Oopsie Daisy

What The Sigma

"Stupid bird, with his stupid big house and his fucking plants," Blitzø grumbled, tossing a large leaf to the floor. It was the full moon, and Stolas should have already been in his bed, wearing his big, fluffy red robe and looking like a desperate slut. But the bird was nowhere to be seen.

He went to look for him, but the rich prick had dozens of doors that led to nowhere. It was like a maze. He checked the kitchen, but Stolas wasn't there. He then moved to the living room and finally to the garden, where the prince usually spent his days tending to his big ass plants.

As he was leaving the garden, one of Stolas's carnivorous plants grabbed hold of his leg. It wasn't the first time he'd been attacked by one of Stolas's plants. After finally freeing himself from the plant and cleaning the strange green goo from the bite, he tried every door, hoping to find the owl.

"Why are there so many rooms in this place?" Blitzø panted as he opened what felt like a million doors. The room was illuminated by bright purple lights and filled with various artifacts and mirrors. But something caught his eye: a golden mirror with a ruby on top. He stared at it as it swirled with purple and blue light, dotted with white specks that resembled little stars in the sky.

He reached out with his claws to touch it. "Blitzø, what are you doing here?" He jumped and turned around quickly to face the owl he had been searching for all day. Stolas was wearing a brown turtleneck that looked scorched and black leggings.

He wanted to rip his clothes apart and fuck him right here in this bright and gorgeous room. He wasn't desperate; it had been a while since he had heard from Stolas. The last time they talked was when they were searching for Stolas's daughter.

He definitely wasn't counting the days and hours until the full moon. He wasn't a needy bitch; he just wanted to keep the book for his business.

"I was looking for you everywhere! Where the hell were you?" Blitzø asked, staring at Stolas's heart-shaped face. His white feathers were smeared with black dust and seemed to have stardust mixed in.

"I was in the middle of reading a prophecy from the stars. After all, I do have a responsibility to observe the stars," Stolas replied, dusting off the black particles from his clothes.

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, darling. Why don't we just leave and go to the bedroom?" Blitzø shook his head. Curiosity got the better of him; he wanted to know more about Stolas's job and the cool things in the room.

"What does this thing do?" he asked, pointing at a crystal ball with a red rose inside, its petals falling slowly.

"This is 'The Temporal Rose Orb.' The petals of the flower slowly fall until someone wishes to return to a certain time. At that moment, the rose returns to its original shape, and you travel back to the desired time."

Blitzø's eyes widened. An object that allows time travel-and no one ever told him about it? He could have fixed so many mistakes from his past, like stopping Moxxie from fucking up his shot, or getting back his horse plushie that he took fair and square from that bratty kid, or avoiding starting that fire at the circus in the first place.

He could have fixed so many things in his life with just a crystal ball.

"How about we just go to the bedroom? We've got to make this quick. I have important things to do tomorrow," Blitzø said, annoyed, though his gaze continued to linger on the crystal ball.

"Oh, right. Let's go," the owl replied, looking down and avoiding eye contact with the imp.

Stolas could never look at Blitzø. He's a prince, and Blitzø is a lowly imp.

It could never work.

He could never look his way.

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"I'm looking your way, Stolas. Please look at me," Blitzø sobbed. He couldn't stay at the party, watching Stolas kiss another man-someone who wasn't him. They weren't an item. It shouldn't matter; Stolas was drunk, it was just a party. That's what he kept telling himself, but he couldn't shake the image of Stolas holding the incubus the same way he used to hold Blitzø. He meant nothing to Stolas.

Stolas didn't love him.

He wished he could fix this. He wished he could take back his shitty words he said to the owl. He wished he had stayed more nights during the full moon, taken his time, been gentle with the owl, and stayed for breakfast. But he had taken it all for granted. He wanted to see the owl smile one more time, and hear his laugh again. He wanted everything to be the way it was.

He took a swig of his beer and threw the empty glass bottle on the floor, not caring if it broke.

What was there to care about anyway? There was no way he could fix any of this. He tried to forget those nights, those small moments he shared with Stolas-when Stolas would talk with pride about his daughter, his plants, the stars, or his magical artifacts. "Holy shit, I finally used my brain."

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An imp breaking into a royal's house in the middle of the night-not a bad headline, but Blitzø didn't want to get caught, especially not by Stolas's two hellhound security guards.

He climbed through Stolas's balcony, as he always did on every full moon night. But this time, he wasn't coming to see the owl; he was coming to set everything back in place. The way it was meant to be.

"Of course he fucking locked the door," he grumbled as he struggled to open the glass door. He was too drunk for this. "Sober Blitzø can deal with the consequences later," he mumbled as he crashed into the room, breaking the glass and landing face down. "No regrets!"

He got up and dusted off the small glass pieces scattered around him. "Now to find that crystal." As an assassin, he needed to be careful not to make any noise; he was slick and fast.

He stood in front of the door, ready for this nightmare to finally end.

He opened the door, staring at the beautiful, shiny objects around him, but he had one mission: to find that crystal ball.

He searched from top to bottom but found nothing. "Oh, come on!" he yelled, before covering his mouth. He angrily kicked a mirror, cracking it slightly. He winced at the broken glass but ignored it. Then he noticed a red glow behind a curtain. His tail perked up, and he hurried toward it.

"Blitzø, stop." He froze and slowly turned around to see Stolas, still in the same outfit from the party, glaring at him with anger.

He ran quickly toward the red glow, and Stolas pulled him back. "Let me go!" Blitzø screamed, pushing the owl away. He wriggled free from Stolas's grasp and tripped on a mirror, which glowed purple and blue.

Everything around him flashed white, and his mind went blank. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself staring at Stolas, whose eyes were wide and, if possible, even paler.

"What, did I grow another set of eyes?" Blitzø said jokingly, trying to cover up his nervousness. Stolas said nothing, his red scarlet eyes now showing white pupils. Blitzø turned around to see what had actually happened.

"Is it me, or is the alcohol making me see things? Why are there multiple me's?"

(GUYS I WILL UPDATE MY LITTLE EGGS I SWEAR BUT RN I'M MAKING THEIR DESIGNS AND I HAVE TENNIS PRACTICES AND A GAME NEXT WEEK, ALSO IDK IF I'LL CONTINUE THIS, THIS WAS JUST FOR FUN ALSO BECAUSE I BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS IDEA FOR THE LONGEST SO 🧍‼️)