ur the twst mc but ur dead

go white boy go

a/n: there's less of a wait this time! as always, feel free to tell me what u think!!

Honestly, watching paint dry might be more interesting than this.

You've known boredom in the decade you've been dead. You've felt like your head was full of nothing but cotton fluff and your mind had wandered to a completely different planet for hours, leaving you incredibly disoriented when you were brought back to reality. Sometimes, you'd stay floating in the same place, staring at the same point on the wall for days, weeks  even, with not a single word floating through your head, and somehow, all of that was nowhere near as painful as this.

You feel like throwing something as you float in the Heartslabyul gardens and watch Cater mess up the same MagiCam dance for the thousandth time, sighing and scrapping the short video to do it all over again.

"Okay, let's try again," says Cater to himself, restarting the music and messing up the steps only three seconds into the video. If your head wouldn't go straight through it, you'd be banging it on a wall. Cater looks like he's about to do the same, nose scrunching as he hastily deletes his latest failure.

You're never going to get those six seconds of song out of your head now. You're not entirely sure why  Cater is torturing himself by forcing himself to try (and fail) at dancing to the song just to get a few likes, but hey, to each their own, you supposed. He'd always been nose-deep in everything related to social media, and even though you know it's probably turning into a bit of a problem—if it wasn't already—it's not like he's about to miss the chance to start farming in more positive comments or miss out on whichever popular trend was going around at the moment.

At least he looks happy,  you think to yourself, floating away to let him finish up his self-imposed punishment. Distantly, you can hear that same infuriating song start up all over again.

You'd been spending more time in Heartslabyul than ever, for some odd reason. You still hadn't revealed yourself to anyone else, but you guess that you were still nervous about Ace or Deuce spilling to someone. You don't really want to think about the trouble that that would bring, especially because of the way Ace had acted around you—it's clear that he doesn't trust you at all.

Deuce had noticed you were lingering around outside of Heartslabyul after you'd moved a few objects around in the gardens to mess with him. You'd followed him into the lounge, watching him narrowly avoid another confrontation with Riddle, and sit down in a secluded little corner; you tugged on his sleeve to let him know that you were still there.

The number of people around you made it impossible to pull out your physical form, so you quietly suggested that Deuce pretend he was talking on the phone to not earn himself any weird looks from his dorm-mates. It works pretty well, which you were glad for. Fortunately, if he kept his voice down, Deuce could pass off your conversation as a phone call with a friend outside of NRC.

You're honestly glad, almost to the point where it's overwhelming, that someone  is talking to you. During your first year in this strange world, you'd had nearly no friends—other than Grim, of course, but that was a given—and almost no one had bothered to try to get to know you the way Deuce was. You appreciated it, but you weren't sure how to voice it to Deuce, especially because the two of you weren't all that close.