𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐋 𝘬. 𝘻𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘺𝘤𝘬

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘦

"didya miss us, y/n?" a certain blonde croons, stepping forward. 

my eyes widen and i step back. shalnark. i don't forget about the call i'm on, or how deadly silent leorio has gone. all i can see and comprehend is that the literal phantom troupe is standing right in front of me, staring at me as if i'm the prize in a game. as if i'm a literal object. 

i hate it, i hate it, i hate it - but i'm too scared to do anything about it. after all, i know that i can't beat any of them. it doesn't exactly help that they have the reputation of the most feared and famed criminals in the world. 

i stumble backward again, until i feel my back hit the wall. i suck in a breath before sliding my phone into my back pocket and hesitantly holding my hands up. 

"awh, why're you doing that? it's not as if we're going to arrest you," a pony-tailed man drawls, his face movements moving the small mustache on his face. he seems familiar, until it hits me - he's nobunaga. i had seen a picture of him from kurapika and in phantom troupe pictures.

"stay away," i cry out. "please."

"you act as if those pathetic cries are going to do anything," phinks sneers. i shudder in fear as he, and the rest of them, step closer. 

i try my hardest to stay silent as i slowly fall down until i'm sitting on the floor. i can't trust my legs to support me any longer. 

"please, just stay away!" i repeat. 

a certain pink-haired girl steps out from the main group. her arms are clasped behind her back and she cocks her head to the side innocently, before a smirk curls out on her face. "even me, y/n? the girl that you love?"

"i don't love you," i sob. no tears come out, though. my voice cracks and i shudder as if i am crying, but still, no salty tears crawl out of my eyes. 

her smirk disappears and is replaced with a snarl. she looks down at me with contempt in her eyes. with venom dripping from her voice, she says, "don't lie, y/n, it's not good for you. now, i'm going to give you one minute to say the truth or i'll slit your tongue off right now."

my eyes widen. desperately, pathetically, cowardly, i tell her i love her. her smile goes back onto her face and she strokes my cheek. "good girl."

"what do you even want from me?" i whisper. 

"what do we want from you?" chrollo steps forward. "that's such a good question, y/n."

he pauses and waits for someone to continue his little speech. almost immediately, shalnark picks up from where chrollo's left. "i've told you before, we consider you as our form of entertainment. and when you tried to leave-" he shakes his head and tsks mockingly at me. "-we decided that we weren't going to let you attempt that ever. again." his voice hardens. "so from now on, you're our personal jester, property of the phantom troupe, and you're never allowed to leave our sights. do we agree?"

i'd always thought myself to be strong, to not be scared of anything. but now that i had heard their idea, their proposal that i wasn't allowed a say in or object to, i was left whimpering on the floor, staring up into the dangerously dark eyes of the phantom troupe, who were waiting for my answer. 

i'd always flirted with danger without avail to the risk. the only difference is that this time, danger flirted back, and i got spit out like a forgotten toy. and there's absolutely nothing that could get me out of this predicament.  

"she doesn't."

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦

just putting it out there -

i get that this y/n character
is supposed to be you, and
that you probably wouldn't
be scared for your life here
( maybe you would, idk )
but the point is that this 
specific y/n is. so don't shame
them for it. plus its good for her
character development :D

also sorry i didn't publish
this before, i just wrote this
in english class

have a good day/night !