𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 || Repeating Tales

╰┈➤ Poisoned Mindset

[ a story where you peer deeper within yourself ]
↳ Inspired by Artiswitch
↳ Same AU as "Is this how a Leader should Act...?"
↳ 2nd POV ; Vil's POV
↳ Possibly OOC
↳ Spoilers to Vil's Backstory and Chapter 5 (and a bit of Chapter 6)
↳ TW: Possibly gory as this was inspired by the Brothers Grimm's Snow White

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"Mira, tell me who is the top fairest people" "Neige Leblanche." Vil clicked his tongue, pissed at the results. Despite all of his efforts the results never change. Taking a deep breath he decides to return back to the dance hall.

Opening the door to the ballroom reveals himself to be in...a boutique? Confused, he looks around. Various outfits of different styles are displayed by the windows that is showing soft snowflakes falling outside. The sight of snow gives him a bitter taste...

Neige means snow...

Leaving that thought behind he finds an array of accessories and make-up on the center table. As someone who made his own products, Vil curiously tired a few out but notices a familiar collar. "Ara, isn't that what Riddle wore? Has he been here before?" He mutters to himself seeing a collar that looked identical to the one riddle wore. From the corner from his eye, he sees something sparkling. A jeweled hair comb, that had a heart stabbed by a dagger with apple blossoms. 

For some reason, it really speaks to him...like it was meant to be for him. Walking over to the nearest mirror, Vil fixes up his hair and places the hair comb in his hair. Satisfied at his appearance, he's ready to take it off but someone behind him speaks up.

"Welcome, customer."

Surprised, Vil takes the comb out of his hair, letting his blonde locks loosely fall. "I see you're trying on the new accessory I made." They stated, playing with his locks then styling it into a neat bun before placing the comb into his hair. Vil winces a bit as the comb was tightly placed, but it was something he was used to.

Just as he was about to take it off after seeing himself on the mirror, he was quickly cut off by the shop owner. "Keep it. I haven't had a lot of customers lately. Which is a shame really..." They say with a hum. "If you wanted more customers, shouldn't you sell somewhere where people can see?"

They let out a chuckle, "It doesn't work like that. This shop is open 24/7. However, only those who have a desire deep within may enter."

'Desire...?' Vil thought, but just as he about to leave. The mysterious shop owner placed a finger onto his chest. "Do you want to peer deeper?" "Huh...?" Before Vil could ask them anything, the glass windows shattered. The cold snow breeze comes in, obscuring his vision.

Once the wind calmed down, he finds himself in a snowy forest. 'Where am I...?' Vil asks as he follows the path. Surprisingly, despite the fact he was still in his PE Uniform, he doesn't feel cold at all. At the end of the path, there was a clearing. A ray of sun shines upon it, making the area warm and look like it was spring in contrast to the snowing forest they're in. Neige was sitting on a picnic blanket as if he was waiting someone. 

"Ah! Vil-san! Hello!" The RSA student waves to him. "Neige..." Vil greets with a bitter taste. "Come sit! I made some apple pie that we can share." He says sweetly. Vil obliges and sits next to him, though keeping some distance.

 As Neige serves him a plate of apple pie, he notices the hair comb "Uwah! Vil-san, that comb suits you! Where did you get it?" he asks. "It was...given to me." Vil replied, not sure if he can share the mysterious shop.

"I see..." Neige takes a bite of the pie, "Come to think of it, you haven't been in any recent shows or movies lately...why is that?"

"I have been rejecting roles lately, that's all."
"Eh!? Why!? I've been wanting to work with you again!"

Neige's innocence irritated him...it's making his head ache.

"You won't understand..."
"Hm? What do you mean?"
"That's the thing. It annoys me how you're always at the top without any effort at all! I put so much effort in what I do and yet I don't even come close."
"I see...If there was something I could do, I would but it's not my fault at all."

"It never was...and yet- ARGH!" Vil clutches his head. He grips the part where the hair comb was pinned. It felt as if the teeth were stabbing through his skull.

His vision turns spotty, ears ringing...he can vaguely see Neige calling out to him. Though it was pointless as his vision faded to black.

A blinding spotlight shines upon Vil.

Naturally all the attention should be on him but no one is watching. "What's going on?" He asks. "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. I'm sure that you have heard that quote before." The mysterious shop owner said with an eerie smile. "What does that have to do with me...?" Vil asked, wary.

"The more you keep up with your bitter rivalry, the less you become someone worthy as a hero. When will the line of character and actor be blurred for you? I won't be surprised you will take the opportunity to poison Neige."

"You...! You...! You know nothing about me! AH!!" Vil winces as the comb pierces deeper into his skull.

"That's a bold statement, when the spotlight is on you naturally the eyes of the audience will follow. Now...will you go off-script of follow the pages?" The mystery person whipers to his

Vil wakes up with a jolt, and finds his hair a mess. In his hand, a haircomb shimmers. "Oh I'll show them that I can stand on stage til the end."

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[ Author's Note ]
I wasn't planning on sequel but my brain went "Vil gets a Haircomb from the boutique in Artiswitch" then my brain connected the dots from that thought and the og Snow White story where the Evil Queen gave Snow White a hair comb and stabbed it so ye.

This isn't as well-written as I wanted but I tried my best. 

I've had this as a draft for so long idk where I was even going with this plot haha...so sorry