(I'm scared. Frantically desperate with worry.)
(Who wouldn't be? Look at Alex. He's gone through the roof)
The days bled into one another, but Alex could no longer tell the difference. (I can. It's five months now.) The once simple rhythm of his life—watching shows, binge eating, clubbing—had dissolved into a chaotic blur of agony, fear, and ceaseless tasks. (I miss it when he was Piggy, he used to be dependable. Now, I'm downright afraid he will lose himself...if he already hasn't). His world had shrunk down to nothing but the cold walls of the training chamber, the biting taunts of his siblings, and the relentless, ever-present hunger gnawing at his stomach. The weight of his own failure crushed him more than his body ever could. (You didn't fail, Alex. You are more triumphant than you think)
But something dark, something twisted, began to grow in Alex. It was a seed planted by the constant torture, the refusal of rest, the starvation. It was not a seed of strength, as his siblings might have hoped. It was a seed of madness, of bitterness, of utter rage. (If he does something he'll regret, I'll tell you that I tried to help him. It's just that he can't see or hear me since I don't exist)
At first, he had fought back in silence. The tears, the screams, the prayers for mercy—he had kept those to himself. (Mind you, I cried with him, I was beside him too. I comforted him but he couldn't hear no see me. I prayed for the end of those jerks). But now, his mind had shifted. (Almost frighteningly so,) It was no longer about surviving. No, survival had become a joke. His very identity had crumbled into dust, and in its place, something much darker began to emerge. The more they tortured him, the more they forced him to endure, the more he could feel the last remnants of his sanity fraying at the edges. His emotions, once dulled to a state of numbness, were now a chaotic, unstable storm. (No Alex, don't forget, you are the otaku prince. The adorably-annoying Yuki-chan loving Pig whose life I witnessed. You are the same person. You haven't changed emotionally. Just a bit physically. Don't worry)
Alex couldn't stop it. He couldn't slow it down. He was becoming something else—something unrecognizable.
It started with the small things. At first, he stopped responding to their commands. Not because he was too tired to comply, but because he didn't care. Lorelei's voice, once a whip crack against his spine, now felt like a distant murmur. His siblings' taunts, their cruel smiles, their expectations—they all blended together, becoming white noise in the background of his mind. He no longer felt the sting of failure when he couldn't perform. He felt nothing, just a cold emptiness, and a creeping, malicious joy. (I have no words. I tried, ok? I tried.)
When he collapsed on the floor after another brutal drill, Lorelei snapped at him as usual. But instead of the tears or pleading for rest that she was accustomed to seeing, Alex looked up at her with dead eyes. His face, hollow, bore no expression. (I wish I could die now instead of him. Watching this is so painful. If anyone asks why I died(if I do), its because I went terminally ill with worry for this boy)
"Is this what you want?" she demanded, her voice dripping with disdain. "For me to drag you across the finish line because you're too weak to walk on your own?" (How cruel, he could tear you apart if he wants, you know.)
Alex didn't answer. He didn't need to. The look in his eyes was all she needed to see. There was no longer any fear in him. No pleading. No attempt to make her see his suffering, to make her show some semblance of mercy. There was just the faintest flicker of something darker—something cold and terrifying. (Alex..please, don't become insane. It will be hard for you to recover if you turn out like this.)
Lorelei recoiled slightly. She wasn't used to this response. He was no longer the pitiful, whiny child who begged for an ounce of kindness. (Hell yeah, he isn't. And guess who broke him? Its you, you despicable Business-magazine!)
When she turned to walk away, he grabbed her ankle. (No Alex. I know I told you to stab her or punch her or whatever I didn't really mean it. No Alex, don't become dark.)
Her eyes widened in shock. Alex—Piggy Prince, the obese, pampered joke of a prince—was touching her like this, with a grip that felt unnatural. It wasn't the weak grip of a fat, lazy boy; it was the grip of someone who had crossed a line—a line no one had dared cross. (Alex...)
"Don't leave," Alex said, his voice a low rasp. His tone was flat, devoid of emotion, but there was a dangerous edge to it. "You want me to be a king? Then you'll watch me. All of you will watch."
(That's better, just don't get physical. You're too strong now.)
Lorelei recoiled further, yanking her leg free with a sharp motion. "What are you talking about?" she snapped, but there was an edge of unease in her voice. (Good for you Lorelei~)
Alex didn't answer. He just stared at her, those dead eyes now filled with something more, something darker. He stood slowly, with a fluidity that was completely at odds with his once lumbering, fat frame. His movements were cold and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. His body, once a grotesque caricature of excess, had transformed into something sleek, sculpted—unnatural. But it wasn't the transformation of strength that his siblings had hoped for. It was the transformation of a broken mind, warped and twisted beyond recognition. (I'm sorry, Alex...)
And so, the days went on, but they were different now. Alex was different. (Alex is not different, he's just hurt by these jerks)
Lorelei, Julian, and Seraphina no longer saw a spoiled, fat prince who could be pushed around. They saw a broken creature, and they didn't know how to deal with him. He no longer responded to their commands, nor did he show any sign of fear when they escalated the punishment. When they withheld food, when they forced him into endless hours of mental and physical strain, Alex didn't beg, didn't cry. He didn't feel anything. (I mean I'm happy the jerks are a bit scared of him but I am scared it costed more than it seems to Alex)
Instead, he simply… smiled. (No, Alex. Don't smile. Don't break)
It was a twisted, empty smile, but it was a smile nonetheless. A smile that made his siblings uneasy. Something had snapped in Alex, and they couldn't put it back together. He was no longer the prince they had despised, the lazy, spoiled child they had wanted to mold into something usable. No, he was something far worse. (It is the worst I have ever seen him. He is ruined emotionally ALL BECAUSE OF THOSE DARNED SIBLINGS)
It was in the moments when they thought he had given up, when he seemed to be on the brink of collapse, that he would surprise them. He'd rise from the ground, pushing through his exhaustion and pain, his eyes gleaming with something sinister. He would refuse to break, refuse to show weakness, and in those moments, his siblings realized something chilling. (Ah, good for you, I hate you for ruining Alex)
He didn't care anymore. (I wish you will heal one day Alex. You are undeserving of the pain you are experiencing now)
When they found him in the training room one night, standing still, completely unmoving for hours on end, they knew something was wrong. His eyes were vacant, glazed over, but they were unblinking. He hadn't moved a muscle. He hadn't even flinched when they shouted at him, when they ordered him to complete a task. (Dear Jerk Siblings, I advise you to stop this in order for mine and Alex's sanity to not completely disappear)
"Alex," Julian called, his voice unnaturally calm. "What are you doing?"
No answer. Just that stare. That cold, hollow stare that seemed to look through them, past them, into something far darker than they had ever anticipated. (no...)
Seraphina approached him cautiously, her usually confident stride faltering for a moment. "Alex," she tried again, this time with a note of urgency, but his lips parted slightly, forming words that made her blood run cold. (NO...)
"You wanted a king," he whispered, his voice flat and emotionless. "I'll give you a king. But not the one you thought you'd get." (NO!)
With that, the last of Alex's humanity—what little had remained—disappeared. His siblings froze. For a brief, terrifying moment, they saw not a prince, not a spoiled child, but a monster. A king who had been forged through torture, hunger, and pain, and who had emerged from it with only one goal: to reign. (Alex, come on, don't become this way. I promise if you go back to the way before, I'll stop counting the number of snacks you ate or criticise your anime catalogue choices. I'll even praise you from dawn till dusk calling you the Otaku Prince incarnate. Please, don't abandon yourself.)
They had created him, unwittingly. They had forced him into this transformation. And now, Alex Foyer was no longer the boy they had once known. He had become something darker, something broken, something that no amount of royal blood could undo. (He is officially gone past the limits of sanity and entered insanity. All because of you brats. I wish you hell and I wish you the worst anyone can ever wish for)
He was no longer the Piggy Prince. He was the king they had made him into, and they had no idea how to control him. (I can't reconcile the you before and now. But I know that you are still there somewhere Alex. I hope you'll be able to find yourself again one day.)
And for Alex, that was the most terrifying truth of all. (No Alex, the Truth is that you're better than this and that you should never give yourself up. Just don't abandon your true self. Come on Alex. What will your favourite anime character Yuki-chan think if she were real and saw this?)
(Am I just to accept this? Has he gone past his anime whims and realised everything is meaningless?)
(But Alex, in life, sometimes the most meaningless things are what gives one a purpose.)
(You've lost yourself, but I hope you'll find yourself again one day, Alex)
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