Flame-Chasers PT. 1 (Honkai Impact 3rd)

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Game: Honkai Impact 3rd
Flame-Chaser!Female!Reader:  "A Few Thousands Of Years Ago..."
Warning:  [Yes/No]
🎀 Enjoy this very, very, long story!
🎀 This one is the real Y/n's POV in this first part.
🎀 (UPDATE) I thought of maybe splitting it to two parts, but I think it's best if I split it into 7 different parts where two of each SIMs in each segment will talk about Y/n in their own perspective with Mei. Then add one more part for SIM Y/n conversation with Mei.

⚠️ Warning: Hints of abuse and depression, please proceed at your own risk!

[UPDATE] [POSTED ON: 11/23/2022]
New version of this story is under this book title:
- Y/N, THE 14TH MEMBER OF THE FLAMECHASERS: Mini-Story
Go ahead and check it out!
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E___ia...

She was the first person besides Eden, Kevin, and Su, that I met at my time as a Flame-Chaser.

My first friend, and possibly first ever person I ever cherished...

I really loved being with her.

It was like I felt safe at home.

Even when I was in the lowest rank of the Flame-chasers because she thought it was a safe spot for me, it still meant that I was in a place I could call home to.

Why?

Because she was always there.

She would always comfort me, no matter how dire or serious the situation was.

She always cheered me up, even when I didn't notice her inner suffering.

She changed me as a person.

And that's what I genuinely liked about her.

She was the one who found me helpless at an empty abandoned alley.

Because of her, I wouldn't be able get along with the other Flame-chasers.

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A few thousands of years ago, before I joined the MOTHS...

My life before was such a horrible story.

I was ten before I joined in with the MOTHS...

I was abused and yelled at multiples of times.

I had wine bottles, hangers, cups, and other things thrown at me.

One parent died to a honkai monster when I was five years old.

Now I am thirteen, thrown out from my house due to an toxic alcoholic parent that wishes their significant other would soon come back.

Which I knew they never will.

Since then, I was wandering as if a lost kitten will never find a place of comfort.

It has been a few days since I stayed outside, no luck of food and water.

Freezing cold weather.

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