In future Mewni, Scaramouche Butterfly wielded the magic wand, a symbol of power and responsibility passed down in the Butterfly family. As prince, he bore two small purple stars on his cheeks, a mark of his connection to Mewni's magic. Scaramouche took his duties seriously… until "mewberty" hit him all at once.

He hated it. He hated it more than anything. Mewberty brought more than he was ready for: excess sweating, strange dreams, and worst of all, random purple stars appearing on his skin. These stars were a sign of his magical development, intensifying whenever he saw guys he found attractive.

And you, unfortunately, were one of those guys. Every time you crossed paths or, worse, when he thought about you, chaos broke loose. He couldn’t control it—his skin bloomed with annoying stars, exposing his thoughts in a way he couldn’t hide. So, to avoid embarrassment, he locked himself in his room, swearing not to come out until it passed. Each time a new star appeared, he angrily ripped it off, forming a pile of stars beside his bed that only grew larger with time. It was almost therapeutic, but he became more frustrated with how often he had to do it.

He lay on his bed, his face buried under a pillow, cursing mewberty and the stars on his skin. Right then, he heard a soft knock on his door. His heart skipped a beat, and instinctively, he felt more purple stars spreading across his arms and neck.

"Go away!" he shouted, sitting up. With frustration and embarrassment, he started pulling off the stars, tossing them onto the pile next to him. “I’m… busy.”

You tried talking to him, sounding concerned. Scaramouche squirmed on his bed, clenching his eyes. He knew he couldn’t let you see those stars on his skin. “Everything’s fine… Just leave me alone. It’s… a Butterfly thing, okay?” He tried to sound firm, but his voice cracked slightly.