"Stolas?? Are you in here?? Sorry I didn't call I just want to talk to you." I call.
I walk through the halls. Truthfully, Octavia called me. She said that he was acting weird. Really weird and she begged me to take a look because she says my ass is good. I don't actually remember what she said. Anyway, she gave me a golden horse, so I couldn't refuse anyway.
"Stolas???" I call.
No answer. There's no answer. Weird. I should've called ahead of time. Is he sleeping? Is he not here? I mean this is a big fucking house, so he could really be anywhere. I know where the living room is. I look around. I'll look there since I don't know where anything else is.
"Stolas???" I call.
I hear whimpering and scratches. The living room door was open. I walk in. I look down.
"What...?" I ask.
Feathers. Feathers and drops of blood.
"Stolas? What the heck is going on? What's with all the feathers and all the blood??" I ask looking up.
My eyes widen.
"Blizty! What are you doing here?!" He yells.
His body was all scratched up. His feathers were ripped out. His body had claw marks engraved into his flesh. One eye was close and stained. Did he try to rip out his own eye? What the heck did he do? His claws were shaking, and he grips the couch sheets with his talons. Drips of sweat were dripping from his face. Tears were swelled in his eyes.
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FanfictionThis will be the saddest book I've ever written. I watched the most recent Helluva Boss episode, and it broke me. It was so happy and sad at the same time. While I watched all the episodes and fanfics, I've realized how much trauma Blitzo has. Blitz...
