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What if Blitz reconnected with Stolas a week before the fire?
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The owl picked up the painting at a thrift store. He didn’t really seem like the type, but his eyes lit up the moment he saw it. Blitzø thought maybe he bought it as a joke for someone else, but then the owl took it home and put it up on the wall in the middle of his dining room. He stood back with his hands on his hips and smiled all wide at it.
Fucking weirdo.
Whatever. He seemed like an easy target, anyway.
“TADAAAA–ah fuck.”
Blitzø leapt out of the painting and fell flat on his fucking face.
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Or; Blitzø has a job as a sad clown in a painting that is released when people cry in front of him and then he tries to cheer them up but really he just wants them to kill themselves
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3...2...
“Hey, can I borrow that?”
Stolas’ eyes flew open and he stared down at the ground to find an imp staring up at him.
"Your stool." The imp sighed and held up his own noose. "Just like, when you’re done.”
“Oh!” Stolas felt quite foolish. “My apologies, um… yes, of course you can borrow it when I’m done. I won’t be needing it anymore, after all.” He smiled, then tried to bring himself back to the task at hand. He inhaled and exhaled slowly and closed his eyes again.
3…2…
“So is this your first time doing something like this?”
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Or; Stolas and Blitzø meet when they both show up at the same forest to kill themselves.
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“Moxxie, who the fuck is that?”
Blitzø had told Moxxie he didn’t want another court jester. They had been through a shit ton of them and the last one, Dennis, had been so fucking terrible he’d decided it was a position his castle didn’t fucking need.
“He’s a jester, Your Majesty.” Moxxie provided unhelpfully. “Or maybe he’s a clown.”
The guy was dressed in a goofy ass costume made up of reds, yellows, and blues, with a pointy hat on top of his head and the stupid markings painted on his face. Obviously he was a jester. But he was also freakishly tall and covered in feathers, and Blitzø had never seen him before.
“His name, Moxx. And what the fuck is he doing here?” Blitzø snapped, lower eyelid twitching.
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Or; A mysterious clown owl shows up at Blitzø's castle. He doesn't speak, he's not very funny, and Blitzø is unreasonably horny about it.
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Okay. Okay okay okay, no need to panic.
He was 99% sure he was awake. Maybe… 92% sure that he wasn’t hallucinating…
So that meant… It really was yesterday. Or today again. Whatever, it wasn’t tomorrow, today.Lucifer wept, this was confusing.
He was being stupid. He had a whole library of books, he could figure this out. Right?
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The Stolas-Centric–Time Loop-Groundhog-Day-of-Apology-Tour fic literally no one asked for.