Before we get intense here, I want you to go read ByWolfstar 's story "The Red Night", which is the original one shot of where I got this idea.

This one shot takes place AFTER my friend, Wolfie's story, so I suggest you read "The Red Night" one shot before reading mine, AKA the sequel. Thanks!

Numbness.

It's all he could ever feel. He learned how to shut out his other emotions and tune the world out. The world, as he knew it, was no longer real. Nothing was real to him, anymore.

"Marco Diaz," the judge's voice boomed from above, on the podium. "You are guilty for the crimes of third-degree murder of Princess Star Butterfly and countless Mewman guards. How do you plead?"

Marco didn't answer. His mouth hung halfway open. His eyes were glued to the floor. He could practically feel the eyes of all the Mewmans in the room, watching him, judging him, frowning upon him. Even King and Queen Butterfly observed the boy in disgust and hatred.

"Marco Diaz!" The judge spoke up with loud impatience. Now, Marco lifted his chin to look up at the blurry judge, her dark colors of her cloak and blonde hair, mixing together. He couldn't get rid of the buzzing in his ears. The fuzz in his head kept him from speaking up, so he didn't. "How do you plead?"

Marco felt his mouth finally form and make a word, though he wasn't sure if it was true. "Innocent."

The audience's angered and disappointed gasps filled the court room. Queen Butterfly's face drooped down in a quivering frown. She covered her mouth, using her hands. She was going to cry out in public, but held it back as best as she could. King Butterfly, just as upset as his wife was, bowed his head and turned toward the ground.

"Explain your reasoning for your innocence." The judge demanded, banging her gavel to silence the room. The sound came back at Marco with a hum.

Once again, Marco felt his lips move, but no sound come out. His voice, to the Mewmans, was as flat and robotic as ever. "She was my best friend. I-I loved her."

"Liar!" A man stood up and claimed with a heartbroken and maddened tone of voice. He pointed his sharp, cold finger at Marco. "He's making up lies! He's a liar!" Everyone in the room turned their attention to the man with the dark hair and oval face. The judge used her gavel once more to quiet him. He finally sat down and let the judge talk.

Marco ignored the man's yell, as it was only part of his ear-buzzing sound. However, he was able to make out the woman's sentence when she asked him, "Speak honestly. How do you plead? Innocent or guilty. Which will it be?"

Now, Marco mumbled a different word. A new word. But, it wasn't before he felt something - something inside of him burst out. His voice broke out and his eyes began to flood with tears. His vision became watery and his throat closed up. "I'm guilty!" He shouted to the best of his abillities, even though his voice was getting stuck in his swollen throat. Marco tried to swallow the lump, but it was no use. "I never meant to hurt Star!" He shouted, until his lungs burned and yearned for oxygen.

Between his choking sobs, Marco fought to say what he needed to say. "You got to believe me! I loved Star! I really did! I regret it with every second that I breathe! I'm sorry I took away your only princess! Lock me up! I can't control myself! I'm a monster! " Marco dropped to his weak and shaky knees and drooped his head forward and cried until it hurt.

"That'll do, Marco. We sentence you to life behind bars in Mewni's royal castle."

Marco lifted his chin and found the Mewmans' eyes all on him, making him feel criminal and shameful. He took a quick glance at the Queen. She was silently letting tears drip down her symbol-like decorated cheeks. Queen Butterfly believed every word Marco had said. She knew Marco was drowning in his own guilt, yet there was nothing she could do about it.

Two guards had come up from behind Marco and grabbed both his shoulders to lift him off of the ground and back on his feet. One of the guards held him with a crushing grip, making him yelp in pain from his sore and untreated wound from the recent bow and arrow attack.

"Please!" He shouted, fighting the guards to reason with King and Queen Butterfly, who stood next to the judge's podium. "Just do it! Sentence me to my own death, just like I did with Star! End my suffering! Take me out of my misery!" As the two built and strong men hustled Marco along, the court room fell silent.

Marco thought, while in his isolated, cold cell, that maybe he deserved to shiver in the dark and only be fed once a day by a Mewman guard. Maybe, just maybe, he deserved to live and suffer than die. Every night, when he pondered otherwise, he would try to aggressively chew and gnaw at the metal bars that confined him, considering he had the jagged and sharp monster teeth to do so. And sometimes, when he was angered by the darkness he was forced to live in in his cell, he would discover he had enough strength to even bend the bars - only a little, but he was still able to.

It was always the aggravation of his own fate that made him scream and shout out to the cement walls. "Star! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Star! Please forgive me!" His mind would go from blank and shallow to thinking a million miles a second. Marco soon forgot, within a few months, what his parents looked like and why he was where he was. When he was bored, however, he got to bite on the chains that were cuffed around his ankles. It brought him joy and laughter to hear the shackles jingle and sing as he moved his legs across the floor.

The real, true highlight of his day was getting his daily bread and corn meal from the same, old guard. The guard may have took pity on Marco, but he certainly tried hard to come and leave as quick as possible to avoid him. One day, Marco got up and pulled on the guard's collar of his shirt and Marco's eyes were glazed over. He was smiling with his razor-sharp teeth too, although the guard couldn't understand why. "Please," Marco's broken, unused, and heaving voice muttered. "Tell Star I miss her."

The guard knew that Marco was mentally disturbed and probably insane. He had been locked up for a year now and his mind was becoming useless to him. "Marco," The guard began. "Star isn't here anymore. She's - gone."

Marco's smile disappeared and the memories of the night of his own committed murder washed over him. He fell backwards into the wall and descended into the pitch-black corner of his cell.

The guard left.

(Monster Marco AU)