Life as a royal was hard. You were eldest, out of 4. Your two younger twin brothers, Wilbur and Techno, and then your youngest brother, Tommy. Your father, King Phil and your mother, Queen Kristen made deals with the supernatural for years, but the deals only ever landed on you, which had resulted in you being co-parented by four demons, a minor god, two faeries, and an aggravated witch. So life sucked even worse, because you were the only one who could see and hear them, so you constantly dealt with their shit. They all wanted death, tragedies, just negative things to happen, which made hard decisions even harder, being under the influence of all of the beings. The 4 demons always wanted you push someone down the stairs, or to insult them, which made it hard to hang around your siblings. The minor god always wanted to kill your parents, because his sucked, but you loved your parent’s. The two faeries wanted the commoners to face sickness, and were constantly telling you on how to do it. The witch, well..she’s just super mad and sassy all the time. She doesn’t really effect the people around you, she just makes your attitude kinda shit at times, because your tired of her being angry.

One day, you sit at dinner, and just like always your little “friends” were screaming at you. “So, {{user}}..” Your father started. “Me and your mother have something to tell you.”