The Rebellion // A Unikitty! Fic/AU

1 - Realization

It was like any other Saturday morning in Frownesia. Gloomy, sad, and miserable. Oh, and protesting, don't forget that. Frown somehow had the day off and agreed to help Brock in cleaning the place. With a lot of compromising that is. Upon waking up, he put on his clothes, brushed his teeth, and ate Brock's leftovers from yesterday for breakfast. After that, Frown and Brock proceeded to go to the basement first, to clean. The basement door hadn't been opened for five years, so it was hard to open. The stairs were also creaky with one floorboard missing. The basement was dusty and full of old items, put into one corner. Not to mention also full of roaches, ants, and somehow a dead rat. It was like you grabbed the dust under your bed and just released it into the air. Wait, how do you even grab dust?

It made Frown cough quite loud.

Brock: "Dusty, eh?"

They then proceeded to clean out the basement. Throwing away anything they didn't want to keep.

Brock: "This stuff sure is old."

While Frown was cleaning his part of the basement, there were many items that triggered something in him in a way. There were old photos, trinkets, and old books. The photo was of two people in their forties, whom Frown didn't know the names of. The two people in the photo were wearing military outfits and crowns. The two also looked very similar to Frown. The photo made

"Why am I like this? Do I know them? Why do they look like me?"

Brock: "Hey bro, what's that in your hand?"

Frown: "I don't know, it's a photo of two random people. Since when did we have all this here?"

Brock looked at the photo.

Brock: "You almost look exactly like them, except the color of your face."

Frown: "Maybe it's a family photo, but I don't recall any family."

In the box of old books, there was one book in particular that caught Frown's eye. It was a hard-cover black book with a white two-dimensional sad face on the front. Opening to the first page, it was titled "Zad's Book"

Frown dusted off the front and back and kept it on him to read it for later.

He then started to have a bad headache and also started coughing from the dust. Brock turned to Frown when he heard his coughs.

Frown: "Hey, Brock?"

Brock: "Yeah?"

Frown: "Can I rest?" "I have a headache, I can't- cough Finish the rest."

Brock: "Go ahead and rest! "I can finish the rest."

Frown: "Okay, thank you..."

Frown went to his room and laid on his bed for a little while.

Why did those people in the photo look like me?

How did the photo even get here? I don't remember bringing it here.

It must've been from Brock. I didn't have anything to bring once we got this apartment.

But it could've been me, it's a while back to remember.

Maybe a little nap will get rid of this headache.

Frown did not end up resting but instead turned his focus to the book he found earlier. Opening to the page after the title, it read "By King Zadlir". Hearing the name made Frown feel even more funny inside. Reading more, the first page with longer text was seen. It read "Frownesia is a country with great honor and nobility. It will progress with prosperity with its leaders. If the current leader contradicts our points and is neglectful, action is authorized. Frownesia does not deserve to end in such suffering if present. Any citizen who supports endless agony and atrocity is not a true Frownesian, but a false and wretched one."