoyed at the tiny orphan in front of him. “It’s okay…” Belos reassured himself. “You have a whole fan base with thousands of fans who simp for you…” He looked back to Kid Belos, whose crying had slowed down. “You deserved to be in that piss corner tbh.” he said to it.
Kid Belos frowned, and it looked like he was about to cry again, but he smiled. “Maybe you’re right…heh…i guess i did deserve it…” Belos ended up kicking it again, pissed off that the tiny thing would even say that. It does NOT have the starring role of this fic…
“The wasted years…” Belos muttered to himself, hands on his head again. “The wasted YOUTH…” What is he going on about.
While all this was happening, Hunter had been listening to Belos’ shenanigans from behind the doors. He was utterly confused, why was Belos talking to himself? He probably isn’t well (he’s never well). He decided to knock on the doors, which made Belos jump from his little teen idle moment. He opened one of the doors and peeked out, seeing Hunter outside.
“Uncle! I’ve been so worried, i didn’t know if you were okay or the curse was in effect and-” Hunter stopped himself when he got a glimpse of Belos. “Are you…wearing makeup?” he asked quietly. Oh god, his uncle had lost all sanity. I did too while writing this fic. Belos’ eyes widened and he pulled Hunter into the throne room.
“Finally Caleb, you’re speaking to me!” Belos said with relief. “I thought you were just gonna stare and ignore me, but FINALLY!”
“What…?” Hunter said confusingly. “Who’s Caleb-” Hunter was stopped when Belos began to speak again.
“Caleb! Quit acting like an idiot, you know who you are.” Hunter stared at him with a confused expression, and began asking more questions.
“Uh, who were you talking to? Before you dragged me in here?” Belos just glared at Hunter with a blank stare, not answering his question. He stared at Hunter for a few moments, not saying anything. Hunter was feeling really awkward right now, considering his uncle was wearing makeup and a ribbon in his hair, and he was just talking to himself not that long ago.
“Caleb…I’m Electra Heart.” Belos finally spoke. “Do you support me…?” This is not a coming out scene, what the fuck Belos.
“What?” Hunter replied.
“I’m Electra Heart.” Belos repeated. Hunter didn’t say anything in response, he just stared at Belos with a concerned look. “Don’t ignore me again, Caleb. You know I hate that!” Belos began to shout.
“My apologies, Belos. I’m just…confused. What the fuck is Electra Heart?” Hunter asked in the most polite way possible.
“ME. I’M ELECTRA HEART.” Belos shouted. “I’M MISS SUGAR PINK!” Hunter was becoming extremely concerned. Belos put his hands on his head again and muttered to himself. “Lights they blind me…”
“W-what was that…?” Hunter asked. Belos snapped his head towards Hunter and his arm then fell off. Uh oh, the curse!
“LIGHTS! THEY! BLIND! MEEEEEE!!!” Belos roared, and he turned into his cursed form. Now just imagine monster Belos, but preppy.
Hunter stood in horror as he stared at the goopy, preppy mess that was Belos. “Just wait here, i’ll see if we have more palismen in our reserves-” Before Hunter could finish, Belos darted out of the throne room. Whoopsies.
Belos was running down the castle corridors, Hunter chasing after him. “Uncle, wait!” Some scouts were witnessing this, their faces filled with horror and confusion.
I think we can all agree Belos is mentally unstable.
As Belos stormed down the halls of the castle, he suddenly stopped. The small orphan known as Kid Belos stood before him. “Leave me alone!” Belos said in his raspy monster voice.
“Gnarp gnarp.” That was all Kid Belos said before Belos ran over him, crushing the little guy. Saddening.
After running for a few moments, Belos ran into a wall and finally realized what the fuck he was doing. Hunter finally caught up with him, palisman in hand. “Here.” Hunter said as held out the palisman to Belos, and he snatched it. Belos began to inhale it, but suddenly inhaled it out.
“I don’t like this one.” Belos huffed.
“…What.” Hunter said.
“I said I don’t like this one. I want the GOOD STUFF.”
“But, this is the LAST one.”
“FIND ME MORE!” Belos screamed. This man was probably having withdrawals right now.
Belos accidentally knocked Hunter to the ground with his arm when he screamed. More trauma! “WHAT THE FUCK.” Hunter yelled.
“My bad.” Belos said. “I swear I didn’t m-mean it…I just…can’t help that I need it all…” Belos sniffled.
“What are you going on about…” Hunter said confusingly.
Belos suddenly started singing his dead heart out. “YOU SAY THAT I’M KINDA DIFFICULT, BUT IT’S ALWAYS SOMEONE ELSE’S FAULT!” Kid Belos was right, he did need therapy.
Hunter did nothing but stand and watch in horror, as Belos’ voice was terrible, especially since his curse was in effect at the moment.
Belos continued to sing like a dying animal. “WHEN YOU’RE AROUND MEEEE, I’M RADIOACTIVE!”
“UNCLE STOP, YOU SOUND TERRIBLE.” Hunter shouted. Belos darted his head towards Hunter, and kept singing.
“THINK YOU’RE FUNNY? THINK YOU’RE SMART? THINK YOU’RE GONNA BREAK MY HEART??” Belos was practically screaming his heart out, which was causing him to melt. “Oh, that’s not good.”
“Uncle!” Hunter shouted. Unfortunately, there were no more palismen for Belos to get high on, so he melted into a puddle. “NOOO! BELOS!” Hunter’s voice was all Belos heard before he was just a puddle on the ground.
Belos woke up in that in between realm or whatever the fuck it’s called, and he was his younger self, twinkified. He glanced around, confused as fuck. He no longer had his heart on his cheek, IT WAS ON HIS SLEEVE!
“NO, NO!” he panicked. The twink was gonna taste that defeat.
He suddenly heard footsteps, and he looked up. It was Caleb, but the ACTUAL Caleb.
“CALEB! THANK GOODNESS YOU’RE HERE! I knew you’d always be there for me. Right?”
“No no, of course not!” Caleb said.
Philip then died right then and there. He was now dead, dead, dead, dead, and no longer alive-live-live-live.