❝𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲...❞ 𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻

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Author's Note

Enjoy!

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You were born in Inazuma. It wasn't long before your parents decided to move to Sneznhaya. All three of you were living happy lives in the cold snow of Sneznhaya.

You and your parents live in Sneznhaya for many years, until your parents had spent all their Mora. Your parents hadn't worked a single day since they have moved to Sneznhaya, because they believed that they had enough Mora to last them at least 20 years. Since they had no Mora to their name, they would take out loans from an organisation called the 'Fatui'. They made it out to be that they would help you with all your problems, and get you to work for them. Until, they wouldn't need you anymore. You would be tossed aside, or worse. Killed.

Your parents would occasionally take out loans from the Fatui since they have a lot of Mora. The Fatui would come knocking at your door every month, asking for the debt to be repaid, but your parents ask them to give them more time. This had kept on going on for about a year, until the Fatui have had enough of your parents shenanigans.

One cold Sneznhaya evening, the Fatui were knocking at your door again for the debt to be repaid. You were happily reading your books as you had nothing else to do at 14 years old, as you don't go to school. Your Mum stood up and walked towards the wardrobe that was in the living room.

"Y/n! Come over here." She whispers. You drop your book and run over to your Mum. "Could you stay in here for Mum?" She asks while opening the wardrobe door. You nod and sneak into the cramped space. Your Mum shuts the door, but not all the way. There was still some space for you to see what was going on

Your Dad opens the front door and three men walks into the house. One of the men stood forward and begins to speak, while the other two stand near the exit, as if they were blocking it off to stop someone from escaping.

"Greetings, Mr L/n. I am Tartaglia. Number Eleven of the Fatui Harbingers, code name Childe." Tartaglia introduces himself. Your Dad looks at him in disgust.

"I know who you are, you don't need to introduce yourself." Your Dad grunts. Tartaglia sighs.

"Why do you have to be so cold? Mr L/n?" Tartaglia smirks. "I'm only here to collect your debt that you still owe the Fatui."

Your Dad sighs. "Look can you give us some more time?" Your Dad asks. Tartaglia shakes his head.

"Unfortunately, the Fatui has already given you a year to pay off your 10,000,000 Mora debt. But you still keep on requesting more time, and taking out more loans." Tartaglia's face has gone from a warm friendly expression to a cold serious expression. "You know we Fatui have been pretty generous with the time you keep on requesting, and now we are beginning to become a little impatient." Tartaglia slowly taps his foot on the ground.

"I apologise Mr Tartaglia, but I promise to get it to you as soon as possible!" Your Dad yells. Tartaglia sighs once more.

"You know, Mr L/n... you keep on saying that every time right? But then every time we come back, you keep on saying it over and over. It really is annoying when someone lies about their promises." Tartaglia pulls out his duel blades, that are infused with hydro. "And I don't like liars."

Tartaglia reaches his hand out and slashes your Dad across the face. Blood sprays everywhere. You hear your Mum scream in horror. Your Dad falls to his knees and begins to beg.