At last. After three and a half years, it's time to crack my knuckles and write fanfiction again. I'm honestly very shocked by the lack of fanfiction revolving around Eclipsa's family. Globgor doesn't even have a character filter on ! Like, WHAT?!

Very well. Then I shall take matters into my hands.

I'll warn you now, this story isn't going to be very plot-heavy. Oh, there's an overall plot, but it's more about living out the daily lives of Globgor and Eclipsa up until the point of their imprisonment. I'm going to use all the tiny glimpses of info given to us about their past and do what I can to create an accurate timeline for them. Each chapter will be divided based on their current ages. If I get a new filler idea for some point in their lives, I'll create bonus chapters to add on. Okay, I think I covered everything, so read on and enjoy!

Oh, and in case anyone is wondering, this story will be canon for my muse Globgor, as I'm writing what I honestly believed plausible for his character!

Prologue

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away lived a beautiful princess. She was young, only seven, but very intelligent for her age. She was the kind of girl who always asked 'why' and would gladly face any danger just to feed her curiosity. She was a bit selfish, but not in a mean way. It wasn't that she didn't care about other people. She just found her own feelings to be important too and often felt like she was the only one who thought so too. It wasn't fair that she was always so lonely and bored staying in the Butterfly Castle all day! Why did everyone have to fight all the time? It would be much more fun if everyone just played together instead. This princess' name was Eclipsa.

Now, far away from Butterfly Castle lived a young monster, only eight. He was a boy of no origin. That is, no one knew where he came from Not even him. He just showed up one day, a hungry toddler digging in the trash. When it became apparent that the monster child was a Size-Shifter, a rare and deadly breed of monster, the locals took turns taking care of the child. Eventually the boy performed odd jobs in order to earn himself some food and a place to sleep. Times were rough for monsters. No one was too young to offer a helping hand. Not that this bothered him. He liked making himself useful. This monster child's name was Globgor.

Eclipsa and Globgor. Two children who came from races that despised each other. Although they currently didn't know each other, the day would come when they would fall madly in love with each other. They'd give up everything to be with one another and become the most infamous villains in all of Mewni. Their actions would cause them to be loathed and feared for many centuries to come.

This is their story, and it's time to tell it.

"Yo, this brochure is the bomb!"

"There's only one act though…"

"Yeah, but it's only the best act of the kingdom!"

"Yeah, show some respect, man! Oh wait, ssh! Here we go!"

The boy quieted down as their leader stepped out from behind the makeshift curtains that had been put on display for them. It was their homeboy, Prince Jushtin. He carried his usual air of confidence as he held a microphone up to his mouth.

"Yo, yo, how ya'll doing tonight? You doing good?"

"Yeah!"

"You bet!"

"Eh, could've used some snacks…."

The other Boy-Prince Cru looked at old man Whizzbag with disdain. Pea-Pea had to nudge him in order to help him get realize how stupid and thoughtless he was being. The man was hip, but he was always spouting utter nonsense.

Jushtin didn't seem to notice. Instead, he did a little turn and gestured with grandeur towards the curtains. "Yeah, yeah, I thought so! So allow me to be the one to introduce you to the one, the only, the princess Eclipsa!"

The Cru burst into applause as a small child with curly head of dark green hair stepped out onto the makeshift stage. She giggled as she showed off the large hat, long boa, and sequins blouse and skirt. She walked just like her uncle instructed her, holding her arms out so she didn't trip.

"Eclipsa is wearing a fabulous outfit put together by her favorite uncle!" Jushtin walked alongside his niece as he continued his narration. "Now, this isn't a look that can work with just any young lady! No, for most it would be trying too hard. However, due to the princess' pale skin and uniquely colored hair, the extravagance helps bring out her facial features, most notably those precious spades on her cheeks!"

"Ooooooooh!" The cru leaned forward, watching in awe of the seven-year-old's modeling skills.

Jushtin snapped his fingers and waved his hips side to side. "That's right, Clippy! Strut your stuff! Bring your style to life! Unce, unce, unce, unce!"

"You're so beautiful, princess!" Sazmo sounded breathless as he held out a hand to the little model. When she gave him a high-five, he grabbed he fell back and let his bros catch him. "She touched me! I got the angel's touch! I'm never washing this hand again!"

Eclipsa continued to giggle and blush at all the attention she was getting. She was about to turn around to get dressed in her next outfit when she looked down and noticed something was amiss. "Oh no! Uncle Jushtin! I got it wrong! My shirt is on backwards!"

Jushtin took a quick glance at her before smirking at his friends. "You heard the little lady, boys! Backwards shirts are the new in! Follow the lead if you want to stay up with the times!"

Eclipsa watched in amazement before bursting into a fit of laughter as all the boys proceeded to turn their shirts backwards.

The group went silent as the doors to the castle suddenly burst open. In walked several members of the Mewman army being lead by an irate Solaria. A growl could be heard before she even had a chance to throw down her helmet. She swore and shook her head, even as several members of the castle staff appeared before her.

"Mommy's home!" Eclipsa quickly ran in the direction of her mother, followed closely by her uncle.

"Your majesty, did you manage to disband the monster soldiers from our outpost?" someone pleaded while trying to stay out of the queen's way.

"Of course we did! But at what cost? We lost too many of our men!" Solaria ran a hand over her face as she continued to move forward, seemingly unaware of the small girl running at her heels.

"Mommy! Mommy, Uncle Jushtin and I are having a fashion show! Come and see!"

"We need to be find a way to lower their numbers before they reach the battlefield!" Solaria reached for some documents passed on to her by one of the court members. She gave it a read over while she continued. "Where do these beasts keep coming from? I swear, they're breeding just to spite us!"

Eclipsa wasn't discouraged. "Mommy! Mommy, come see!"

"How do they keep finding our outposts? Is someone giving them intel? Oh wait, it's those Avarians, isn't it? They've been flying around and spying on us! I knew we should have stationed the Ponyheads on air patrol! But no! They're just too good for that!"

"Mommy, look at what I'm wearing! Come see! Come-" Eclipsa stopped her insistent pleading once Jushtin placed a jeweled hand on her shoulder. He smiled at her in an apologetic way.

"Clippy, I think your mom is busy right now." he whispered. He started to guide her back over to his Cru. "Let's continue the show and maybe she can meet up with us later, m'kay?"

Eclipsa's smiled faded. She looked at the floor dejectedly. She wouldn't cry. She knew her mother had the most important job in all of Mewni, but she was getting busier every day. She never got to see her anymore. Of course she was grateful to have her Uncle Jushtin to play with, but she missed the days she had the majority of her mother's time.

She wished the monsters would just leave them alone. They always kept her mom so busy. And so angry.

"Your majesty, should we call up a meeting with the High Commission so you can share what you saw?"

"I will in a couple of hours." Solaria finally stopped her tirade in order to turn around and look at her retreating family with a smile. "In case you didn't hear, I've received a personal invitation to a fashion show."

Eclipsa instantly spun around with a happy gasp. She charged forward and leapt into her mother's outstretched arms. The queen chuckled at her daughter's delight before looking up at her brother.

"Why's your shirt on backwards?"

Jushtin simply clicked his tongue and gave her a piteous look. "You haven't heard that the backwards shirt is what's in right now? You make me sad, little sister. You make me sad."

Far from the Butterfly Castle stood a tavern filled with a variety of different monsters. Its popularity helped make it into a large, but still rather beat-up looking place. The latter was due to the fact that this is where monster army came to either boast of their victories or rage at their losses. Whatever the case was, the patrons always hung on their every word. Those who fought for monster kind were considered heroes, even if they didn't always come home with good news.

Today had turned out to be one of those days.

"I swear, the next time I see that pompous queen, I'm going to scratch out those annoying cheek marks of hers!"

"Oh, then why didn't you do that today, Rex?"

"What? Are you saying it was my fault?"

"You always do this! Everytime you come home empty, you brag about-"

"You act as if you did much better!"

"Guys, guys, we did manage to take out a lot of her soldiers-"

"Oh, putting a happy face on things? Yeah! Tell that to the families going to sleep hungry tonight!"

"Oh enough already!" an Slime Man soldier sighed while pouring himself a drink. He turned to the other residents with an apologetic smile. "I'm truly sorry to all of you. This whining isn't what you want to hear. You all deserve to hear our words of grandeur and promise. Take hope. What I take from this battle is that we posed as a threat to the wicked queen. We struck fear into her heart! I can feel it!"

"Slime, stop talking. Please. They don't want to be coddled. They want the facts!" A Frog Man grumbled. He looked down at his empty tankard and snarled. "Where the heck is the brat? OIE! GLOBGOR!"

An eight-year-old boy with scraggly light pink hair and a green tunic jumped nearby. He had been so enraptured by the story of the soldiers that he had forgotten he was supposed to be working. He quickly grabbed the pitcher and refilled the Frog Man's drink. "Sorry about that! Won't happen again!"

"Hey, can we get some goat-pig over here? We're starving!" a Septarian called.

Globgor took a pencil from behind his pointy ear and jotted down in a little notepad. "Of course! Right away!"

"And while you're at it, my armor needs to be washed," another monster said, tossing said object over to the boy.

"Yeah, mine too!"

"Same here!"

"Actually a wash sounds pretty great!"

Pretty soon, a pile of chest plates were poured on top of the young monster. Somehow a small hand managed to pop out of the top and give a thumbs-up. "I'm on it! I'll get these right back to all of you!" his muffled voice called.

Globgor was met with a piteous chuckle as he finally managed to pull himself out of the heavy armor. He was met with the amused eyes of Gooblah, the only other Size-Shifter in Mewni. He was a much darker red than Globgor was, donned many battle scars, and had a long wisp of white hair as well as a beard. At the moment, he was sitting at a table, trying not to laugh at plight of his only brethren.

"Aw, what's so funny?" Globgor didn't enjoy being laughed at. It meant that the person doing it didn't take him seriously. He attempted to save face by striding over to the bar to fetch his cleaning gear by keeping his nose up in the air.

"Those boys could use you as a personal hanky, and you would thank them for it," old man Gooblah chuckled.

"And why shouldn't I? They're out there fighting for our lives against the evil Mewmans! The least I can do is offer my services to them when they get back!" Globgor kneeled down and began scrubbing the blood and grime off the armor.

"It's admirable that you respect them, but that doesn't mean they need to treat you so rudely."

"They're just blowing off steam. Plus they want to toughen me up! Everyone's expecting me to join when I get older!"

"Right. Because we're Size-Shifters. A rare and deadly breed of monsters." A sullen look appeared on the monster's face as he stared into his drink. He didn't seem to hold the title with much pride.

Globgor looked at him. "I hear you used to say that with vigor. Why are you such a coward now?"

Gooblah smirked. "It's cowardly to not want to fight anymore? To find it all pointless?"

"You're letting everyone down. We were unstoppable when you were going around eating Mewmans. These men wouldn't be disappointed right now if you would just kill the queen!"

"You weren't even born yet, how would you know?" the older man sighed as he looked over at the young, loud soldiers. "I'm sorry I'm the only other Size-Shifter and yet such a disappointment. I know you want a big, scary monster to look up to. I just…..I had an epiphany, you know? This war, what we're carrying on with….there's no winning it. Not with how we're doing it. We hit them, they hit back harder, and then we hit harder, and eventually we all just wind up setting ourselves on fire."

Globgor finally stood up. "It won't have to be that way once we dominate the Mewmans and make them our slaves!"

A frown appeared on the other's face. "But now what would that make us? I thought we were fighting for fair treatment. That doesn't sound very fair."

"The Mewmans will never treat us fairly! It's bad enough that you won't fight, but now why are you taking their side?"

"I'm not. I just want there to be peace. I've seen too many of my friends die from everyone's stubbornness and pride. There has to be another way. Somehow." Gooblah turned back to his drink, seeming to prefer seeing his own reflection rather than the incredulous look on the younger boy's face. "Anyhow…..have you found a bed for tonight?"

Globgor grumbled and looked away. "No. Today's work was for food. You think if I harvest your crops tomorrow, you could let me sleep in your house tonight?"

Gooblah chuckled and gave a small smile. "Sounds like a deal." He still didn't look up from his drink.

Before Globgor could speak to him further, he got another call from the soldiers, one of them complaining that his chair was uneven. He gave his elder a grateful nod before heading off to tend to the needs of the customers.

Gooblah watched the boy, a somber look on his face. Globgor….he really was a good kid. But growing up alone in the middle of a war was filling his heart with anger and hatred. He didn't want to bring peace to Mewni. He wanted to see Mewmans either die or serve monsters. If he was this ruthless as child, what would he become once he reached adulthood? Any semblance of love would be removed, leaving only a bloodthirsty tyrant. Stump help the Mewmans when the boy learned how to increase in size.

It didn't look like things would be getting better in the future. And for that, his old heart truly went out to his fellow Size-Shifter. If times were different, maybe Globgor would've grown up to be a noble, valiant monster. But with the way things were now, he had no doubt though that the boy would grow up to become an unintentional villain.