Oh, the Misery - Arcane Male Reader Insert

Interlude #2: They need you...but who's "they"?

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YEAR 7 

Stories written by: Y/N

The man in the mirror

By Y/N

The man in the mirror.

He isn't me.

I look at him, with his refined clothes, gloved hands, and a little box attached to the throat.

He stares back at me, and he smiles, but I can see through that trained smile.

I see the scars from a war long gone. I see the marks in his body where the doctors operated. I see the metal in his right leg.

In reality, he stares back at me, with a broken gaze.

Sad? No.

Angry? Perhaps.

Confused? No.

Lost.

Learned how to walk and talk with a voice not my own, in a world full of the unknown, and strangers just as odd.

I spent the days with inventors, soldiers, students, and the people that govern them all.

But none of them I feel a connection to. A debt of gratitude to some, yes, but no real emotion.

They all feel like strangers, but perhaps, the strangest one of them all is the one I see in the mirror every morning.

The man in the mirror.

He isn't me.

He just isn't.

All of them, uncaring and selfish. Well, all but one.

The one I now called my best friend. The one that does not see me as a miracle of medicine and technology.

But the one that sees me as a person. Perhaps she sees more in me than I myself can find.

The man in the mirror.

He isn't me.

But if he isn't.

Then who am I?.

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Five months later

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"̶P̶u̶z̶z̶l̶e̶"̶
̶B̶y̶ ̶Y̶/̶N̶

The man in the mirror said something today. He said something that sent my mind racing. He said:

"You're Vander's son."

I have no idea what does that mean, or why did he say it, but what I do know, is that it sent my mind ablaze. For it was not the only name I recalled.

C̶l̶a̶g̶g̶o̶r̶̶

̶M̶y̶l̶o̶̶

̶V̶i̶o̶l̶e̶t̶̶

̶P̶o̶w̶d̶e̶r̶̶̶

W̶h̶o̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶?̶

I asked the inventors if they knew these people. They said no.

I asked my best and only friend if she knew them. She also said no.

But she did say that they could be...family?