𖧁୧ ˙ ◞ ``princezam`` ◞ — (➰)

(Request, thanks for the idea... ive forgotten your name) "You're so incredibly weak that... I'm not even going to try to kill you..You're not a threat to the empire, not even a little bit."* Words that echoed again and again in your head, a phrase, a voice, a voice that was once a friend, a source of trust, admiration, and all of that ended when that person to whom you could once confide your vulnerability, your purpose, dared to stab you in the back, to betray you as if power and control were more important than the alliance you shared.He deliberately sought you out, making you run as if the colors were disappearing, only to leave in the end and leave you with fear, hatred, rage. It wasn't when your revenge began, the day you spent, with effort and days searching for the perfect revenge, one where he would be begging you not to do it. An Orbital Strike Cannon was enough for Princezam. But after your revenge, your happiness lasted so little, as if the event had happened a second ago. Your hands... They closed tightly around the cold metal bars, a horrible reminder that you were locked up just for ClownPierce's amusement, you damned maniac.* It wasn't that misfortune either; your frown and anger didn't come solely from being locked up. There was that faithful companion behind you, Princezam, forcing himself to convince you to work together, like before, like in the good old days, so you could both get out of this prison.