And here we are. If you're not following my other stories, let me be the first to say I hope you enjoy this. If you are following me, then this might come as a bit of a surprise. The new story and the series I'm writing for.

Notably, it's the first western cartoon I'm writing for after spending time writing for anime and anime-esque series. It takes quite a bit to tie me to a fandom and even more for me to want to write fanfiction for it.

Star vs. the Forces of Evil is currently my favorite western cartoon, and what drew me to it was it's lore. It's a series that you can theorize for days about, and that's why I've decided to write a story about it.

Chapter 1: Mewberty

Marco's right arm tingled.

He hoped that was because he was sleeping on it wrong.

He had awoken in a cold sweat, and that right arm was the first thing his brain zeroed in on. Paranoia perhaps in the wake of his nightmare, which has been reoccurring in the wake of the strange event.

"Strange event" seemed to define his life ever since his best friend Star Butterfly had entered his life and spiced it up. Amazing adventures, fighting monsters, and breathtaking feats of magic were par for the course now. So was the occasional deathly terrifying event.

Ever so often he was reminded of those when he stared at his right arm, but up to this point nothing had compared to the experience that occurred the other week at school. Several events had happened in the wake of that event; more monsters, she had started spelling in her sleep, and he had danced with Star under the Blood Moon and had nearly gotten fried by her demon ex-boyfriend Tom for his troubles.

Nothing quite stood out like the Mewberty incident, however.

Marco stared out the window in his room, getting a glimpse of the yellow bricks that made up the castle tower that Star had apparently transferred straight from her home. The lights were off and the room quiet, which meant that due to the lack of noise that Star could only be asleep. Despite being the one to undergo it, Mewberty didn't seem to affect Star beyond the little wings she had developed after the event was over. She seemed to be blissfully unaware of what had happened after she locked herself in that locker and underwent her transformation.

When they shared one of their bestie hugs, he could feel the indent of her wings under her dress, and be reminded of that event. And that wasn't a good thing.

Marco pursed his lips as he lay on his back, staring at his ceiling with a look of contemplation. He slid his feet forward, venturing under the covers and pulling himself out once they hit the floor. After pulling on one of his signature red hoodies, he was out the door to his bedroom.

He tiptoed past his parent's room, in the opposite direction of the door that led to Star's transplanted room. After sneaking downstairs and being careful not to creak the steps, he snuck into the garage and pulled his bike out before exiting through the side door and unlatching the gate on the side of his house.

He took off down his driveway and onto the road, the cool wind whipping his hair back as he barely seemed to be paying attention to what was happening around him. Cars passed by occasionally and one even honked at him, obviously wondering what a boy his age was doing out so late at night. He paid them no mind, mind focused on his destination and what would come of it once he got what he needed.

The clerk at the convenience store down the street from his house seemed to share the sentiment as the honking car as he dropped a whole tub of pudding on the counter.

"Kid, what are you doing?" she asked.

"Buying chocolate pudding," he grunted back.

"It's 3 o'clock in the morning. Why on Earth are you buying chocolate pudding?"

"Because I've lost control of my life."

The clerk looked at him oddly, but rang him up anyway. The trip back home was just as uneventful as the trip there, but he took a deep breath when he got back to his room and deposited the tub of pudding on his floor.

"Now comes the hard part."

Marco crept out of his bedroom once again, but this time he went directly towards the door to Star's tower. The door creaked slightly as he turned the knob and he winced as it did so, but he poked an eye through the opening.

There on the bed, completely zonked out was his friend. The princess lay on top of the covers in her usual blue nightgown, her mouth wide open and a rivulet of drool leaking out as she snored ungracefully.

If she could see him now, she'd probably call him a "weirdy-weirdo" and boop him on the nose. But he wasn't here for Star, as he pulled the sheets from under her bed and reached underneath to pull out the dusty old spellbook that she kept under there.

Hoisting it under one arm, he turned back from where he came and let sleeping princesses lie. When he got back to his room, he placed the book on the floor and the tub of pudding between himself and the book.

His heart beating, he began flipping through the book, ignoring all the spells on all the different pages and anything to do with magic. As he got to the middle, he stopped when he saw something pop up on the page.

Marco suppressed a shudder and a gag, and suddenly had the urge to violently claw out his eyes. Sitting on the felt page as if it were a bed was Glossaryck, clad in an open robe that left little to the imagination and situated in a seductive pose and grin that was lost on his gross, hairy, purple body. Not helping was the half dozen beetles and creepy-crawlies that went scurrying in every direction once Marco found that page.

The grin never left his face even as he noticed Marco, but the look of condescension that seemed present the last time Marco talked to this little prick was even stronger. The little incident at school would have been the first time he talked to Star's magic teacher, but in the ensuing weeks he had come to see a lot of Glossaryck. He was starting to pop up every time Star opened her spellbook.

Talking to Glossaryck seemed to bring out something in the quiet boy. Last time they had interacted they wound up flinging insults at each other for the better part of an hour, though he imagined that if Star were actually there for that it wouldn't have gone that way.

"We're doing this again? What more do you want? Nature could not be stopped, except when it did at 3:57 P.M. Everything's back to normal, rah rah, kumbaya."

Marco glared at the tiny wizard, until he grabbed the tub of pudding and hugged it to his knees. Glossaryck's eyes fell upon the foodstuff, and his eyes lit up greedily.

"I-Is that a... tub of pudding?"

Marco slid it forward, and it came to a halt before bumping up against the edge of the book. Glossaryck continued staring at it with glossy eyes, reaching a gangly finger to touch it as if to determine it was real.

The way he looked at it was mystified, but when he stared back up at Marco he had a look of disdain.

"What's this about, Mr. Diaz? Do you want to learn magic and having access to the book? Do you want to learn all the secrets of the universe? Because bribing me with pudding is a... good... way to start!"

Glossaryck couldn't seem to resist, and the lid of the pudding tub lit up with a blue glow and began to unscrew.

Marco crossed his legs into a seated position.

"No, and no. Well, maybe it is a secret of the universe. It shouldn't be anything groundbreaking. I've wanted to ask you something that's been on my mind, something really complicated."

Glossaryck started eating the pudding with his hands, prompting a look of disgust from Marco. "Well, get on with it, my boy. If it's about your teenage drama, then you've come to the wrong place. But you look scared and confused; I bet it's something different."

Marco balled his fists up, and he swallowed.

"Glossaryck. What was all that?" he said, "What is Mewberty?"

Glossaryck sighed.

"I told you already. It was nature!"

"That's not what I meant! I was there, and Star was there... and Star! She almost... she almost..." Marco stuttered, his voice as sharp as it could be while remaining a whisper.

"Hm?" Glossaryck frowned and raised an eyebrow, "Oh. Oh..." he said as understanding seemed to dawn on him, "What exactly happened during Star's Mewberty?"

Marco stared forward, not regarding the little blue man as he thought of the events of the other day. The purple six-armed butterfly... thing that Star had become, the purple hearts she excreted and could control like a spider's web, and how she had captured nearly every boy in the school.

"God, what a little creep..." Marco thought as he sprinted into the hallway where he had left Star. He had just finished feeding Glossaryck pudding to little avail, but in the short time he had been away the hallway had been transformed into a jungle.

Those little purple hearts that Star secreted were everywhere, forming vines along the floors, walls, and lockers. He passed by several girls who were huddled in odd places, behind garbage cans, benches, and the like. Almost as if they were hiding. A pit formed in his stomach; where were all the boys?

As he passed by a row of lockers, he nearly jumped out of his skin as someone reached forward and grabbed his wrist.

"You gotta get us out of here, man!" a fear-filled voice exclaimed. He turned to the side; it was the boy who had been drinking from the fountain when Star's Mewberty broke out.

Marco took a step back in recoil at this horror show. No less than a dozen boys were all trapped within the row of lockers, their doors ripped off their hinges and instead the purple webbing trapping them in there like bars.

It was then that the door to the boy's bathroom swung open, and out came a purple-skinned, six-armed humanoid figure with insect-like wings carrying another boy by his shirt.

"Star?" he asked incredulously, as the winged butterfly girl threw the boy into a locker to join his classmates before producing those purple hearts from her now six hands to trap him.

"Star, you gotta get a hold of yourself! You're scaring everyone!" the butterfly creature ignored him, "I said, stop!" Marco demanded, his temper flaring as he grabbed one of the transformed Star's wrists.

Marco stared into her eyes; they were perfectly heart shaped and were staring back at him blankly. A shudder of fear ran up his spine and he swallowed a lump in his throat.

"Now she's mad..." the scared boy in the locker whispered fearfully. With strength that surprised Marco but that he somehow knew Star was capable of, she pinned him against one of the lockers and let loose a stream of the sticky purple hearts from all six of her hands.

They covered his arms and legs and part of his stomach and head, rapidly encasing him like a cocoon. She stopped a moment leaving the rest of his body uncovered, getting in real close to the point where he could clearly hear the frequent buzzing of her insect wings.

She stared at him, deep in thought before the bug girl's face lit up with a wide smile.

"Marco!" she stated happily, and the boy shuddered. Her voice was pretty much the same as before, but there was an odd lilt in it that told him this was not the Star he knew.

She leaned forward, their bodies pressing against one another as Marco felt his heartbeat quicken and a blush spread upon his face at the contact. What was she doing?

Before anything could happen though, the sound of out of tune keytar playing filled the air, and pulled Star's attention away from whatever she was about to do.

She turned her head and stared curiously at where the noise was coming from, and a smile even dreamier that the one she had given him lit up her face.

"Star?" he asked. That was his fatal mistake. Perhaps she would've flown away to find her crush and leave him be. But he had drawn her attention back to him, and no longer was her gaze looking at him with affection.

Instead it was cold and aloof. She did however lean in to him again, her face up close to his cheek as if she were about to kiss him. That would've been awkward later but Marco was wholly unprepared for what happened next. Marco actually thought she was going to do so, but those thoughts quickly evaporated when there came a sharp pain on his cheek like his skin was being bitten into, which intensified as Star tore a small bite of his flesh off.

Marco gave what could be described as the cross between a pained grunt and a shocked gasp as warm liquid began to pool around the wound. His body seized up in shock as he seemed to comprehend what was happening, as his brown eyes stared at the butterfly creature Star had become as she backed off him.

She was chewing...

Marco's mind ran a mile a minute as she swallowed, looking back down at her captive prey. Star's mouth opened wider this time. Wider than a humanoid mouth would even seem to allow. A bite from that would take off a lot more, if she didn't engulf his head completely.

"S-Star? Y-You wouldn't..."

As the gaping maw of the insect closed in on him, the beeping of a watch went off in another part of the school, and Glossaryck blearily got up from his pudding coma to shut it off. The moment he did, Star collapsed where she was, her Mewberty features beginning to fade.

Marco pulled himself out of the web, running on adrenaline. His heart raced and pounded with fear as when he looked back there was Star, sitting in a pile of her own Mewberty hearts looking as she did before this whole nightmare even happened.

She was rising to her feet blearily, and Marco threw the hood of his hoodie up without even thinking, not caring as blood on his left cheek stained the fabric.

"Star, you're back!" he cried. Star looked at him, and he could see the obliviousness present in her eyes. She didn't even realize what had happened.

Relief coursed through him at the sight of the back to normal Mewman girl, but for just a split-second he hesitated before coming over and hugging her.

He didn't have the heart to tell her...

Glossaryck rubbed his chin.

"That... hmm, how do I explain this?"

Glossaryck shoved another handful of pudding into his mouth.

"Huh, would've thunk that the Queen would put more thought into this before sent Star off to Earth. Then again, it's been so long since something like happened. Mewman girls usually go through Mewberty in their home dimension surrounded by their own species."

"What are you talking about?" Marco asked.

"Boy, you know by now that mewmans and humans aren't the same species. We come from another dimension with its own set of rules. Star may look like you, but she is in fact not the same as you. Mewberty should just be a little reminder of that fact." Glossaryck said happily, without a care in the world.

"Yes, yes. But what does that have to do with what happened at school? Why did Star try to..." Marco paused, "eat me?" he choked out.

"Hmm, well mewberty is in a sense like your puberty. It marks a change in a young mewman's life, though quick and messy as opposed to long and drawn-out. But what it is happens to be a part of a Mewman's mating patterns; girls go boy-crazy in their Mewberty state in an attempt to mate."

Marco didn't know what felt ickier. He had already guessed that was what Star was doing was sexual in nature; it being the equivalent of puberty and all. So that meant that what Star was trying to do while pressing up against him was...

"Good god..." Marco said. He almost felt sick just thinking about it.

Good thing that didn't happen, but the thought of the princess slumbering peacefully away in the next room would do that to him of all people was a little jarring. He chalked it up as the effects of Mewberty, but there was a little nagging voice in the back of his mind.

He quashed it; that situation between friends would've been awkward at best and criminal at worst.

So, Star in her Mewberty wanted to take him as a... mate.

"God, I can barely even think about it!"

But that didn't last. Something had changed during that sequence.

"In a Mewberty state, Mewman girls can still recognize the males of their own species from those of a different one, so while they may go crazed with lust, they are not cannibalistic. Add to that that Mewberty is carefully monitored and steps are taken in Mewni to help the process go smoothly and most girls exit Mewberty without any incidents. When it comes to different species that mewmans can mate with, such as humans, things get a little hairier." Glossaryck continued.

"On Mewni, an unwanted or discarded mate will simply be ignored as she moves onto the next one. If the potential mate is a non-mewman and discarded, the mewman girl will consume it."

Glossaryck finished his explanation on nature's horror stories, and Marco stared at Glossaryck with is mouth hanging slightly open. The hair stood up on the end of his arms. He still had so many questions, but the whole alien process reminded Marco of the mating patterns of insects, which given the form Star had taken made a whole lot of sense.

But the eeriest thing of all was how random it was. There were no cues that this would happen; no warning signs before hand and nothing that had occurred since other than the manifestation of Star's tiny wings.

Star was kind, cheerful, and friendly. And after Mewberty she remained kind, cheerful, and friendly. There was nothing to indicate that his friend was a horrible monster intent on devouring him. She was still Star, and he knew that when she hugged him in the ensuing moments following the end of her Mewberty.

He had hesitated.

"Why? Why does this happen? A state like this? Mewman girls just become butterfly people for an hour or two as part of their mating pattern, and then it's just done? I know Mewni is a dimension with magic, but it makes no sense. It... it does not compute."

"Whelp, that's about the gist of it. The only reason Star didn't eat you was because she ran out of time. She grew her Mewberty wings and the phase was done. It's short, and nothing happens like this again. Externally, Mewman men are indistinguishable from you humans, and mewman women are the same except for this little brief period. Rest assured, the girl sleeping in the next room is who Star really is, and she still clearly cares about you."

Marco took a glance at the pudding tub; it was completely empty. Glossaryck had sure downed that thing in a hurry. As the tiny blue wizard sat upon one of the pages as if it were a bed, Marco felt his troubles were eased, if not for the final parting words he gave.

"Seems to come out of nowhere though, doesn't it? Makes you wonder why it happens. You're going to be the kid who asks the burning questions and throws the status quo all out of whack, aren't you?" Glossaryck gave a light chuckle, but there was very little humor in his voice.

"Well, I'll just leave the question of why a mystery. For your sake..." Glossaryck said ominously, no longer smiling.

"Goodbye!" the little wizard chirped.

The book slammed shut.

"Happy birthday on your birthday day! Happy birthday on your birthday day! And now... for the best bestie a best bestie could ever have!" Star sang giddily, before reaching behind her back and producing a tray of colorful cupcakes to her magic mirror.

The floating horse head on the other side of the magic mirror gave a big grin at her best friend's birthday well-wishes, but it quickly turned into a monotone recited speech as she remembered her station, of which the mere mention of sent Star into a frightened frenzy as she bound over what looked like a pair of her own legs and hid in her hope chest on the other side of the room.

"Girl, you have got to get it together! I'm the one doing hard time here!" Pony Head admonished, as Star carefully walked around the kicking legs under her rug.

"I know, but I can't stand the thought of that place. If you were free, we could totally party it up!" Star exclaimed, going over the various birthday events that she thought up to do with her best friend.

"Oh yeah girl, that would be the bomb! But looks like you'll have to stay at home with boring old Earth turd."

Star smiled awkwardly.

"Yeahhhhhh, Marco." she said, the smile not quite reaching her eyes. Pony Head looked unimpressed.

"What did Earth turd do? I swear if he hurt you-"

"Nonono!" Star said hurriedly, "At least, I don't think he did anything." Just as the two princesses were discussing the Earth boy, Marco burst into the room, performing a flurry of karate moves on the air.

"Ready to take out life's frustration on some ill-intentioned monsters?" he asked. Star stood there blankly, and she shared a glance with Pony Head, her blue eyes shining as a silent conversation happened between them.

Pony Head furrowed her brow, looking at Marco intently as even she seemed to pick up on what Star was implying. The boy she labelled Earth turd was still the same dorky nerd she had met before, but something was different.

Star had noticed it too in the past few weeks, but it was difficult for her to explain. He was never as loud and energetic as her, but Marco didn't seem to carry the same zeal as before. The best way she could describe it was that there was a touch more hesitation in his words and actions, like he was unsure of himself. It was subtle but it was there.

Just then, there was a clanking of a cold metal door opening on the other side of the mirror.

"Oh, no. I publicly displayed personal emotion to another individual. And that's my third strike!" the horse head on the mirror cried out, as strange robot guards in masks crowded her cell and dragged the wayward princess out.

The mirror went blank with static.

"Uh, what just happened?" Marco asked eloquently.

So, there they were, hiding behind an outcropping of rocks outside the infamous St. Olga's School for Wayward Princesses that Star was so deathly afraid of. A new group of princesses were being ushered in to apparently go through an orientation with someone named Miss Heinous.

Marco was being all dorky with his tales of techniques from prison escape movies, bless his soul. She even conjured him a nice, poofy princess dress to disguise himself in while they snuck in, and pink was definitely his color.

But any thoughts of levity were quickly dashed in Star as they passed the gates, and she clung close to Marco while looking around fearfully at her school of terrors.

They followed the strange robot guards and the other princesses into the foreboding finishing school, and when they got to the "orientation" as it were, it was time for them to break off from the group and find Pony Head.

But not before they had a conversation with Miss Heinous, the headmistress of St. Olga's. Star could admit; she had never heard of the woman before. How was she supposed to know who ran this twisted place?

Now that she had met her though, Star could say she was exactly the type of person who would be running an institution like this. She was stuffy and rigid, an older woman who put so much into her appearance to hide her age. When she spoke, it was with an authoritative sneer and contempt for everything she thought was below her.

Star didn't scare easily, but her skin crawled when Miss Heinous came up and poked one of her hearts.

"Well, it's totally hopeless..." Star said when she pulled out her dimensional scissors, ready to drop them when Miss Heinous announced that they were useless in the school.

Marco cupped her hands and prevented her from throwing away the scissors.

"Once we get Pony Head and disable that crystal, those will be our ticket outta here!" he whispered, as the other princesses were filed in for check in after Miss Heinous finished delivering her speech.

Oh sweet, simple Marco. How Star loved that about him, trying to be the reliable one when she was essentially out of commission. After a quick ruse that drew all the guards away, the two of them were off into the bowels of the school.

They hid behind furniture every once in a while to avoid the guards. She really wanted to use her wand to blast her way out of here by force. But Marco, ever the expert, stopped her before she could.

And all the while he was making little comments as they snuck through the established looking for her best friend's cell. He lacked the general fear and terror she had of St O's. This place was a nightmare for people with her upbringing; how could Marco possibly understand?

They found her cell though, without drawing any attention. When they got there however, Star almost wished they hadn't made when she saw the state her best friend was in. She yelped when the floating horse head turned around, a mile-wide smile on her face and a gleam in her eyes.

She used formal speech that Star knew she would never use in a million years, and from that point on Star knew that the twisted organization had sucked the individuality right out of her.

What occurred next was a chaotic frenzy of Star and Marco running around St. Olga's with her brainwashed friend, getting caught by the guards and forced to be on the move. Marco inspired an uprising in the meantime amongst the other princesses, further adding to the confusion.

"What is this place?" Marco asked as the two of them entered what was perhaps the strangest room in the entire school. It was a chamber that seemed to be connected to many other hallways, something that Star was not happy about considering guards could pop up down any one of them.

Marco, however, was absolutely mesmerized by the room. Star remembered the way he had been acting the last few weeks; she had forgot all about that in the fear and the fervor of St. Olga's, but he looked... scared. Unsure of himself, which wasn't anything unusual, but also unsure of everything that was going around them.

He was grabbing at his right arm.

There was a mural on the ceiling with a lens in the middle of it that filtered light onto the stone carving that they were standing on. The rest of the school was dark and dank, but there was a very regal aesthetic to it all, like something one would see in a noble's manor.

This looked like something from an ancient monster temple. There were statues of lizard people carved into the walls, and the mural on the ceiling was that of winged monsters. They seemed prepared to swoop down from the skies wreak havoc on the world below.

Marco was still staring at the mural.

"S-Star, are you seeing this?" he asked, his eyes never peeling away from the mural.

"Yeah, that's a pretty creepy painting."

"N-No, hovering in front of it."

Star squinted her eyes at stared the ceiling fresco, not sure what Marco was talking about. The mural was unsettling sure, but she didn't know why it would provoke such a strong reaction in the boy.

"Marco, I don't see anything. Are you feeling okay?"

Just then, the sound of dogs barking came from somewhere down the hallways, getting closer and closer with each passing second.

"Ooh, we don't have to time hang around here! We have to go, now!" Star said, grabbing Marco's wrist as the two of them bolted down the hallway opposite of where they entered.

Miss Heinous was right behind them, as were three of her robot lackeys and the multi-headed dog that was sniffing them out. Star opened a chute at the end of a hall and tossed the horse head in, before climbing in herself.

"My poofy dress won't fit!" Marco cried, as Star slid down the chute.

"Marrrccoooooo!" Star wailed before disappearing down the laundry chute, as Marco was pulled backward before he could even try to squeeze his way down the chute. Someone strong had grabbed his stockings and pulled him back, and before he knew it he was restrained in a chair, staring at a blank screen in front of him.

Marco gasped as a metal cone came down from the ceiling and attached itself onto his head, with metal tentacles shooting out of a mechanism on the outside of the cone and forcing his eyes open.

A movie projector in the back room began to light up, and old-timey black and white pictures appeared on the screen followed by a stuffy woman's voice. He screamed once as he tried to look away, but the device kept him pinned in as it began to cycle through picture after picture.

At first, the application of the Ludovico technique was torturous. But then, Marco was calm. His brain no longer responding to the stimuli that was on the screen, but instead his forcibly opened eyes were trained on what had appeared directly in front of what he was supposed to be watching.

It was a woman, who appeared as if from nowhere to stand directly in front of the screen.

"What in the world?"

It was the same thing he had seen while in the school's deepest chamber, hovering around the ceiling mural. Star couldn't see her; was he going crazy? Whatever the case, it was breaking his attention on the "treatment" he was supposed to be getting.

She was see-through, an apparition. She wore a purple cloak and hood, roses in her pink hair as she hid behind what looked like a fan. She was hovered there, in front of the screen, blocking his view of the pictures that were flying by.

"Why isn't this working? Her free spirit isn't diminishing. Full power, Gemini!" he numbly heard Miss Heinous screaming in the other room, but his gaze was just locked on the apparition in front of him.

Eventually, the spirit lowered the fan from her face. Marco felt his breath get taken away and a small blush adorned his face as the ghost smiled sweetly at him, before disappearing into thin air.

Marco had been so mesmerized that he didn't even notice that the moving pictures had been turned off, or the shadow that had fallen over him as he soon was face-to-face with the wrinkled visage of St Olga's. headmistress.

"What is the meaning of this?" Heinous growled, mere inches away from Marco's face. Her face was twisted in a deep scowl, indicative of a control freak like her losing control.

The metal tendrils had been taken off his face, but Marco didn't even remember that happening. Now that he could move his eyes again, he stared defiantly into the face of Heinous.

"Ugh, this free spirit. The stench is so powerful it's disgusting. Who are you?" she asked, but when she heard Gemini sputtering in the background, Marco was no longer looking at her eyes, but instead at her cheeks.

"M-Milady, your cheeks!"

Heinous recoiled, her hands flying to her cheeks to try and cover the club marks that she knew the disguised princess in front of her no doubt saw. They glowed with a supernatural light, and suddenly Marco found the cuffs binding him to the chair retract. Before he could even think about bolting, he was grabbed and thrown from the chair in a surprising display of strength by Heinous, who oddly sat down in the chair herself.

"Get out of my sight! Gemini, hit the switch! And hurry!" Heinous said with a panic in her voice. In the moment of confused events, Marco pulled himself to his feet and ran away while Heinous willingly underwent the same "treatment" he did.

A million questions were roaring in his head as he left the room and went to rendezvous with Star.

So, that's the first chapter.

So, if you're paying attention and have seen the cartoon, you'll notice that little events have changed compared to canon. Expect that to continue. The overarching sequences and central plot are absolutely the same for now, but we're going to have some key differences that create a huge ripple effect.

We're mostly going to focus on Marco for now. He'll be the main character for now because there's very little that needs to be done with Star's character to take it in the direction I'm going to take with this AU. That will eventually change, more like when we're going to work our way to Season 3 in short order and then branch off completely from where the canon story is headed.