Moon: Queen of Mewni. Powerful magic user that rivals even the High Commission.

Edgar: Deemented Publication Incarnation. Extension of myself.

If they met... (takes place after Starcurshed.)

The air is cold. Unnaturally so. An uneasy chill runs down my spine. It's him. It has to be.

"Toffee," I turn around, "so, you got past my-"

I am greeted, not by my ex, but a man in a black cloak. In his right hand he holds a pen. I can just make out his face, his smile. In it, I see desire. I see malice.

The man chuckles as he speaks, "Moon Butterfly. I have come to judge you."

"Who are you to speak to a queen like that?" I demand.

The man chuckles and continues, "I'm Edgar. A demented publication incarnation. I am here to make myself known, and to judge you."

"For what?" I glare.

"Star Butterfly," he continues, "and the sin of that spell. The darkest spell."

"He killed my mom!" I exclaim, "I had every right to-"

"Abuse Star?" Edgar chuckles, "neglect her and pressure her to a point where she'll need years of therapy to recover?"

"I've done no such thing!" I prepare to kill Edgar, "what are you? A demon?"

"I am a writer," his grin grows, "nothing more, nothing less."

A chilled wind blows as he looks up, revealing his cold, uncaring eyes. I take a step back, which brings me to the edge of the balcony. I'm cornered. I could fly off, but then I would be leaving Star behind.

"Let me tell you a story Moon," he continues, "I am Edgar. I live to write. My story is one of tragedy. My Author has a mother not unlike you. Rather sad really, or, it would be, but this isn't canon so I can lie without consequences. All you do is pressure Star and be hypocritical. You hide things from her until the last minute and now you bring her here, into harm's way, as a weapon."

"I..."

Could he be right? Have I really been so cruel to her?

"I have come..." Edgar continues, "to kill you."

I instantly blast him. He avoids my attack. No, that's not quite it. My attack... Just doesn't happen.

"Goodbye Moon," he laughs, before lunging. I conjure up a blade and counter. I get him wide open...

He's uninjured, and I feel a sharp pain as he sticks his knife in my neck.

"I rewrite stuff," he explains as I fall to my knees, "I rewrote your attacks. Now, you die, and Star is free."

"Mom?" I hear Star call, "mom? Is everything OK?"

"Star..." I weakly gasp.

"Shhhh," Edgar sushes me, "it's over. Goodbye."

The next thing I see is darkness, and all returns to nothing...

This is it. I'm... dead.

...

I see Moon, lieing on the ground in a pool of her own blood.

"Mom!" Tears stream down my face as I rush over to her, "mom! Are you OK?"

There's no reply. I grip my wand, a green flow appears on my face. Who did this to her!?!

I see something. A calling card maybe? It's a picture of a pen, and a masked man, smiling. In the back, is a note. It reads, "you are now free Star. If you are unsatisfied with my complementary service, please contact me at the following address."

Wait, that address...

That's Marco's house!