It's Not Over

Brittle

The uproar over Yanli's comments brought an even bigger headache to Wei Wuxian's head, bringing himself between her and the many angry cultivators that were trying to make their argument as close to her face as they could manage. He felt Lan Zhan's hand land on his shoulder, a silent support.

"Shouldn't we be worried about what's going on with the screen?" Nie Husiang chimed, waving his fan frantically in front of his face. Wei Wuxian would have believed the act if it wasn't for the calculated look that came over his face. If he wasn't positive that it was his own mess up that caused this, he would have assumed that this was another one of Nie Huisang's plans.

This accident seemed like something he would do.

"Senior Wei," Lan Jingyi called out, pointing to the screen that was staring to come back with the image of Mo Xuanyu. "It's Senior Xuanyu!"

Wuxian turned, staring at the man, blood pooling around him. His finger dipped in the mess, quickly drawing the circle that would summon Wei Wuxian from the depth's of Ghost City he had been hiding in.

A hush fell over the cultivators, turning to watch the next scene with disgust.

Music began playing around them once again.

Mo Xuanyu stopped drawing, tilting his head back to look at the barely there ceiling.

"I'm rough around the edge," He crooned, rubbing his face harshly. "Mistake me for pretentious." The sound of the many outside laughing and playing came echoing through the room clearly, his face becoming crestfallen. "I get stuck in my head; it's not personal, it's just personal."

He collapsed over, immediately began drawing once again. Images of him being kicked and shoved fluttered across the screen. "I've been strong for too long."

Images of him trying to get along with Jin Ling, only for the mutterings of those around him to stop. "Sometimes I forget why I'm trying."

Images of him trying to talk to Meng Yao, only to be looked at with disgust. "I'm trying, I'm trying."

It focused back on Xuanyu, standing tall within the completed circle. The background of the room disappeared. He watched himself being tormented by the Jin disciples, the whispered words echoing all around them.

"He's just another one of Jin Guangshan's bastards, thinking he could actually have a place."

"I'm just a statistic; just another tragic misfit,"Mo Xuanyu crooned, watching himself walk away.

"That cutsleeve had the audacity to hit on me! Did you hear about him cornering Lianfang-Zun!"

The scene quickly changed to Mo Xuanyu shoving Jin Ling away from Meng Yao, knife in hand. The screams of the three year old could be heard all around, drawing guards from their station.

"Save me!" Meng Yao screamed, "He tried to force himself upon me!"

A shocked look came over Mo Xuanyu's face, quickly overtaken by betrayal when Meng Yao stabbed him in his moment of pause.

"Ship that cliché to the clinic; Document my disposition," Mo Xuanyu screamed to the guards, who never heard a word he said. Just the mutterings of an insane man from underneath the song. "I didn't do it. He was trying to hurt- I didn't do it."

The image faded away, leaving him standing back in the room once again, the happy screams creating a cringe across his face. "Then they put me in a box; Slap a label on the top. Tape me up and ship me off; Now I'm someone else's problem."