To Kill a Balloon Man
folie à deux
/ˌfɒli a ˈdəː/
noun
A delusion or mental illness shared by two people in close association.
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"A Dragon has 3 Heads."
One to be Monarch Whos Crown Will Weigh Heavy
. ⋆˙⟡₊♕₊⟡˙⋆ 𓉱 𓉳
One to be a Murderer who will unleash Death.
∴☥∵ ⚰ 𓂀 𓇋 ☩ ✞
And One to be Mad Whos Ideas will change History.
𓆝 𓃰 𓃱 𓀀 𓀁 𓆣 𓆤
A Monarch…. I am that monster~ ⋆˙⟡₊♕₊⟡˙⋆
The boy choked on his words,
His face turned bright pink in embarrassment… He was shy, this sounded like the script of a cartoon, it was childish…
The mirror fogs as he speaks, staring at himself, a boy in animal pajamas, dark-skinned, hair a mess, he clutched a wrinkled piece of notebook paper like it held the secrets of the universe or at least a passing grade in 4th year drama class.
His mother, Olivia stepped into the room, dark haired with ragged clothing, she smiled and adjusted his bow tie.
They were not rich, but Olivia did everything she could to help Issak. He was her heart.
Her smile.
Her sunshine.
Her boy was her pride and joy. Her everything.
Smiling as she heard his lines for his school play she asked him.
"A conqueror? A king? And how are you going to do that, young man?" she teased.
He smiled, innocent and bright. "One day I'll have my own army, a group of friends and family who believe in me. We'll change everything!"
"Oh really?" she said, proud of her little chipmunk tugging at his cheeks. "And what will your group be called?" she asked.
His eyes lit up "It will represent a perfect world, We will call it."
"Nirvana,"
As his eyes flickered with a strange light, the television in the living room crackled to life.
**Breaking News:** "Active *terrorist* revolutionary group Nirvana has severed ties between the United States and their strongest ally killing 40,000—
His mother blinked confused, she tried to comprehend the words she just heard.
~Its not a school play mom.
Then she heard it again. It clicked *Nirvana?*
Her face was drained of color.
Her blood ran cold. So cold she felt her organ failure creep up her back. Like a rusty knife itching, dragging its filth against her spinal cord she was paralyzed, frozen stiff.
And just like that her spine bent at a 90 degree angle.
Olivia's bones turnt to biscuits as she bent and fell against the cheap hardwood floor.
Her elbows rotated inward with a wet twist, forearms curling under her weight as her knees blew sideways. In seconds she wasn't standing at all.
She was down on all fours, trembling, shaped like something grotesque.
She tried to scream but let out a ball of saliva and liquid alongside a horrific sound.
She tried to think but her skull took form of an animal, squeezing on her brain she couldn't think.
She tried to breathe, but only then did the nightmare begin.
Her nostrils had slowly, shrunk to tiny pinholes, useless needle sized holes that pulled in nothing but a thin whistle of air. Every breath she dragged through her mouth came out as a horrible, wet, keening sound — an animalistic wail she couldn't control.
It was disgusting.
Issak looked at his dying mother.
And that's where it happened.
Like a madman, he took to the sky, imagining angel like wings.
"You created me."
"Well no more."
~Clap
"You will not be credited with the name "mother"
"I'm meant to be pure."
"Meant to be beautiful"
"I was not meant to be born through two humans fucking like pigs."
As the childs anger boiled they continued
Everyone will hear of my Legend, hear that I came to exist through....
Beautiful Virgin Birth.
Concieved by the very universe as an awnser to save it.
You see Issak had a problem.
He was delusional to a terrifying degree.
Ever since he was a child he had a chronically obsessive savior complex.
One embedded within him soo deep that he poisoned his brain and planned this day for years to come.
He was so insane that he had named this day his 'birthday'.
As his mother's condition degenerated further. Issak looked to the heavens.
Cracking open like clay, her flesh turned pale and slick, taking on a swollen, rubbery texture. It glistened with a foul, greasy sheen. The smell hit a second later — a sour, fermented stench, the reek of something that stunk like a pig.
Issak's eyes turnt black
His pupils bled out of his eyeballs.
Her face began to melt in a horrific manner, the world around her turned—
"Mommy?" Issak whispered
"Im sorry you were a sheep."