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💙❤⏳😱🕴 Devildom Film and TV Zine Series 💙❤⏳😱🕴

Posted on Wattpad AND AO3 on 8/26/2022. Please do not reuse or copy my work. I do NOT consent for others to use my work.

A/N: This a collaborative project for the Devildom Film and TV Zine! Please support us on Twitter!

The artwork is done by the AMAZING Catbug! @ catbugzilla on social platforms!

Warning: This story implies dark material such as murder/gore, vomiting, harassment, violence, various insinuations of death including murder and suicide, and attempted blackmail.
Please read this at your own discretion. Reader discretion is advised - this is not appropriate for all ages.

The Set

I

At the end of the film set, the door of an old rickety trailer creaked open. Moving through the entrance, a disheveled and worn-down MC set their items down, not even shocked when they tumbled over and spilled across the floor. Instead, they simply shuffled their feet to the futon, sitting between the rips in the material and visible springs. MC was done, in every way possible. They were the epitome of miserable and tormented as every day there seemed to be something more that would happen to them.

"How much more of this is going to happen to me!?!" MC yelled, throwing their hands down onto the couch before standing and walking to the bathroom.

Originally, MC had worked so hard to earn the lead role in this years' most anticipated horror movie. They were so excited to finally have their chance at fame. But now, they would give anything to be out of their contract. For weeks, they have tried desperately to be released from the pain they've experienced at the cruel hands of the higher ups in power. It all seemed to be for not though, as no matter how hard they tried to get out of their contract, no one gave in. So, MC accepted that for the time being, they would be everyone's punching bag.

"I'm so fed up... I can't take this," they paused, staring at their expressionless eyes in the mirror, as their breath hitched in their throat. Slowly, they turned and exited their bathroom, devoid of optimism.
Without realizing it, MC was not alone. In fact, there were three surrounding them, all looking at their frail figure with immense sadness and pity. As the onlookers watched MC resign themselves to the torment they had already experienced prior and the pain they expected to face tomorrow, the trio decided amongst themselves to remedy the injustice MC did not deserve.

Soon. Soon this will be gone. You won't feel this pain anymore, MC. An angry voice from the trio whispered, not audible to anyone.

II

MC begrudgingly made their way back to set the next day. Upon their first step onto the film stage, they were immediately ignored, save for select crew members that saw no reason to treat someone poorly. As for the cast, no one even thought to acknowledge MC, for in their eyes, MC was a nonentity; nothing to even consider.

MC walked to the dressing room to prepare for the next scene. Once they had gotten done with hair and makeup, they made their way back onto the set, only for their face to meet the unforgiving floor. Laughter surrounded them, encasing their embarrassment within their body, making their skin flush scarlet and eyes ever so slightly water.

"Well, if it isn't MC," Derek, MC's co-lead, stated with disdain. "Having trouble with basic movements?" he mocked, as others on the set quietly snickered.

MC stood up, gingerly rubbing their arm. "Derek, let's try to have a good day today, please."

Derek scoffed, his expression clouding over with disgust. "Do your job correctly, for once, and it could be a good day."