Twisted wonderland x OP Reader

Intemporal queen (Overblot)

Y/n went into one of her dimension to blow off some steam... She shouldn't have left at such a moment because somebody else is in the same state as her but even more poisonous.

Vil stopped at Neige's preparation room and knocked.

"Oh, hi, Vi. What's up?"

"We didn't get much of a chance to talk before rehearsal. I was hoping we might chat a bit more."

"Oh, of course! I was thinking the same thing. And is Y/n here?"

'Don't you dare talk about them like you're close!' "They're busy. Where are your little friends?"

"Oh, Dominic and the others went to check out some exhibit booths. Those guys just can't sit still for a second."

"Ah. So you're alone. Your rehearsal performance was splendid. You have a way of captivating everyone around you. You always have."

"Your performance was incredible too, you know! I could never pull off a song as cool as that one. And your dance moves were in such perfect sync. My eyes were glued to the stage!"

"Well... Thank you. I suppose we both want what we don't have. Say, Neige. Are you thirsty at all? I brought you some apple juice. I've been quite taken with this brand recently."

"Ooh, that's the one you posted about on Magicam! I've been wanting to try it. How nice of you to bring me some!"

"By all means, then. Drink up."

"Don't mind if I do!"

[He's gonna get killed.]

"Who?"[Neige. Stop sulking and go stop this.]

"...Whatever. I'm done helping everyone. At least he'll die still beautiful."

*SLAP*

The H/c put a hand on her cheek that was now red after being harshly slapped by... herself.

Her internal clock gave off in her heart as she clenched her chest."We're going back." Her other self transformed into a shadow and forced her to go.

"NEIGE!" Rook shouted, shocking Vil. "My apologies for interrupting your chat, but the staff was looking for you. They have questions about the main show performance. Roi des Neiges... Ah, pardon. Neige."

""Roi des..."? Wait. Are you—?"

"Oh, dear! My throat is positively parched from running around looking for you. That apple juice you're holding looks so cold and refreshing. Might I trouble you to let me have it?"

"O-of course. It's all yours!"

Vil's eyes widened "...!"

"Thank you, Neige. You should hurry on to the stage. And I suggest not coming back here again."

"Huh? What do you mean by that?"

"Go on, off with you, now! Away, away!"

"R-right!" He ran off.

Vil breathed "Ah... Rook, why?"

"Mmm... That sweet, tart apple aroma. It makes me envision a bright-red apple, just waiting for me to take a bite. Epel's hometown specialty is truly magnifique. I shall drink it to the last drop, Roi du Poison." He was about to drink.

Vil froze "!!! Ah..."

"Don't do it, Rook!"

The juice was smashed away from his hands.