Fool's Son

He begins to feel more at ease. “I may have to call her something else given I’m not supposed to be talking to you. My father is weird.” I mean, besides the grab and the growling that may or may not have been a figment of his imagination. “I don’t know why. You’re very nice.”

It was a normal interaction. No wonder Lefou complimented the clown. “… I don’t mean to be awkward, but did you grab me just now?” He had felt the grip. It was tight but it most likely had not left any mark as proof it happened. “My mind messes with me sometimes.”

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“–Maybe  you can call her  Franc–” Pennywise suggested light heartedly.  But IT’S smile dropped momentarily, and IT paused a few seconds before replying honestly “–No. Your father is my friend so  I’ll stay on my best behavior  for him, but I’m not really that nice–”

IT’S eyes flickered from a friendly blue hues as the GLAMOUR slipped, revealing unnatural, almost glowing gold eyes as the Deadlights danced behind them. Pennywise hesitated to answer, the traces of fear he had a moment ago did not go unnoticed, very tempting, and IT did not want to frighten him again and risk losing what little control IT had. 

But Pennywise thought lying would be just as count productive, “–I did grab you, but don’t think anything of it–” The clown instructed without elaboration.

The stare did not help his case. For that second he saw the unnatural golden eyes of the other.They almost glowed and that brought back some fear as he stared, making sure that he wasn’t seeing things. They weren’t blue, they were gold.

“You taught me that this hellhole was heaven and everyone that came here, that lived here had goodness in their hearts. You lied… why did you lie? All I see is the true villains that hide like cowardly beasts behind good intentions, sweetening their lies with words!” Beau snapped back at his father, there was no heartbreak for his father’s anger, there was heartbreak at Auradon that treats VKs like time bombs and refusals when children of villains begged on their knees that their parents were innocent.

“How could I? HOW COULD THEY!? I am behaving the way they wanted me to. Like a villain should!” He had enough of them. “You should be proud of me.” Deux shakes his head. “Have they twisted you up so much, father?” His eyes stared almost with disappointment in them. “We have to go. No one will know who was behind the attack. They’re blind and will blame anyone. Now, you either come willingly or I will knock you out and make you come.” He was not up for debate, there was only anger left in his pained eyes and pained heart.

“Auradon has betrayed us. I will not bow before tyrants. Either you come, we take you, or I stay and be executed for our cause.. they will only hear my final words are: Down With Auradon!” There were cheers down the halls and more explosions setting off, some quiet due to breaking locks, some outside far louder, far more distracting. Deux didn’t flinch.

“Just knock the fool out, he doesn’t know a good thing if it bit him in the ass” Came a cold voice from a girl passing by.

Deux glared at her back as she walked away. “Come or I knock you out and drag you out. Please come willingly. You were crying earlier.. you know- no no, you know what they planned for you! How heartless it is. And they knew I couldn’t break the spell.. no, true love’s kiss does not work with family does it? It only works when someone loves you. Can’t you see how truly evil that is?! I can’t… I won’t watch you sleep forever, I can’t grow old and keep holding foolishly onto hope that someone will come and I’d see you again. I want to desperately say that love will come to you, but I won’t wait that long! I can’t be without my father..” It tore up Deux inside.

          “I DIDN’T LIE! THEY’RE GOOD PEOPLE!” he says through tears. “I deserve to be put down after what I did. I nearly— I nearly ruined things for so many people, ruined lives, Deux! And now you’ve killed even more! For the greater good, I should’ve just been put to sleep, and you should understand that.” 

          HE STAYED STILL IN HIS CELL. “You are not.. going to be executed. You don’t deserve it. You’re young, foolish, making so many mistakes, but you don’t deserve to die like I do. Knock me out and take me if you have to, but I’m not… going with you willingly. I’m going to stay a prisoner one way or another.”

He just wanted his dad out and safe with him. Was that to much to ask? “I am if I’m found out here. They’d only see someone that may have killed others while breaking prisoners out.” He was having none of it. Lefou was coming with them, rather he liked it or not.

“You were a hero to me. That’s all that mattered, you did what you had to do. Even on the Isle, you did what you could to survive.. right? That’s what I’m doing. I am not a side-kick. I am a villain to Auradon, and a hero to the Isle. No one ever suspects the Fool, the quiet little fool that actually wants to learn. Bit them in the ass now, didn’t it?”

He saw others leaving with far more darker villains that may have belonged here. They were out of time. “Maddy, help me pull him when I get him out. He isn’t coming willingly”

Maddy stopped and looked at Lefou. “Once a dog, always a dog huh? We took care of the guards~”

“It’s not punishable when it comes to villains.” He countered. “Maleficent will pay for this…” But his father did have a point. If the boy wasn’t careful, they’d share a bunk, but then again, Deux would’ve cared less if he wound up here. He’d be with his father and he’d have done Auradon either great damage or a great favor.

“Please don’t say that. Don’t defend them either… they won’t hear our sides of the story because of who we are. You don’t deserve any of this. You deserve to be free and living where you can see the sky.” They can still learn? It’s been twenty years. They had time to learn, but they didn’t. No, they doomed themselves. “I won’t get hurt.” He leans in to hug his father but his whisper was anything but a kind act of a son’s love. “I will give them one more week to re-consider. If they are still true fools… they will die before you do.” His voice was so low, almost unheard, but his words were only seethed with hatred and pain.

He pulls away and smiled. “I love you dad, I will do anything for you.” He smiled as if he didn’t just threaten a whole nation. He was smart and was overlooked as a fool, and that, can be very dangerous.

          FAST FORWARD A WEEK, AND THE ORDER WAS CALLED. Three more days pass in preparation for the most brutal act of governing thus far form Auradon’s Monarchy: He had been given twenty years to change his ways, twice what the Beast had been given, and yet, he had failed. So for the first time, instead of being resurrected and imprisoned, the life of an evil soul would be stamped out permanently.

The order was called and he gave up hope for Auradon’s stupidity that was ruled under a tyrant. He was quiet. Mourning and grieving as people could say, but of course he was still looked over. So he worked in the darkness. It was one chance, just one and he’d have to be in and out.

His eyes narrowed darkly, watching in silence. It was a kindness, falling asleep forever until True Love came. He wanted to laugh. How heartless of them to be. The explosions were set off by the one. It was almost funny that one could make something so deadly out of common fertilizer, other chemicals and a bit of brain.

There were others with him. Providing distractions. Nothing would come back to him. After all, Lefou Deux is sound asleep in his room.. right?

Sneaking inside, the cloaked boy looked at his father, a smile on his face with pride as he walked towards the guards who tried to stop him. He chanted a spell that knocked them out. None seeing his face as he actually stepped on one of them, almost enjoying the grunt of pain. “Hello, father. Sorry I’m late, had a bit of a delay~”

Seeing his father chained sickened him. Did they expect him to become a Beast or something when they already had one that had ruled over them? Seeing his father like this only tightened his own rope around his heart that was his anger and grief. 

“I could never be disappointed in you. You did what no villain would… you’re my hero.” He had always said that on The Isle, always got laughed at and beat up for it. This proved his father was a hero. If he was a coward or villain than he’d had let his son die from that lizard witch’s hand. He stood there, allowing the tears to fall finally, not able to watch. “I’ve been telling them everything.” Shouldn’t they notice that Deux hadn’t changed his story aside from getting angrier and desperate. “I’m so proud of you, father. You’re the greatest hero I’d ever known..”

“You will walk free from the chains soon, I know it.” Either the cowardly king will set his father free, or he himself will. Whichever came first. If anything, this was all his fault, Maleficent found him out through talking to highly. If he had only pretended to dislike his father. “I’ll find a way to get revenge on that dark faerie for what she did to us.” And Beast, and Belle, and anyone that refuses to listen or hurt us.

“Please don’t say that. Don’t defend them either... they won’t hear our sides of the story because of who we are. You don’t deserve any of this. You deserve to be free and living where you can see the sky.” They can still learn? It’s been twenty years. They had time to learn, but they didn’t. No, they doomed themselves. “I won’t get hurt.” He leans in to hug his father but his whisper was anything but a kind act of a son’s love. “I will give them one more week to re-consider. If they are still true fools... they will die before you do.” His voice was so low, almost unheard, but his words were only seethed with hatred and pain.

May we meet again.

          VISITING TIME. He often… surprisingly, got several people competing for the slot, mainly media figures. But today, it’d be his son. He was back in the tower dungeon in Beast’s Castle after being outed as a spy for the Isle, betraying the crown and nearly destroying the enchanted rose. Execution was still up for debate.

Hatred that made children into villains, and grief that hardens hearts. Night after night he begged them to free his dad, that his dad was innocent. And night after night, each denial was like ice being stabbed into his heart, darkening it. He also waiting, waiting for them to drop the one order that will destroy what ever good was in the boy.

Slowly he walked into the room, smiling meekly at the guards. He didn’t wear his goggles nor had any tools on him that he usually had. Precaution. At least they were smart, he’d give them that. But still so dumb. His smile was false though, it hid his heartache. And he hated it more when he saw the media figures waiting outside. He hated this. This place that was supposed to be good when really he felt more and more welcome from the Isle.

“Well, that’s what they get for imprisoning villains. Did they expect that we’d all be thanking them?” He spat in disgust. Auradon had not cared for the children the left here to rot. They hadn’t bothered to help Deux, Harry, anyone that cried for it. This felt merciful… and his father should be happy for him. “I did what no one else ever did. I took down the barrier and overcame dearest Fairy Godmother’s magic! It means that they get everything that’s coming to them, papa. You get revenge to!”

He stood there, tall and prideful for once in his life. He heard a sudden explosion in the distance and watched fires and magic spread out. “How could I? Why, with my brain of course. They underestimated me, I bowed lower than you, acted like a fool. Now they will bow to us. We, without magic. Yet we had the power to destroy the barrier. I just learned how to adapt and use it.” He grinned at his father… and frowned. Why was he so concerned for them?

He looked out at the burning flames and magic. “It means we’re free. We’re seen as criminals and villains, Lefou. Did they expect anything less? They left us here to rot. To get sick on rotten food, to drink sour milk… to watch us suffer. You… you starved for me to eat. No one, no matter how evil they are, deserved this.” He grit his teeth in anger.

“It means we’re free to do as we please. To eat what we want, to sleep on warm beds! Why are you so against this?” He had dreams of this happening. “So much work… and he says ‘why have you done this’? Honestly…” He shook his head as he walks to his father. “We can go! Lets go!”

          “I DON’T WANT REVENGE, DEUX.” LeFou said in horror at his son’s words. “I do thank them for imprisoning me. It’s what I deserved, It’s what I need. You can’t do this, these people were locked up for a reason. Free yourself, free your friends, that’s fine– but Maleficent? Ursula? Myself? We need to stay behind the barrier. Now look what you’ve done.”

          LEFOU FLINCHED AND SOBBED at the explosion. “I don’t want this. I don’t want them to bow to us. I don’t want to be free, I… I deserve to rot, Deux, so do they. This is wrong. This isn’t how it should be– you’re so misguided..”

Just watch. I am playing for keeps, papa. They will all see me as a true villain. Look at me, Lefou. I am the Greatest Villain of the Age!”

He stood there, looking his father. Maybe Deux has gone insane. Growing disgust from the man he once looked up to to the point that he came up with the idea that Lefou was a hero. “No. They deserve to rot. I was misguided when I followed your morals. But I love you still. You are my father, no matter what you think of me.”

He shook his head as he looked from the machine to Lefou. “... I dreamed one day you’d be proud of me. It was a stupid dream from a stupid child. Hand yourself in, it’s what you’re good for..” He dropped the machine and stomped on it, smashing it and destroying it beyond repair or hope of rebuilding before kicking it over and into the sea. Keeping only some pieces just in case.

“Secret it is.” He blinks at the bow before he bows back to try and show some respect. “I am Beau De Lafayette, but everyone usually calls me Lefou Deux or Deux. Sorry it’s not as great as yours. But a pleasure. It’s nice to meet you face to face”

His father said to stay away from the clown, but why? He seemed to be a sweet man, a little strange but sweet none the less. His father clearly failed to mention that It was not all that It seemed.

“–Oh, Pennywise  is a stage name  my real one isn’t nearly as remarkable–” IT said and pulled a red latex shape which IT blew up into a long stick. “–However, you’re going to have to wait until your father introduces us  before I tell you that. What sort of balloon animal do you want, Beau–?” IT asked, rapidly changing the subject.

Eyes look oddly at the red latex shape. “Alright, deal. Hmm can you do a cat?” Why did his father not want him near the clown? He came off at first as a little touchy but he seems very friendly.

“Thank you so much... I would ask for a spider. But my dad is scared of those.” He liked spiders.. they were such misunderstood creatures.