That night, the feeling only got worse as the mirror once again, glowed and sucked your consciousness inside. Your could only assume it was yet another strange dream. This time however, you were no longer floating in mid-air and your surroundings weren't monochrome. Instead, you stood in the middle of what you assumed was a trial.
Behind you there were card soldiers lined at both sides of the court.
You expected to see the Queen of Hearts at the top of the desk, but to your suprise, Riddle stood there, wearing his normal dorm outfit with the tiny golden crown. He seemed to glance around impatiently.
And upon further looking at him, or rather behind him, you could see what appeared to be a huge transparent shadow, who's silhouette looked similar to the Queen of Hearts herself. However, her head had been replaced with a heart shaped glass, filled with a small amount of black blot. You were rather confused and disturbed by this, having no clue what was going on.
Your eyes widened when a loud trumpet blared from behind you. The white rabbit quickly ran to the front, still blowing the trumpet. He carried a rolled up scroll and you had finally come to a realization. You were the one on trial. Two spade cards stood at your sides, holding there sharp, spade spears. The white rabbit had then made his way up the stairs to his ridiculously tall desk.
He first addressed the Queen of Hearts, the members of the jury, the loyal subjects, and the little king. After, he unrolled the scroll and began reading your supposed crimes. You glanced down to see you were wearing the dress that the little blonde girl had on in your first dream. And you could only question why the hell, you were wearing it and where was the little girl anyway?
You decided you could question that latter as you began to object, only for the two card soldiers beside you to block your view, stopping you.
The white rabbit continued to babble the crimes, practically incoherent while Riddle became even more impatient and shouted to get to the part where he'll lose his temper.
The way Riddle was acting was truly odd to you and instead of his normal voice, all you could hear was a woman's voice instead. You then watched as the white rabbit began quickly reading the last part.
Riddle giggled, clasping his hands together joyfully. He then looked towards you. "Are you ready for your sentence?" He asked slowly, with a huge smile on his face. You became confused, until suddenly your mouth began moving on its own, your voice sounding like a little girls. And you finally guessed that you must have been in the blonde girls point of view.
"Sentence? There must be a verdict first."
"SENTENCE FIRST!" He shouted, slamming his fists harshly on the desk. "Then verdict afterward."
"But that just isn't the way!" You tried to reason. But Riddle had only grown red with anger, repeatedly banging both of fists on the desk.
"ALL WAYS ARE-"
"Your ways, your majesty," you interjected while curtsying slightly to Riddle to try and calm him down which worked for a second.
"Yes, child." He smiled before shouting in anger once again. "OFF WITH HER HE-"
He was then stopped by the king who tried speaking to him, though you couldn't hear since he was beside Riddle and practically talked in a hushed tone. Riddle suddenly shouted at the king, which caused him to fall off the books, soon recovering for a moment before he climbed back up the desk with a hammer. Calling for the march hare to be brought in as the first witness.
He was held by his ears as the card soldiers dragged him in. Though, he simply drank his tea like nothing important was happening. The card soldiers then threw him towards the witness booth as he landed upright, still drinking his tea calmly.
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Sweet As Strawberry Tarts
Fanfiction(Yandere Riddle Rosehearts x Male Reader) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ he never really had any friends. He's feared, hated even by his fellow students because of how strict he is with upholding the rules his mother created. And although he knows of his infa...
