TW: Self harm, depression, and overall angst-
Once upon a time there was a powerful king, who ruled half the world- Half of everything!
Creativity stood at his window alone, looking out on the kingdom of the mindscape, the one that he ruled.
I mean some really loved him, some really liked him! And, they must be really dim. His smile shook the stenches of the rotten underground.
Creativity smiled brightly as he stepped into the room with the men he called his friends. His family.
His words like snakes manipulated those around but nobody cared 'cause he's the king of the world! And around him, we never got bored.
Creativity picked the small child that was Anxiety up who yelped. "Why so glum, my dearest friend?" He said sweetly, and Anxiety felt a smile grow on his face.
Jester, jester! Come tell those funny jokes! The king doubles over, he laughed and he croaks, hiding his insecurities, behind a great, grand cloak, what a fantastic, powerful bloak...
Creativity laughed at the jokes that Morality seemed to have an endless stream of, but deep inside, a tug of darkness pulled at his heart.
Knight, great knight! Say, where art thou? With your fancy sword and your turkish bow! Please, sir knight, come make the king feel superior! And while you're at it, bring in the fiddler.
Creativity stood his proudly, a sword in hand. He faced the monster that dared threaten his friends.
All of these distractions and all of his might, couldn't help the king with his deep internal fight.
Creativity looked around at his room and sat silently on his bed, letting out a sigh. What was all of this worth, what was it for...?
With his army, he'd won many a-battle, but this one.... This one was different.
Creativity wiped his tears away as he heard the sound of footsteps passing his doorway.
The king sat high on his throne that as filled with hurt, while all of his peasants below just moped in the dirt.
Creativity watched his subjects go around town and seem so content with their daily lives, why oh why, couldn't he just feel the same?
He sat high on his throne, both day and night, but he was shaking, hiding behind his great might...
Creativity hid his pain, once more, with a smile as he watched a subject approach with yet another problem that needed solved.
Yeah, all the king's horses and all the king's men, couldn't put him back together again... because he abused and used and showed off his powers, but... that's a story for another hour...
Creativity hummed as he tucked Anxiety back into bed, turning out the lights and slipping out of the room. He sighed and sat on the floor, shaking and holding his aching head in his hands.
Once upon a time there was a fucked up king, he wore a fake crown, and took all of everything. The throne that he sat one was made out of lies, so maybe, just maybe he'd fit in with the guys!
Creativity was watching a movie with the other sides again, he wasn't paying much attention to it as he was once more internally battling with his thoughts of self worth.
Messing up his arm at 3 am, his favorite hobby ever since the sacrificed lamb!
Creativity took a deep breath and he tucked away his blade and bandaged his bleeding, slit wrists.
His servants and peasants saw right through the show, this king, this ruler was beginning to slow!
"Creativity, you okay?" Morality asked with a frown of concern. Creativity looked up, forced a fake smile and nodded. "Yes, Padre! I'm tired, I'm simply did not sleep well last night!"
You see, his kingdom was fallen, and so were his walls! You could see right inside, see the true inner calls! For help, he would scream both day and night! But why would we help him, he's the king with all his might!
"Logic, I require assistance, if that's alright." Creativity hesitantly stepped into Logic's office. "I'm afraid you may have to wait, my friend. I'm busy." Logic said, waving his hand.
So his peasants then left him on the floor to yell and bleed! Another great story to tell so it seemed! Then one day they realized their fatal mistake!
"CREATIVITY STOP-!" The sides all screamed but were too late. A bright light emerged as two figures were pulled from one, falling to the floor. The light faded and the new brothers looked to one another.
The king, now dead, burned himself at the stake...
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I nearly cried-
