𝕴𝖘𝖊𝖐𝖆𝖎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚇 𝚃𝙱𝙷𝙺: ˢᵗᵒⁱᶜ

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Everything was a blur of nothingness.

All you saw were spots of color.
No distinct shape.
A mess of things once meaningful, now meaningless.

Your psychotic mother was tearing apart everything you owned.
Things were scattered around the floor.
Fragments of you memories.

Painful splinters on your arms.

Things.
They were ripped into pieces
shredded

Thrown out the window

Smudged ink covered her fingertips.

One thing was certain

.

You landed in an unfamiliar area. It smelled of fresh air. Dark clouds were visible up in the sky along the stars.

You rage had taking over you. You ran toward an empty looking street. There were small streetlights scattered around.

They were beckoning for you to come, and you followed.

You felt yourself moving in a straight line, but having lost half your consciousness, you crashed into a house.

There were small scratches on your cheek, blood smeared on your hands, forehead, even on your arms.

A scream. It rang in your ears, perhaps it was your very own.

A twisted, voice, one full of agony filled the streets.

You punched the house out of rage and helplessness.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

You heard a voice.

Cold, distant
just like your mother's.
You fell onto your knees in fear.

Like before,
Everything turned empty.
You were in your own world, alone.

Little did you know.

The person who spoke to you was none other than Minamoto Teru, a character from one of your mangas.

Little did you know

The house you punched
Was a house owned by a family

Called the Minamotos.

You wonder.

Has hell sent you here for your sins, or what?