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⇒ Be The Narrator
On a distant planet, there were two countries—
Well, actually there were more than that, but they aren’t important.
The yellow country, named Prospit, and the purple country, known as Derse. The two countries were notable enemies, one of them full of privileged civilians and the other with mistreated ones, caused by their ruler and her successors. The dersians envied the prospitians for what they had, while the prospitians often bragged about their spoiled asses and the goodness of their ruler. The residents of the purple country already tried a rebellion a few times, but all of them failed, leading to the cruel death of many.
Of course, there were some pacifists and kind-hearted people here and there, but their reasoning usually fell on deaf ears. The families who ruled the countries have a historical platonic rivalry, which was kept for generations. It’s a surprise that these two countries haven’t declared war on the other yet, though that may not last too long.
This brings us to where we are now.
⇒ Be the Prospitian Prince
Your name is KURLOZ MAKARA, and you are the PRINCE OF PROSPIT. And yes, despite the title of prince, you’re the motherfucker in charge of this whole country. You live in a giant castle with the colors of your country and your blood color — purple. A DARK shade of purple, far from the one that represents the country of Derse. Unlike those BLASPHEMOUS MOTHERFUCKERS, your blood is noble, your color was a gift from the Messiah to you, and you’re all up and glad for that gift.
You walk around the hallway, walls covered with flags of yellow and purple colors, each of them displaying a different sign. Those signs, your father once told you, represent the elements that created your universe. Your steps echo through the silent hall as you make your way to the dinner room. To your demise, you’ve got an important meeting to attend. And it’s with the motherfucking PRINCESS OF DERSE of all people. You don’t know what the lady wants, but it mustn’t be good, you think.
You let out a loud sigh and opened the doors to the fancy dinner room. She hasn’t arrived yet. Good. You walk to the table and one of the servants pulls a chair for you to sit. They bowed to you and left. You, as the prince, sit at the single chair at the very end of the table. Other servants here and there move around with the food, and while the enemy princess doesn’t arrive, you take your time to think a bit. You rest your chin on your hand and think about your life so far.
Unlike popular thought, being royalty is actually very BORING. You just sit all day in your throne while servants do things for you, and from time to time you have uninteresting meetings to attend, such as this one. You wonder how it feels like to be a common civilian, living a normal life in the city, or the country. As a Makara, you have always been destined to become the ruler. You’ve been in charge ever since you turned 8 sweeps, where your father has abdicated the throne for you to take place. He’s still alive, and now that he’s retired from this life as a ruler, he gets to do whatever he pleases. He’s free.
You hadn’t been a prince for very long. You took the throne after turning 8, and now you’re 11. A very young ruler. The princess seems to be around your age, but you know fate won’t be so kind to her when she has a heiress. You see, while in your country the throne is merely abdicated when the heir turns eight, in Derse things are quite different. You heard the heiress has to fight the current ruler, which will end in the death of one of them. If her heiress comes while she’s still so, so young, there is a chance that she won’t last long as the princess.
A part of you hopes that she dies.
Your thoughts are interrupted by the two large doors opening, and there she is. Alongside her guards, the princess of Derse walks towards you, all dresses in magenta and fuchsia glory. She smiles widely, revealing her sharp teeth. Big pink eyes shine under those glasses, and she doesn’t seem bothered by her hair and dress hitting the floor.
“Yo, Makara! Long time no see.” She shouts and waves with her hand that isn’t holding the trident. Ah yes, that trident. Her and that thing are inseparable . Its shiny gold decorated with fuchsia ribbons makes it look slightly more menacing. Its tips are so sharp, you wonder how many people she culled with it. You get up and walk towards her to give her a handshake.
“‘S a motherfuckin’ pleasure to see ya, Peixes .” You lie. You think it’s no pleasure to see her. You added a bit of sharpness to your tone while saying her surname.
She dismisses her guards, stating that she wanted to talk to you alone. So you do the same with your own guards and servants. She sits across from you, at the very end of the table. This room echoes voices a lot, so it won’t be much trouble to understand her, even if she’s sitting far away from you. Besides, she already talks quite loudly, which lowkey annoys you.
“So,” she took a piece of grubloaf, and didn’t even swallow it before resuming her talking. Gross. “ya must’ve received my letter. And even if ya didn’t, I woulda come here anywaves.” She finished eating the piece and went for another one. You swear you could hear her muttering “woah, this is reel fuckin’ good.”
She cleared her throat. “I came here to porpoise ya somefin. Somefin that…” she rested her chin on her hands that were clasped together. “mighta end this petty rivalry for all. Trust me buoy, it’s such a fintastic idea ya just can’t decline it!” She giggled, a deep sound in her throat.
You raised an eyebrow at that. “Oh? And what the motherfuck is it, princess?”
“Knew that woulda catch yer attention.” She reached for a sip of drink, but immediately spit out. “Eek! Is this fuckin’ Faygo?” She frowned.
You chuckled darkly and smirked, which only deepened her frown. She lifted her sleeve and cleaned her mouth. After that, she put the cup far away from her, a disgusted look on her face. “Doesn’t matter. ANYWAVES!” She shouted. That slightly took you off guard and you jumped a bit. She must’ve noticed because far away you could see that it was her time to smirk. She most likely did that on purpose.
“My idea to end this stupid bullshit that runs in our countries for centuries of sweeps is to… whale, unite our lands, if ya know water I mean.”
“WHAT?” Now it was you who shouted. She can’t be talking about what you’re thinking… no, it can’t be. Can it?
“Yeah shell, ya heard me. Think aboat it, clownface. Sweeps and sweeps of crabshit being reelsolved by shrimply porpoising the otter in red marriage. We don’t even need to act like we’re actshoally married in private. We coulda just make people buy this act and finally getting peace. Ya don’t even needa to call me ‘yer princess’, yet we can rule boat countries togheta! Say, water you think?” Her eyes were glowing, grin spread all over her face, revealing sharp, yet slightly dirty teeth due to the grubloaf she ate. Her fuchsia lipstick smeared across her mouth after cleaning it.
“NO!” You screamed and hit both hands on the table. Hard. Your anger issues are screaming again, almost having full control of you. You mustn’t let that happen. Messiah, you need to meditate.
“…no?” She looks a little taken aback from your response. Clearly it wasn’t what she was expecting. “B-but, we could ju-”
“I DON’T MOTHERFUCKING CARE FOR YOUR SHITTY IDEAS. IF THAT IS THE WAY YA WANT TO ALL UP AND END THIS MOTHERFUCKING GARGABE, THERE’S NO WAY I’M IN, MOTHERFUCKER!” You can feel the rage bubbling inside of you, and from the scared to angry look on Peixes’ face, she seems to be getting mad as well.
“Oh so that’s how you fuckin’ treat me?? After I told you my perfect idea? Shore I knew ya were an basshole, but not an ingrateful bastard!”
That was the last straw.
“Get out.”
“Huh?”
“I said,” you got up so quickly your chair fell down, but you could care less about that now. You angrily walked towards her. She seemed even smaller in this state. “ GET THE MOTHERFUCK OUT, I WANT YOU OUT OF MY VIEWGLOBES RIGHT THIS MOTHERFUCKING INSTANT, OR ELSE I FORCEFULLY WILL MAKE YOU!” You made sure she could feel your wrath through your words.
She got up ungracefully. “Fine! But mark my words Makara, someday I will make somefin that will make ya practically BEG for me to come back to yer sorry clown ass!” She huffed and turned around, throwing the giant doors open and warning her guards that they were leaving.
You sighed, feeling a huge headache coming up. You went on your way to the hallway, leaving the dinner room for the servants to clean later. You don’t wanna face anybody right now. And they know when you’re not in the mood to be messed with. You motherfucking despise her guts — platonically, of course — and then she asks you to be her red wife?? Even if it was just an act, you still couldn’t believe that. You felt disgusted. You put your hand to your forehead and stop your tracks. Through the large window, the two moons shine their gorgeous shades of pink and green respectively. Right, it was time. You do this ritual every night; you get on your knees and pray for your Messiah for a miracle, something to end this for once and for all. So far, nothing. But you won’t give up. Dad didn’t raise a loser, he raised a MOTHERFUCKING CHAMPION.
You get up and give a bow, before walking back to the throne room. You pass by the banners colored purple and yellow, each of them containing a symbol. These symbols, according to your father, represent the twelve elements responsible for forming your universe.
The guards open the two large doors for you and you enter the room. Instead of sitting on the throne, you opt to sit in front of it, deciding to meditate a bit. Being a prince is already very stressful, but that meeting with the princess just made you feel worse. You need to meditate urgently to ease your nerves and headache. When you were younger, you suffered a lot with your anger issues. You got control of that with time, but sometimes it still gets the better of you. You must’ve gotten it from your dad.
Your silence is interrupted by a guard who opened one of the doors, their head poking through the entrance. “Sir? Some jadebloods are here demanding to talk to you. They say its important.”
Normally in this situation, you would get super pissed at them from interrupting this moment, especially when you’re in a bad mood, and you almost did that. But instead, you raised an eyebrow. Did they say jadebloods? You thought jades were confined to the Brooding Caverns, but then again they said it was something important, so that’s how they must have gotten permission to leave. You sigh and decide to stay calm and make an exception. “Let them in.” you say.
The guard steps aside and three jades walk towards you. You get up, standing in front of your throne with your hands on your back, towering over them thanks to the stairs — though, you’d still tower over them anyways, you’re absurdly tall.
“Your highness,” the jade in the middle began, her voice deep and soft, in contrast to your deep and scratchy voice. She was a beautiful woman who had medium length hair and tall horns, one whose tip looked like a fang, and a simple black and green dress. “we have something very important to show you.” She cleared her throat, and seeing no reaction from you, she continued. “We were taking care of the newly hatched grubs as usual and, well, we found a purple. But not just any purpleblood, it actually had a curly hair and horns similar to yours.” Now, that peeked your interest. “We… assume it must’ve came from your father’s slurry, especially since he’s still alive, so not only it makes it the heir, but also-”
“My younger brother.” you finished it. Your purple eyes were wide, mouth agape. The rage you were feeling just a few minutes ago faded away almost completely. The jade girl nodded and muttered something to the troll beside her, who you now noticed was holding something covered in a black blanket. They handed her the thing and she walked towards you. You descended the stairs quickly and soon you were in front of her. She was tall, but you still towered.
She carefully uncovered the blanket, revealing a sleeping purple grub, who was very similar to you, just like she said. It looked so peaceful in its sleep, breathing soundly and easily. You almost let out some tears. You never cry. EVER. But this… this really was…
“A miracle.” the jadeblood finished your thought. Just like you finished her phrase earlier. “We found it thrashing around and crying and we immediately went to help, but when we saw the hair.. and horns shape… we just couldn’t deny… that it was… not any purpleblood.”
“It all up and contains the very same motherfucking royal jelly blood that up and runs through my motherfucking veins.” You carefully take the little miracle from her arms. Wow, you never thought your dad would still be into… pailing, even after abdicating the throne. And now you got yourself a younger sibling. “Thank you, uh…”
“Maryam. Call me Maryam, my prince.” she bowed to you.
“Well, I give all my motherfucking thanks to you, Maryam.”
The grub made a sound and slowly opened its- no, HIS huge, purple eyes. He looked at you wide and deep, and you smiled at him. You scratched his grub belly and he tried to bite your finger, not causing any pain due to his undeveloped teeth, and grabbing it with his tiny grub claws. You still chuckle at it though.
You once again thanked and dismissed the rarebloods. Maryam bowed to you and left with the other jades, leaving you alone in the throne room with your younger brother, resting calmly in your arms. You covered him again with the blanket, trying to keep him warm, which was pretty hard to highbloods like you who had a colder blood.
Fuck the Derse country, fuck the princess, fuck your previous rage fit. All you care for now is your younger sibling.
Your Messiah listened to your prayers and gave you a miracle.
For once, you felt happiness.
—
Gamzee was the chosen name.
That was the name you chose for your little brother, the noble Heir of the Prospitian throne. After the night where the jadebloods brought him to you, he fell asleep in your arms, still covered in that black blanket. You decided to take him to his room then.
Oh right. His room.
You weren’t expecting your heir to come. Who would? It was so unexpected and sudden, your father most likely doesn’t even know about your little brother. So you had to take him to your old room — the one you had when you were still the heir. It was… a mess. No one has used it in quite some time so the decorations are all dusted, the wallpapers tearing and the colors fading away. There wasn’t even slime in the recuperacoon, since no one had used it in a long time, there was no reason to waste slime there.
That room needs a glow up.
You decide to take the little miracle to your room, at least while his is going through some changes. But first, you decide to take his recuperacoon to your own respiteblock. Yours is just too big for him, and you don’t want to accidentally drown the boy in sopor slime. When you entered your block, you asked for the guards to take the smaller recuperacoon and bring it to your block, and after that, they had to call the carpenter drones to fix that room up.
When they brought the cocoon, you got up from the comfortable velvet chair you were sitting in and carefully left the grub there. You picked some of the slime from your own recuperacoon and put on his, making sure there was enough for him to sleep comfortably. Speaking of that, you could feel the boy twitching in his sleep. Trolls of purple caste and lower shouldn’t sleep without sopor slime, because of the nightmares.
Your caste contains a special power known as chucklevoodoos, which induce nightmares and hallucinations on other trolls. This is used to keep the lower castes in check, however, for some reason even your own caste is affected by it, so you have to sleep in sopor slime too. Seadwellers are higher than you, so they aren’t affected by the nightmares. Because of that, they get to sleep on a platform they call ‘bed’, which is a very luxurious item exclusive for those fishfucks.
After you finished sharing some of your slime, you run to your brother and carefully pick him up again, uncovering him from the black blanket and walking towards the cocoons. You leave the blanket in your arm and put the grub in the slime, already seeing the effects taking place, successfully easing his sleep.
You let out a big yawn and stretch, scratching your back. You didn’t even realize how tired you were. The sun is almost up, so you better get your sleep on.
You go to the ablutionblock and change into your pajamas — which are sopor slime proof. Which means that they are made of a tissue that prevents slime from sticking to it. Again, the fishfaces get to wear more comfortable pajamas, since they don’t need the miraculous slime. You left your royal clothes in that block and went directly to your recuperacoon, off to the land of dreams and peacefulness.
Sleep came quite quickly that day.
—
After a few weeks, the room was done. From a rusty, dirty sad looking respiteblock to a much more vivid looking; with colorful wallpapers and a black carpet with purple polka dots. There were posters of friendly looking clowns, just to avoid scaring the young boy. Old toys were replaced by new ones, all kept in a big chest next to the window. The recuperacoon is back on its original place. It was almost time to replace the slime, so you’ll gotta clean it up aswell. And that’s just the ‘infantile’ side of the room.
The other side was for when he would get older. It was separated by a door, making it technically another block, but that’s okay. It was quite darker, the walls being a dark shade of gray and the floor a royal purple color. The cocoon was bigger and the furniture lightly filled with gold. There was your old husktop which probably needs maintenance, and aside from it were some pictures of when you were younger. The frames were a shiny yellow decorated with some small rare gems. There was a wardrobe which probably has some of your own old clothes too, which will eventually be replaced by new ones, made especially for your little brother.
And finally, there was an instrument. A lute, not a very fashionable instrument like a piano, but this one is special. It was passed down from generations of Makaras, it is a relic from your ancients that must be given to every descendant. You heard tales that it was used by the God of Rage which, ironically enough, played songs that calmed people’s rage. You think that’s funny as fuck.
Anyways, that instrument will become Gamzee’s when he grows up, but you’ll make sure to teach him how to play while still being young.
You can’t wait to listen to the miraculous tunes he’ll someday play.
—
Aah, wrigglers. They grow up so fast…
You almost can’t believe your not-so-little miracle is already 7 sweeps old! Today is his wriggling day, the day he was brought to this world. Maryam gave you his hatching information a little after she came to deliver him to you. You decided to make this day a big surprise for him.
The servants are in the giant mealblock preparing everything for the party, others are organizing the table and decoration. The night is just beginning , and the nobles are coming to give him his presents and celebrate his day. You even invited some non-noble friends, such as Porrim. You and her kept contact after your brother’s hatching and you’re glad for that. She’s a good troll, even if a little rebellious regarding her blood caste. She thinks she’s keeping that from you, but you know it. She doesn’t know that you know.
But you won’t complain. Because you also know how it feels like to be trapped. She didn’t chose to be a jadeblood and forced to stay in the caverns taking care of the Mother Grub and the newborns, a caste is primarily female trolls even. Just like you didn’t chose to be a purpleblood — a Makara even. The life of a prince is very boring, having to take care of duties or meetings you couldn’t care less about, and just the simple task of ruling an entire country is hard. You love your people, but your role as the ruler is just too stressful.
You look at the clock and realize it’s already time to wake him up. You slowly make your way to his block, where he is sleeping peacefully in his cocoon. You gently touch his shoulder and whisper.
“Wakey wakey, bro. ‘S motherfuckin’ time to get up.”
His groan is muffled. You gently nudge his shoulder a bit more, careful to not hurt him with your strength or claws.
“C’mon. Gotta get all up and ready for this miraculous day motherfucker. Don’ wanna miss the good shit, eh?”
He slowly opens his eyes and rubs them a bit. You can see the purple color starting to take over his iris, yellow scleras glowing a bit in the dim light. He yawns and you step farther to give him space to get up.
“Wha’ time s’ it?” He asks tiredly, still groggy from sleep.
“Time to get the motherfuck up. S’ all up an’ a big fuckin’ day today! Go get your ablution on and shit, and dress properly. Gonna wait ya in the main hallway, motherfucker.” You leave his room so he could get himself prepared for his big day. You enter the hallway with the banners and positioned yourself between the ones that contain the Mind and Void elements symbols. You pick up your palmhusk from your pockets and see that she’s online. You decide to message her.
-- chaoticTemptation [CT] began trolling antevortaAndromeda [AA] --
CT: MARYAM.
CT: HOW IS THE CURRENT MOTHERFUCKING DISTANCE BETWEEN MY EXTRAORDINARY HIVE CASTLE AND YOUR OWN MOTHERFUCKING SELF
AA: I am almo+st there.
AA: I’d say no+t much distance left
CT: GOOD.
AA: The ho+o+fbeasts can’t go+ faster than the current speed, o+therwise the chances o+f an accident happening will be higher.
AA: The maximum they can do+ is tro+ting.
AA: It’s still better than walking o+n my o+wn tho+ugh.
CT: MOTHERFUCKER THESE SHITBLOODS BETTER NOT BE ALL UP AND ASKING WHY IS A SISTER OF MIRACULOUS RARE GREEN BLOOD GETTING HER PRESENCE ON THE MOTHERFUCKING PARTY OF ROYALTY
CT: ELSE I MIGHT JUST RIP THEIR SWALLOW CYLINDERS OFF
AA: They aren’t asking anything
AA: Calm do+wn, it’s o+kay
Fuck, you can’t handle it. Sister keeps making pale advances from time to time and you just feel flabbergasted. No one has ever pale-flirted with you before. Sure, Porrim is very open about some stuff and that includes relationships, but you can’t help but still feel flustered. Whenever she does that, you start thinking about how things might be if you manage to become her diamond.
But then again, you tend to show how you genuinely care for her. Maybe you DO want to be her moirail.
Maybe you should confront her about it.
CT: LOOK.
CT: THERE IS SOMETHING THIS MOTHERFUCKER NEEDS TO GET OUT AND GET HIS DISCUSS ON WITH A SISTER.
AA: And what that might be?
CT: …
CT: WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS?
AA: This what?
CT: THIS EXCESSIVE DISPLAY OF ROMANTIC WORDS COMING OUT OF YOUR SPEAKING TUBE ALL UP AND REFERRING TO A MOTHERFUCKER OF BARELY EXPERIENCE WITH THIS KIND OF SHIT.
CT: WHY ARE YOU GETTING YOUR AFFECTIONS ON A FUCKER LIKE THIS?
She doesn’t say anything for a while. Your words stay echoing through your head and you can feel yourself getting nervous. You are… scared? Of what she might say?
Probably. No. Definitely.
After some time, she responds.
AA: Uh
AA: What?
Shit. Even though she’s used to your weird manner of saying things and wording phrases, she still gets her confused at times.
CT: I ASKED
CT: WHY DOES A SISTER KEEP PALE FLIRTING WITH A MOTHERFUCKER
AA: O+h. That.
AA: Well, fo+r o+nce, yo+u seem like a pretty lo+nely guy, trapped in a castle and fo+rced to+ live the seemingly bo+ring life o+f a prince. I do+n’t think yo+u must interact with much peo+ple, and that is awful. I feel like I must have been o+ne o+f the first peo+ple who+m genuinely wants to+ talk to+ yo+u and be yo+ur friend, and I’m happy to+ listen and talk to+ yo+u
AA: I guess I am very o+pen abo+ut my o+wn ro+mantic life, but fo+r yo+u, I feel alo+t o+f pity. Plato+nic pity.
AA: I just think yo+u nedded so+meo+ne to+ listen to+ yo+u and understand yo+u, and I perfectly fit that ro+le, I must say. And o+f co+urse, to+ be able to+ be there fo+r yo+u when yo+u need the mo+st.
AA: So+ yes, I pity yo+u. In a pale way.
You almost drop your palmhusk to the floor.
Your mouth is agape.
You just can’t believe it. These words… everything she just said seemed so… genuine. You can almost feel the stinging in your ganderbulbs. Shit, don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.
You didn’t even realize that you were shaking. Your body is slightly trembling and you’re sniffing. You hold back your tears and take a few deep breaths, regaining stability of your body.
CT: porrim.
CT: no motherfucker has ever said something like this to I before
CT: shit, almost up and let out this watery purple thing from my sightbulbs. didnt even think i could get this emotional
CT: i guess i just wanna all up and say
CT: thank you
AA: Fo+r what, exactly?
CT: for being such a motherfucking great sister
CT: filled with these rare things in troll kind called honesty and compassion. this motherfucker has never got anybody who got to feel this way for a scrawny prince. youre different though. ya all up and understand my feelings and motherfucking wants to be here for a fucker
CT: the feeling is mutual. ya feel?
AA: I feel.
CT: good.
CT: bitches all up and scared of a motherfucker for being a ruler, not you though. this bitch thanks you, my rareblooded sister
AA: I’m happy to+ help.
AA: I’ll always be here fo+r yo+u
CT: honk :o)
AA: So+ do+es that makes us mo+irails?
CT: if ya want to. i dont mind
AA: Me neither.
CT: :o)
You can hear footsteps coming. Your little bro must be ready.
CT: shit, i gotta go
CT: lil bro is all up and ready for his glorious day, motherfucker
AA: Alright, I’ll see yo+u so+o+n.
AA: <>
You can’t help but smile at that.
CT: <>
CT: HONK :o)
-- chaoticTemptation [CT] ceased trolling antevortaAndromeda [AA] --
The doors to the hallways open and you pocket your palmhusk, smiling wide at Gamzee.
He was wearing the clothes of a noble Heir, his usually untameable mane of hair fresh from a shower, and his clown makeup nicely applied. As usual, his eyelids were dropsy and tired, but he never really minded. His horns were slightly shiny, and you think that he finally must’ve used that fancy product Porrim gave him last sweep. That shit must be durable, if its still working pretty well.
“Sup, bro.” He waved at you and walked towards your direction. You waved back and put a hand on his back, leading him towards the direction he came from. He was tall — a very typical trait of the Makara family. Though not as tall as you, he still towers over many people he comes across. You’d say he’s already around 2 meters tall, excluding the horns. And he just turned 7!
He gives you a puzzled look. “Uh, bro? Why the fuck are ya’ leadin’ me back to the motherfucking block I up and just left?” his deep, slightly raspy voice asks you.
You open the doors “Ya’ll see.” you mutter.
Before your and your brother’s blocks, there’s a room with a fireplace and some seats around, along with some plants and medium sized statues. You make a motion for him to sit down on the carpet, and he does so, sitting down indian style. You follow after him and kneel by his side, clearing your throat. You think it’s time for him to hear what you’re about to say.
“Brother, lemme get you on the mirthful knowledge on yer thinkpan about the motherfucking miraculous story about the Song of Mirthfulness. A fuckin’ long time ago, there was a boy whose not whimsical irate issues loved to getting their attack on a motherfucker. His thinkpan was all filled up with the sicknasty anger, ya’ feel?
One day, the little bro was feeling with his own motherfucking body the worst, most cruel rage fits he’d all up and went through. In moment of randomness, the motherfucker began singing a tune with his swallow cylinder, letting out a wicked tune wit’out ’is mouth. He got his singing on for a while and the miraculous tunes all up an’ made their way to his motherfucking think organ. All of his rage disappeared out of now’ere an’ all thanks to those mirthful notes. He then started playin’ that shit to public an all up and made motherfuckers get their calm on, ya’ see? An’ later generations consider it a motherfucking sacred tune.
And that’s the story of the fucking Song of Mirthfulness and shit. Do ya got your understand on about this miracle?”
“Woah, brother, that’s a shitton of information ya’ got to be puttin’ on my motherfucking slow thinkpan. But I understand what diddya all up an’ told me. A very mirthful story, hehe.” He paused and looked down. “But, why diddya tell me this? Not that I’m complainin’, jus’ wanna know, ya get me?”
You get him, and you’ll show him the reason. “‘Cause I want ya to have this,” you picked a folded piece of paper from your pocket, and handed to him. He took and unfolded it, his black-purple eyes going from lazy to surprise. You grin just by seeing him lightening up like that. “Ya’ deserve it bro. The motherfucking whimsical tunes of the song, for ya’ to play on that old lute of ours. Or better, yours. ” You put a hand on his shoulder.
In an instant, he goes from reading the notes to give you a crushing hug. Damn you highblood strength! But you can resist it, you manage to hug him back. “Thank you, bro. You’re wicked as fuck man.”
“Don’ need to get your thankful on. I’m just glad to give this to ya and shit. Come on, let’s get up.” He lets go of you and he folds the piece of paper again, putting it in his coat’s pocket. You two get up and you lead him out of the room, back to the big hallway. The sound of your footsteps fill up the comforting silence surrounding you two, and you feel like he’s probably zoning out right now. You pick your palmhusk out of your pants’ pockets and see a notification from the rareblood sister.
AA: I am here. Everything is ready, and we’re all just waiting fo+r yo+u two+. This will be a big surprise.
You smile and type back, before pocketing your palmhusk again.
CT: MOTHERFUCKING MIRACLES.
You reach the end of the hallway, and you can see him stiffen up. You give him an encouraging look.
He opens the doors.
“Happy Wriggling Day, your royal Heir!” Everybody says in unison. Everyone is here, from the servants to knights to nobles. Somewhere in the crowd, you see Porrim. When she notices you staring at her, she winked and motioned a silent finger to her mouth. You, understanding what she meant, nodded.
Your little bro looks just a bit surprised, but not much. Maybe he’s surprised by how this event wasn’t exclusive to nobles and that everyone is here, but he doesn’t seem surprised by the event in itself at all. It’s like he was expecting it.
He probably was.
“Motherfucking thanks, people.”
—
Everyone was chatting and eating the grubfood, while drinking some faygo, juice or troll alcoholic drinks. Porrim gave you a hug when you came to her. She was beautiful, her long black dress with jade green details was followed by a hat, and let’s not forget the makeup. You gave her a pale kiss on the cheek and she giggled. Wicked.
After a while, everybody went to the ballroom, choosing pairs to dance, while others stood in a corner chatting. You see your little bro — the star of the night — taking a look at a rather reserved page who was being shouted at by his knight. Knight Vantas has always been like this, it’s something that is just a part of his personality, though you don’t understand why he absolutely never takes off his helmet. You see the page boy — a bronzeblood, you can tell by the clothes — surprised and probably feeling very honored to have been chosen by the Heir himself for a dance. Many people gave them looks, they’d expect the Heir to choose someone of his league, not just some lowblood who’s not even a knight yet.
You are not shocked to see that, though. You have seen your bro sneaking up on the training room a few times. Initially you thought he was interested in seeing how the knights battled, or perhaps how the life of one must be. But soon you realized that wasn’t the case. He always kept his ganderbulbs fixed on a young page, being trained by the retired Knight Vantas. For some reason, the fucker took an interest on the boy and everyday he went to see him either serving his knight or being trained by him. He was around his own age, but due to his training he was much more fit than your bro. His large horns are the most eye-catching thing about him. You don’t think you have ever seen someone in your long life with horns as big and wide as his. Damn, no wonder his body is all up and strong, no mere troll could handle heavy horns like those.
You’re shaken out of your thoughts by a tap on your shoulder, and you turn aggressively, guard up. But you immediately relaxed when you saw who it was. Porrim gave you a warm smile and extended her hand for you.
“Care for a dance?” she asks politely.
You respond by taking her hand and pushing her to you, your cold body touching her medium temperate one. Your left and her right hand were interwined, while your own right was on her shoulder, as her left was on your waist. Your steps were careful, enjoying the rhythm of the music and ganderbulbs transfixed on one another.
“You don’ think this motherfucking wicked dance is matesprits made for?”
“Hmm, no, not exclusively. There are many couples who are probably black or pale too who are dancing, and others who just chose a random person, just look at your brother.”
“Nah, my wicked sis, that motherfucker has been crazy for the brown blood for a whimsical amount of time.”
“Really? How have they met?”
“Motherfucking lil’ bro has been sneaking up on the knights block or whatever the fuck and caught the sight of the page training. Fucker got addicted an’ goes to see the guy ever fucking day. The page didn’t even got his knowledge on about a motherfucking spying on him.”
“I see,” you give her a spin. “If you want my sincere opinion, I think he might be red crushing on the bronzeblood.”
You look back to them and see that the page seems to still be a little nervous about being chosen for a dance by the Heir himself, on his Wriggling Day, but Gamzee just has the biggest, most genuine smile on his face.
You turn back to your pair and laugh a bit.
“Surely.”
—
The night had been great. You and Porrim chatted all night, while your little brother spent all of his time with the page boy. Trolls still gave them looks, which made the bronzeblood nervous, but Gamzee didn’t gave a fuck. He was just having fun with a guy he likes. Nothing wrong with that, even if the other was a bronze, right?
Porrim was one of the last to leave, your brother was already asleep then. As a jadeblood, the Alternian Sun doesn’t bother her. You sorta envy her for that. She gave you a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek goodbye.
Sleep came quite easily that night, probably from how tired you felt from that long day, so you barely had any trouble falling asleep.
You wish you didn’t wake up.
‘Cause when you did, you were bombarded with bad news.
“YOUR HIGHNESS! YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS!” A knight came running and stopped in front of you, panting with hands on his knees, trying to regain his breath.
“I-I’m sorry to interrupt you, highblood, but this is urgent!” He was panicking, his eyes not even facing you. Before you had anytime to ask what the fuck was going on, he continued.
“It’s the Heir sir, he- he disappeared!”
what
What.
WHAT?
You shouted, not believing what your hear ducts were getting information of. He explained that they didn’t found him in his room, and it frankly looked quite a mess. “LOOK EVERYWHERE, TELL EVERY FUCKING BEING IN THIS MOTHERFUCKER TO FIND ‘IM!” You commanded. He bowed and left, warning everyone about your order. You jumped out of your recuperacoon and jumped into the ablutionblock, messily taking out your pajamas and taking a fast shower, just to take the sopor slime leftovers off your body.
When you left, you picked the first pair of clothes your found and dressed up quickly. And then you did something you will never forgive yourself for.
You messily applied your makeup. You never do that. You are always careful when applying your paint, but not this time. You are in a hurry. You little brother, the HEIR to the MOTHERFUCKING ROYAL THRONE has disappeared. You jump out of your block and enter his, shouting his name. You don’t see anybody, just a mess on the floor.
You don’t see the lute either.
Before you can jump into any conclusions, you feel your palmhusk vibrate. Porrim is messaging you, and judging by the tone of the words, it seems to be urgent too.
-- antevortaAndromeda [AA] began trolling chaoticTemptation [CT] --
AA: KURLO+Z
AA: KURLO+Z
AA: PLEASE DO+N’T IGNO+RE THIS
AA: IT’S AN EMERGENCY!
AA: IT’S MY LITTLE SISTER, KANAYA
AA: SHE WAS FO+UND DEAD
CT: WHAT.
AA: When I came fro+m the party, there were jades in the fro+nt o+f the cavern, ho+lding her body
AA: They have to+ld me that
AA: They saw who+ it was
CT: AND WHO THE MOTHERFUCK HAS DONE SUCH A UNMIRTHFUL THING SUCH AS THAT
She took a while to respond, like she was hesitating.
AA: They to+ld me, that it was an Dersian so+ldier.
CT: WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK
Your moirail’s sister was killed by a Dersian soldier, on the same day your brother disappeared.
You can FEEL THE RAGE bubbling deep INSIDE YOUR BLOODPUSHER. You almost CRUSH your palmhusk.
It’s motherfucking WAR.
⇒ Be the Dersian Princess
Your name is MEENAH PEIXES, and you’re the glubbin’ princess of the purple country! You’re a fuchsiablood the highest of all blood castes! And no purple clown is going to talk to you rudely like that, even if he is also monarchy. A monarch from another country. Your ENEMY country. You tried to make an alliance with him with lies of peace, but in reelality— REALITY, you just want his land all to yourshelf.
You left the castle huffing, promising for revenge and someday you’re shore the land you’re stepping on right now will be yours. Before you enter the carriage, you spot some jadebloods walking towards the castle, one of them holding something folded in a blanket of which you can only assume is a glub— GRUB. Though, the woman in the middle also caught your attention… she was gorgeous. But she was also the enemy.
You smirk to yourself and keep those two in mind.
After a few days since your meeting with the prince, you’ve been reely busy attending important meetings that were actshoally reely boring. Most of them were with tealbloods and their updated culling list. You usually barely read the crime committed and just send them to the culling drones or the dungeon. If you, however, notice that it wasn’t a severe crime, you discard them from the culling, but demand that they get some sort of punishment before being set free, so they can learn a lesson.
You ain’t as crazy as your mother was regarding culling, but damn, you shore do idolize her. And who wouldn’t? The beach was the baddest ruler Derse has ever seen, her time as a ruler being known as the ‘Era of Terror’. You almost felt bad when you had to krill her so you could take the throne, you almost even let yourshelf lose on purpose so she could keep ruling.
You need to stop making fish puns even while thinking.
There is a cemetery behind the castle where the bodies of the previous rulers are buried, and it’s an event called Corpse Party, where citizens pay respect to the deceased ex-ruler, wanting them to do it or not. The Condesce, as your mother was known as, was so glorified that her frame is the biggest in the throne room, decorated in shiny gold and other expensive rare jewelry. You wish you could be like her. Though, if she ever got to see how you rule, she’d probably be proud of you.
You give the sentence to the last trolls on the list and escort the teals out of your room. You take a deep breath and walk around the castle. Unlike the landweller clown fuck, your hive castle is built underwater, with a long tube that connects it to mainland. You can see all the animals and lusii swimming by the windows built of strong, resistant glass. You see some servants doing their duties, and one of them always stands out. You smirk.
“Yo, Megido!”
You shout and the servants stiffen, and freeze at the sight of you. The mentioned girl is expected to be scared the most, but in fact, she just ain’t surprised. She’s used to it. When the other servants notice you’re not gonna talk to them, they resume doing… whatever the fuck they were doing.
You walk over to the servant in red and see that she’s already frowning at your mere presence. You call her by surname, which makes other servants envy her, but in reality you just do it to piss her off. You know she hates it, just as much as she hates you. You slap her back and put an arm around her shoulders to keep her in place.
“Sooo… gill, doin’ yer duties shell? Or are ya’ just skippin’ appointments to go give some blow jobs? HAH!” You laugh cruelly. You love teasing this girl and seeing her angry face just make everything funnier. When she opens her mouth to speak, you immediately silence her by putting your index finger on her lips. “Ah, Ah, Ah. Doesn’t glubbin’ matter watcha say ‘cause I ain’t got no shit of an idea of the meaning of the words that come out of yer mouth.”
Damara’s mother — the infamous Handmaid, or Demoness — taught her how to speak Japanese only. She can understand Alternian, but she can’t speak. Actually, you don’t know if she can but chooses not to on purpose. This girl is intriguing.
“Shell, I am holding ya back from yer duties, ain’t I? Go back to doin’ your shit, gill.” You push her. She walks away and you can hear her mutter something under her breath, but you don’t understand a thing.
You make your way back to the throne room, tired of distractions — though making fun of the rustie never ceases to cheer you. You walk to the magnificent seat waiting for you, the shining blue light from the ocean illuminating the room and your path. But before sitting, you take a long look at the giant picture of your mother there, frame decorated with the finest of jewelry.
She was gorgeous, she was merciless, she was a true queen. She had super long hair and horns, making her more intimidating, along with the fuchsia dress that had her — also your — sign. Her eyes gave people a sharp glare and that smile, full of teeth which probably were sharper than a shark’s. She was a woman of respect and power. A lot of power. You’re probably still dirt compared to who she was as a ruler. You, however, won’t give up. You bow in front of the throne and the picture.
“I promise to not disappoint ya’ mum.”
—
You weren’t expecting this.
In a moment you were minding your own business and now your whole world is shattering.
For a bit more context, your guards told you that there were jadebloods that wanted to show you something important. You would command them to get out, but your soldiers warned you that it’s not very simple with the thing they have in their hands, and so you allowed them to enter and speak. Last time you saw a jadey was to take her to the dungeon for having some weird obsessions involving a specific troll and killing. Your servant Damara calls her an ‘yandere’ — one of the only things she said that you actually understood. Somehow.
“What the shell?” was the first thing you said when you saw the thing in one of the jade’s arms. It was a fuchsiablood grub, wrapped in a comfortable blanket. They’re claiming that she… that…
She’s your daughter. Your descendant.
A sweep ago, they brought you a fuchsia, named Trizza Tethis, but she wasn’t related to you, so now the grub girl is under special care. But this? This one is from your family. This is a danger to your position. The girl was wide awake, making weird grub noises and moving a bit. She seemed happy, but you? You had a frown on your face. Your arms were crossed, refusing to even touch the thing, but the jades were insisting. At any other moment, you would have culled them, but you can’t just simply do that, not on this occasion. So you let out a long, deep sigh and not-so-carefully picked her up in your arms. She, however, didn’t seem to mind, she might have thought you were playing with her.
Such a naïve creature.
The jadebloods left the room quickly, not wanting to face a possible wrath from the princess herself, leaving you alone with your wriggler. Your fucking daughter. The one who will take over your throne — that is, if she manages to kill you. Speaking of killing…
You could do that right now, no one is looking, no one would know. You put her on the floor — she seems a little sad that you let go of her — and walked to pick your trident. But when you touch it, you begin to think.
Maybe everyone in the castle already knows about her. They would be extremely disappointed to know that you culled not just a random grub, but your own daughter. Sure, they know she’s a menace to your reign, but she’s still very young. She’s a Peixes, the most royal family Alternia has ever seen. Culling a fuchsia — a Peixes even, one of your own and at being still a grub — is practically a death sentence, even if you’re above all.
You look back and see the girl, who was almost falling asleep. You… kinda feel bad , maybe you really don’t want to do it. Maybe you want to see her grow up. Is that what others call motherly instinct? You don’t know. You take a deep breath and release your trident, walking back to the grub and picking her up.
“I can’t do it.” You admit, even if she doesn’t understand anything. “Consider yourshelf lucky, uh…
Feferi? Yeah, Feferi. Tha’s yo name gill.”
You look at the windows on the room, the ocean’s blue water shining through, keeping a blue-ish tone to the block. The animals swimming by and lusii eyeing you respectfully. You bring your attention back to the grub who was fast asleep. You try to make a face of disgust, but you can’t help the smile creeping to your face. You can let her live, for a while.
“Maybe ya won’t be so bad.”
—
Turns out Trizza wasn’t the only friend she made. Your personal bard, Cronus, has a younger brother, you think his name must be Eridan or something. Feferi was the only one who tolerated him, and was glad to be his friend. You could see the other boy must have been feeling honored for being befriended by the Heiress herself.
There is something that bothers you though.
You don’t give a fuck if she was befriended the brother of that weird bard, or the other fuchsia girl. What bothers you is that she somehow managed to befriend DAMARA. You don’t know how nor why, but your daughter has befriended your RUSTBLOOD SERVANT, who you can’t understand a word of what she says.
From time to time, you catch her talking to the rust servant about whatever the fuck interests her. And when Megido obviously responds in Japanese, she just understands? Not even YOU knows what that servant ever says and your little girl can somehow understand her just fine? What is the meaning of this?
You even notice emotions and expressions you rarely ever see coming from Damara, such as genuine happiness and kind smiles on the usually angry or deadpan girl. You don’t know what to say. You have always known that Feferi is a social flutterbeast but you weren’t expecting her to befriend Megido of all people. Frankly, you don’t like this. You’re going to have a conversation with the little girl very soon.
Some time later, you are in the throne room, waiting for your daughter to come and have a conversation with you, regarding that topic of a certain friendship of hers. You commanded a servant to bring her to your room, and soon enough, the doors opened. Feferi runs towards you and you ask her to stop, right in front of the throne where you are sitting right now.
“Glub glub! What is it that you want to talk aboat mom?” she asks you, big eyes widening in curiosity.
“Sit down miss. I gotta ask-tcha a few questions. And don’ make that pouty face to me, ya hear?” she nodded, sitting down in front of you.
“First off, I know ya like making new fronds, but there are some people ya betta stay away from.”
“Really? Like who?”
“That rust servant. The one with the bun. What the actshoal glub ya’ think yer doin’ carping to that beach??” She recoils a bit, startled from your sudden outburst, and began fiddling with her hands.
“Oh! Whale, I initially started talking to her looking for a new frond, but the more we chatted the more I realized how lonely that poor girl is! She doesn’t have any fronds, everybody hates her. And I just felt bad…”
You motion for her to stop. Hearing this made you feel kind of disgusted. You actually heard YOUR OWN DAUGHTER say with her GLUBBING MOUTH that she feels bad for Damara Megido. The royal Heiress of the Dersian throne admitted feeling bad for a rustblooded servant . The mere thought is crazy, actually. If she were anybody else, she would probably be dead right now.
You’re so speechless you almost forget how to speak, but you manage to ask the next question by clearing your throat first. “Now, onto the next question. Ahem. How THE FUCK CAN YA UNDERSTAND WHAT THE SHIT SHE EVEN SAYS?”
Not startled by the outburst this time, Feferi is silent for a while, probably thinking of a way to respond to this, or how to word it all. A few seconds of thinking later, she opens her mouth. “I thought everyone understood what she says. Can’t you understand her?”
If you weren’t confused before, you sure are now? “Gill, water diddya say?”
“Yeah, I understand what she says? Doesn’t anybody else?” she cocks her head to the side, eyebrows knitted.
“Wa– no! The beach speaks in another whale language! No one knows water shit she says!”
You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. You’re sure if you hear anything else you‘ll just get even more confused and a panache may develop. “Ya know water? Fuck that shit. I don’t wanna hear anyfin else. Just– listen to me and,” you inched closer to her “don’t. Talk. To. That. Rustie. Servant. Understood, little miss?”
She seems upset by this and lowers her head, but nods sadly. She probably just doesn’t want to get in trouble. “Yes, I understand mom.”
“Good gill,” you pat her head. “now, how aboat I bring ya to sea those sea hoofbeasts you like, huh?”
That seems to cheer her up, because she looks up at you with her eyes widening brightly. “Reely?” she gasps. “Yay!”
You follow her out of the room and think. She’s just 3.38 sweeps old, she’s too young to understand. When she gets older, you figure that she’ll realize that the Megido lady is not who she thinks she is, and you assume she’ll also stop being so glubbin’ kind. She’ll figure her position, that she is a Peixes, the Heiress of the Derse throne, and that she must stop being so insufferably good.
At least you hope she’ll change.
—
She did not change.
You hoped your girl would have listened to you. You hoped that she would finally stop talking to the servant for once and for all, but she didn’t. She disobeyed you, her mother, the princess . From time to time, you catch them talking to each other secretly, but they don’t know that you’re very much aware of their little secret.
In a few days, Feferi will be turning 7. Soon soon, she will have to challenge you for the Dersian throne, yet still, her personality hadn’t changed. She keeps that childhood happiness and sweetness, and that insufferable goodness in that bloodpusher of hers. Her voice annoys you, she’s so bubbly and cheerful and lowkey loud — though you can’t deny that you’re that last thing too. Even Trizza has a better attitude, proper of a fuchsiablood, and she’s not even the Heiress. Well, you did notice how Feferi distanced herself from Tethis when she began to notice the change of attitude in her, you wish she learned how to act properly instead.
You think the servant has put some sort of spell on her that makes her keep coming back to talk to her, or to act differently than a Peixes should, or even to be able to understand her. Yeah, that’s it. Megido is 100% a dirty witch who brought your daughter to the bad side. That has to be it, because there is no other logical reason why Feferi is so rebellious, you wonder if she even wants to take the throne. And if she does, oh cod, you’re glad that you won’t be there to see the result, what the fuck that girl is going to do to your country.
That makes you even more eager to kill her when she turns 8. You simply cannot let that girl take control over Derse. You actually tried killing her a few times by ordering guards to secretly do so, and then act innocent because you know everyone would believe you, and whoever didn’t would be culled. But for some reason, all of your attempts of assassination failed, your guards never coming back and the little fish still intact.
You began wondering if she was a witch, too, and what kind of magic she did to kill all of the guards, but the thought didn’t make sense, ‘cause if she’s a witch, then why aren’t you one too? And your mother? And all of her predecessors?
And then your mind went to the servant. Perhaps it was the rust lady doing all of this, wasting her precious time to protect the Heiress rathen than doing her obligations. After all of your assassination attempts on Feferi failed, you switched your target, ordering the guards to kill Damara. But the results were all the same. The guards never came back, not leaving an inch of proof that they ever existed in the first place. You assumed that it was indeed the rustie who was protecting your daughter.
You began going crazy. What do they have that you don’t? What do they know that you don’t? What is up in their insane thinkpans? These thoughts are circling through your pan and making you crazy. But you have thought of something that doesn’t seem like a bad idea.
You’re gonna have to kill Megido yourself.
On a seemingly chill evening, you pick up your trident. You leave your respiteblock and go after the rustie to do the proper business. If no one’s gonna get rid of the bitch for you, then you’ll have to do it yourself. It’s not like anyone is going to care that the Princess culled a rustblooded servant, one who is heavily disliked by other trolls even! Besides, it’s not like she can stop you, right?
Right?
You search the whole castle looking for her, asking everyone who comes across you if they have seen her, but nothing. You go look for Feferi and ask where Megido is, since they are so close you figured she might have known. She denies, stating that she genuinely has no idea where she is, but you press on, demanding answers. Finally, someone enters the room and says they saw her outside the hive.
You burst out of the room and ran to the entrance doors. The mainland and your castle are connected by a tube, which uses mini trains as the method of transportation to the castle and the beach. You entered one of the trains and demanded the psiioniic helmsman to pilot it to the beach. You can swim — being a seadweller and all — but there is no way for you to leave the castle by making a hole somewhere, otherwise everything and everyone — aside from seadwellers — would drown.
You reach the beach and there she is, standing. Her hair, still kept in that same old bun, was being slightly swept by the wind. Her back was facing you, and you could see her arms, hands holding each wrist, while her face was observing the moons, seeming lost in her thoughts. That was your chance. You stealthily crept up to her, footsteps silent thanks to the sand. You seemed surprised how the noise of the train didn’t startle her, was she really THAT distracted? Your trident was facing the direction of her back, with your intent being to stab her in the blood pusher.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7…
Each step you got closer and closer to her, until your long trident was almost touching her back. You take it back to give it some boost and prepare to stab. And…
And…
A hand grabbed it.
A hand was touching your trident .
Your eyes crept down when you heard a ‘tch’ noise. But… but how? In a second she was completely distracted and now she completely avoided getting killed by you. Nobody could have predicted something like that, especially when you were super stealthy. So how…? Are her senses really that good? You tried to recoil it, but her hand was persistent and surprisingly strong.
“あなたはとても予測可能です。”
“Huh?”
“哀れな。 錆びた血の従者を殺すことさえできない。 人々はどう思うでしょうか？” she chuckled. You could feel the anger boiling in your stomach.
“Megido, clam the shell u–”
“または何？ この哀れなフォークでまた私を刺す気か？ 私を四つん這いにさせて、首が折れるまでお辞儀させるつもりですか？” she released the fork and pushed you back with incredible strength, making you fall to the ground. When you get up, you caress your head and open your eyes to see that the servant is now facing you, her frame looking more intimidating than ever.
Wait, what? Rustblood, Megido? Intimidating? What are you on?
“私は、あなたがやりたいことを何でもできるあなたの愚かな人形であることにうんざりしています。 あなたが支配者で私がただの召使だとしても気にしません。 私は主が私に与えてくださった力を発見しました。今では私を止めることはできません。 あなたですらそうではありません。” You can see that she began levitating, some sort of psionic power surrounding her and making her eyes change color. You know that lowbloods are more prone to have psychic abilities, but as far as you knew only goldbloods could be this powerful. A rustblood like her could only do less as telepathy or levitating things, not this epileptic mess.
Suddenly, when you thought she was going to kill you, she stops, her head looking to her side as she lets out a sigh. “私が逃げない唯一の理由は、この地獄のような場所で私を必要としている人がいるからです。”
She seems to realize her sudden change in mood, as she goes back to glaring at you.
“さようなら、プリンセス。”
She kicks you in the ribs, and when you open your eyes, she’s gone. Almost no hint of her ever being there, aside from the light footsteps left on the sand. You sit up, putting a hand on your rib where she has kicked you, and began to wonder what the fuck just happened?
Your trident is left intact beside you, except that now it's full of sand. It might take a while to clean it due to all of its decorations. You get up and clean yourself, dusting off all the sand in your clothes. After you pick up your weapon, you hear the very familiar sound of an instrument playing.
No… not him. Not right now. Please .
“Wvell wvell wvell, nevwer thought I wvould livwe to see you being yelled at by her of all trolls.” Ampora says casually. You hunch your shoulders, turning back to see him in a very chill state.
“Keep carping like that and yo not even gonna live to sea the next three seconds.” you yell. He doesn’t seem to be taken aback by your outburst, rather, he just plays a few notes again.
“Wvoah, calm dowvn princess, I’m just trying to cheer you up a bit.”
“And yo’ failin’ to do so.” You take a step closer. “Water ya’ even doin’ here, Ampora?”
“Ah, sawv that the Damz wvas all alone by herself here, and sawv that as an opportunity to, maybe, wvoo her. Play a tune, she’s kinda bad, you knowv.” he grins.
“Whale, I knew ya’ were desperate, but not THAT desperate, to hit on the rustie of all people.” you slap your forehead. “Didn’t ya said yo ass had a party to go?”
He plays a short tune. “Ah, yeah but,” he lowers his head in a sad manner. “they kicked me out. Said my music suck, and that my singing wvas annoying, wvith my vwoice and accent and all…” he wipes a fake tear.
Your scratch your chin. “Hmm, actshoally, they might be right, ya know?”
“Vwhat?”
“Yeah, yo music sucks. And your accent is SO glubbin’ annoying, holy shit. Where diddya learn how to sing? With yo daddy?” you laugh maniacally. You just keep laughing, having to hug your belly. Cronus seems a little offended, but stays quiet for a while, until he decides to speak.
“Vwell, if you think my music sucks so bad, then wvhy did you hire me, princess?” he says your title in a mocking manner while crossing his arms.
“Yo were the only bard I could fin of decent blood. Hah, who woulda thought blood doesn’t mean talent.” you snort. His face was becoming violet, but you know how he can handle rejection and insults. That happens all the time to him, anyways. So he just sighs.
“I’m fine. Do you still wvant to keep me here though? If not as your bard, then maybe something else, you knowv…” he winked at you, which made you twitch your face in disgust.
“No. I don’ wanna keep yer ugly ass here. And I don’t want yo’ fuckin’ CLOSE to my quadrants, ya hear? You are FIRED, AMPORA!” You point a finger towards him.
“Wvait, vwhat? I-I wvas just jok–”
“Don’ care. It’s actshoally for the best, ya’ eel? Your music sucks fishsticks. And speaking of fishsticks, you can’t even get one!” You slap your forehead again, but this time you’re laughing.
“But… but wvhat about Eridan?”
“Oh, ye mean the younger Ampora?” you made a sound of acknowledgement. “I’ll keep ‘im. That buoy is funny as fuck. Funnier than you, at least.” you shrug. “Now shoo, don’ wanna see yer ugly face near me again.”
Cronus looks down and plays a sad tune. “Alright, your highness.” and he leaves, going back to the castle so he could pack his stuff. He’ll probably look for a new place to play his songs — and a new place to live. You are now alone on the beach. You look towards the tide, which was quite chill this night. The calm waves keep your vision lost there. When you finally break out of that trance, you shake your head and begin thinking about what just happened a few minutes ago.
Perhaps you were right about Damara being a witch. Just like her mother. You have very vague memories of the Handmaid, having only met her when you were very young, but she was born and died a servant to the castle, just like how her daughter was born and raised to be a servant. But you heard how the Handmaid had bizarre psionic powers which were only common towards goldbloods. Someone as low as her couldn’t do that much. That was when she got the title of Demoness, she was considered very dangerous and a menace to your mother’s reign, so she culled her, using the exact same fork you are holding right now. This trident is a gift that passes through the Peixes’ generations.
Damara has inherited the power from her mother, being her direct descendant. You realize how that possibly is a mutation . Mutations are a crime punishable by death, and that’s why The Condesce has culled The Demoness when she found out and saw with her own eyes her powers. Momma would be disappointed at how you failed to cull her daughter, how she almost killed you with her mutation. That dirty witch… that dirty witch who manipulated Feferi, your daughter to join her side, to trust her, to befriend her…
But then again, didn’t your mother have those powers too? And not only rustie’s and goldie’s psionics, but also bronze’s and cobalt’s psychic powers, and probably even more. Could it be…?
No, it couldn’t be a mutation. She was the Condesce for fuck’s sake! Accusing her of being a mutant would get you killed, even if you’re her descendant. And if she had those powers, you would have inherited them, but in reality you don’t have them. So they must have come from the tiara she always wore, which was basically her crown… right?
Right?
Before you can think of anything else, you are brought back to reality by one of the knights, who was yelling towards you. “ Highblood! Highblood! ” they stopped in front of you, panting heavily and trying to catch their breath.
“Your Highness, pl-please, this is… urgent…” their speech was shaky.
“Water is it, huh?”
You could see the fear in their eyes when they looked up at you.
“We are under attack!”
—
You had forgotten about that.
That day you were so frustrated about your thoughts regarding Megido and the whole Ampora situation — which you sort of regret, you were so angry that night that you ended up spitting everything towards him — that you forgot about how a few days prior, you had sent some guards to sneak on the enemy country, and kill one of their jadebloods in the Brooding Caverns. You didn’t expect them to kill a young girl named Kanaya Maryam, who seemed to be the younger sister of Porrim, also known as Kurloz’ moirail.
Not only that, but coincidentally the prince’s son had disappeared that same day, and you were accused of being responsible for that too. The attack came suddenly, but it’s not like you weren’t ready for a potential war. While Makara seems to want to avenge his pale mate’s sibling, you were looking forward to taking his territory all to yourself. So when the war was declared, you didn’t take a step back.
Apparently, the prince was so enraged when he found out about his little brother’s disappearance, that he let out an absurdly loud screech that even some people from your country reported to have heard, and while some people lost their capacity of hearing completely, others actually ended up dying . You heard that he had cut off his own tongue after that and sewed his mouth shut, and hasn‘t spoken a single word ever since. You wonder though, how does he eat? It probably doesn’t matter, it’s not your business anyways.
You’ve been at war for a whole sweep now, and you’re not looking forward to it ending so soon. Neither does he, at least until he finds his Heir, and manages to kill you for what you did to the younger Maryam.
You’ve also had to deal with some trouble in your own castle. Ever since your murder attempt of Megido, she has been acting much more rebellious, doing whatever she pleases whenever she pleases. You tried several times to catch her and sent her to the dungeon — or to even cull her, but you failed miserably every time. You wondered why you even tried. Wow, she really was The Handmaid’s daughter, wasn’t she?
You also wondered why she even stayed, but then you figured out why. It was so obvious all along, that she just didn’t want to leave Feferi alone. Sure, she had Eridan, but it probably wasn’t the same without her witch .
Speaking of Feferi, she had recently turned 8 sweeps, which meant it was finally time for her to challenge for the Dersian throne. The battle was scheduled for tonight, on the battlefield outside your castle, where all the battles for thrones had occurred. The entire city would be there, to know who would be the one ruling Derse for the next centuries. You were currently preparing yourself, switching into more proper clothes and sharpening your dual fork — not that it was needed anyways, but you wanted to guarantee.
You left the block in all your glory and headed to the castle exit. It was almost empty, save for the servants who still had chores to do. You looked around looking for Megido, but as of usual, she wasn’t there. Mayhaps she’s in the crowd, cheering for Feferi and wanting to see your royal fuchsia blood spilling out of your body. With your path cleared, you opened the doors and entered the small train, commanding the goldblood to drive you to the surface.
After stepping on the sand, you walked towards the battlefield, which wasn’t very far from the beach. You could already see the crowd of trolls awaiting your arrival, and you gulped. If you lost there, everyone would see you dying like nothing, while your bubbly daughter would become the new Princess and possibly even establish new rules.
You put those thoughts aside and entered through the back doors when you reached your destiny, everybody clearing your path and bowing to you. You ignored them. You walked through the long, dark hallway and you could already hear the crowd cheering and screaming. When the doors opened, the narrator’s loud voice spoke:
“And now, on the right side, we have the Current Ruler of Derse, in her magnificent glory, cheer up for your majestic Princess Meenah Peixes!” the crowd either cheered for you or booed, clearing on Feferi’s side.
You prepared yourself, faced all serious and trident facing the enemy, you were ready to strike. Your Heiress was in the same position, though in the far distance you could still see her sweating a bit, face a little nervous, her inferior fork facing towards you. The dual moons shone through you.
“In your marks…” the Narrator began.
You tightened your grip on the fork a bit.
“Ready…”
She was about to jump.
“STRIKE!”
You both ran towards the other in extreme speed, your tridents colliding in front of you, this tie seeming to never end. Both of you were very strong, being the highest on the spectrum, and none of you wanted to give up, so you could feel her strength through her grip on her own fork.
Eventually, she accidentally slipped and you took the chance to attack, but she rolled away at the last second. You were back to the same position, tridents in front of each other, except now you had the advantage, since she was on the floor. You let out an evil chuckle and that seemed to enrage her, so when you least expected, she kicked you on the knees, making you fall and lose your focus. She took the opportunity to step on your chest and point her fork on your neck.
She seemed to be hesitating a little, ‘cause she took a while to attack, so you used some of your strength to scratch her ankle with your trident, making her fall back , bleeding a little from the injury you made. Even with that, she got up as quickly as you did, and you were back to attacking and defending with your tridents, the loud sound they made from contact echoing through the battlefield, along with the loud roar from the crowd. You were on the offensive, while she was on the defensive, making her walk back from you. She seemed to be a little slower due to the scratch on her ankle, but that didn’t stop her from fighting.
Eventually, Feferi hit the wall and dropped her weapon, so you trapped her with the length of your fork. She was struggling to break free, while you looked at her with evil eyes and a maniac grin, your sharp teeth looking more threatening than usual. She was almost gasping for air, groaning a little.
“Last words, missie? Or ya’ just wanna die silent?”
She opened one of her eyes and stopped struggling. Actually, she was smiling. Wait, what? She was about to die? It’s not supposed to be fun for her, but for you! The action took you off guard, and your face went from threatening to confused. That seemed to be what she wanted to happen, because the moment you lowered your guard she pushed you fiercely, and picked up her trident from the floor. Before having any time to react, she pushed you up with your hair, and even though she was still catching her breath, she was determined to win this fight, she really wasn’t going to give up too easily.
The last thing you saw was her angry face, and the last thing you heard was:
“ Sayonara, Mother.”
And you felt a heavy pain in your bloodpusher, before everything went black.
⇒ Be Feferi Peixes
“Are you really sure about this?”
“Never been so sure about something in my life before. I’m not even using my fish puns!”
“... Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Alright then.”
You retrieved the trident from her blood pusher, now stained with fuchsiablood, and let her body fall limp to the ground. The crowd was insane, your victory over the battle meant you became the new ruler, but you have some things to say to ‘your’ people.
“And the winner is Feferi, our newest Princess of the Derse country!” you looked up at the crowd cheering, frown still very much present on your slightly pinkish face.
“EVERYBODY STOP!” You declared. The people went silent immediately, either confused or awaiting for what you had to say. You dropped your trident and picked up Meenah’s dead body while the guards came to retrieve it to bury her in the special cemetery for previous rulers. What they don’t know is that you used your powers on her. After they picked up your mother’s body, you picked up your and her weapon and turned back to the ever so silent crowd, save for some mutterings, and cleared your throat.
“I have defeated my mother, which would make me the newest ruler of the country. However, I did that just to take her out of the throne, doesn’t mean I want to take it!” you hear some people gasp and others ‘ooh’ ing. There were more trolls whispering. “In all honesty, I never wanted to be the Princess. I feel trapped, I didn’t choose to be born as a Peixes, I want to be free, I want to be able to do whatever I want instead of sitting on a throne all day doing absolutely nofin! I will not surrender to my duties as a Peixes, so I abscond the throne!”
The crowd was ever so intrigued, many felt offended, others didn’t know what to say, and others were even happy that you chose to not become the ruler. You feel a tear sting your eye. You only killed her to free the people from her ruling, really.
Eventually, the Narrator asked you. “So, if you’re not going to rule the country… then who will?”
“Don’t worry, I have already decided that. I will be leaving the throne to my ex-morayeel Eridan Ampora, the violetblood. He will be your Prince!” you shouted. Deep in the crowd, you could even see Trizza’s offended face, wondering why didn’t you leave the throne for her, who is also a fuchsia. But you knew that’d be a huge mistake. Unlike Trizza, you trust Eridan to not fuck this up.
You hope so.
You left the battlefield running, leaving everyone with their mixed reactions. At the entrance, you could already see Damara waiting for you, with your things packed. You didn’t stop running, leaving her the signal to not stop. She followed after you.
“ I see we can finally go now. ” She told you telepathically. This is how you can understand her, especially since you also were born with some special powers.
“Yeah, Damz. We can finally be free.”
She smiles at you, as you two ran away from the city and into the deep forest, away from everybody.