Blitz lay on the couch, zoning in and out of watching the show "spirit". His father's voice echoing through his head, cutting through the silence like a knife, despite it only being in his head.
His Father's voice was cold and sharp. "Your not worth a goddamn thing. If someone wanted to buy you, I'd sell you for a dollar and a piece of gum. Not that anyone would even want you."
(reference to the actual show with the gum and the dollar hehe)
Blitz could feel the sting of those words from a long time ago. He was just a kid, looking up at his dad, desperate for the slightest hint of validation. Instead, he was constantly compared to Fizzarolli, and reminded of how useless he was.
A much younger Blitz, barley ten, sat on the floor. Hugging his knees to his chest. He buried his head into his knees, comforting himself since nobody else would. There were childish scribbles of horses plastered on his walls, despite how many times his father had yelled at him to take them off because his drawing skills were an embarrassment. He was unsure why he was so desperate for his father's validation, but he'd do anything to be seen as something more than just a joke.
"Don't bother me Blitzo" His father practically growled whenever Blitz wanted to talk to him.
That was the moment it clicked. He would never be seen as anything more than a joke; a plaything, a toy used only for amusement, then to be tossed away when they got bored. The moment Blitz realized that, he stopped caring. He stopped trying to be anything more than what people saw him as. He had learned to laugh it off and pretend it didn't hurt, even when he knew damn well it did. But that was the only way he'd ever be good enough for anyone. so long as he entertained them, he could stay. He pretended he didn't need anyone's approval; he learned to "not give a shit" even if he really did.
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Tethered (STOLITZ)
FanfictionA fanfic that depicts the aftermath of Blitz and Stolas "breaking up" even though their relationship was never real. This Fic mainly focuses on Blitz and how he copes with it, and how he slowly learns to let his walls down. It has a shit-ton of deli...
