𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐧

✧[016]✧

The lab in Pomefiore dorm was used mostly by Vil, not that it mattered but... He was always down there tinkering away in his spare time. On this day however, he had a lot of work to do. Flipping through a book, he patiently waited for the arrival of Rook. There was something he needed after all... It isn't easy to come by.

"I didn't expect you to get this so quickly. Nonetheless, your efforts are appreciated." Vil murmured, staring over the contents of what he has received. That being, of course, your hair.

"No problem Roi du poison!~ Anything, Anytime. Although, Monsieur Fuzzbal bit me for it." Vil's faced turned sour, he turned towards Rook disappointed in a way. What did he do this time? He knew Rook had a habit of being weird, but that never really stopped him from being his friend.

"What do you mean by that? You didn't just ask them like I told you? I wanted their hair so I could develop a treatment, Rook. You didn't do something weird, did you?"

"Non.."

"Rook."

"I swear on my life to you, beautiful Vil."

"Good, tell baby potato to invite crinkle cut back as soon as possible."

Rook sweat a little bit. He completely forgot about that. He was getting hair because he was going to ask Roi du poison a favor. He didn't want a love potion or anything no. He wanted a sedative to make one lax, like a sleepy doll. But he wanted it to obviously have some bonuses... Hence the hair.

Of course, he could make that stuff himself. But he wouldn't get results as great compared to an actual poison master. The issue is in the process of getting your hair, he forgot that...
Roi du poison also needed your hair for something of his own.

He sighed, at least he had some to keep to himself. In the meantime, he had to tell Epel to bring you over. But not before watching Vil lovingly hold the hair Rook had cleaned and organized. He watched as he stared at the different strands and scribbled away on a notebook, learning your hair and swiftly putting something together that'll make it healthy.

Vil could be so kind. Rook smiled to himself at the thought. He wouldn't mind sharing a beauty like yourself with Vil, but would Vil be okay with the same? Most likely not. He frowned but it quickly turned to joy at the sight of Monsieur Cherry Apple.

"Epel! Little country boy! Call le lapin for me! Vil wants them over."

Epel felt himself pale. Oh no. Vil wanted you. You couldn't escape now. Even if you tried. Vil would make you hone the essence of your true beauty. Epel tried to warm you, but it was to late. He was already inviting you over for... Beauty treatments. He pulled out his phone and began rapidly texting, but it was too late.

Vil tapped his foot, growing impatient. It had only been a minute, or to but he'd much rather insure that he will be getting what he wanted. He whistled for Rook making Epel text even faster.

Message received from CountryBoyILY 💕

Run. Run as far as you can.

Message sent from Fun-Sized 🦐

??????

Message received from CountryBoyILY 💕

Vil wants ya over. If you don't run now, he'll send Rook to collect you. Move! A different country would suffice... I reckon there's space on my families orchard fer ya. You'll be safer there.

Message sent from Fun-Sized 🦐

Epel. You are scaring me.

Message received from CountryBoyILY 💕

RUN. HE SAID I W AS TAKINGS TO LONG. ROOK IS COMING RUN, RUN. PLEde I SEE HIM SPRINTING OUTSIDE, HE'S COMING

Message sent from Fun-Sized 🦐

WHAT THE FUCK HELP ME??? EPEL HELP ME WHAT DO I DO???

Message sent from Fun-Sized 🦐

Epel???

Message sent from Fun-Sized 🦐

Epel.

Message received from CountryBoyILY 💕

Get off your phone, Crinkle cut. I want to see you. Stop texting Epel so much. I've sent Rook over to get you since apparently now means never for you.

"Bonjour Lapin!~"

"AH!" You fell off the couch, hitting the floor with a loud thud as Rook purred, happy to see you. You clutched a blanket to your form, terrified. How on earth. Did he get here? How did he get inside. You crawled backwards as he only stepped closer.

"You are invited to Pomefiore! Special request from Roi du poison! We shouldn't keep him waiting! Up, up! Off the floor with you!"

"How did you get in my house?"

He walked towards you, lifting you up by the collar onto your feet. You had no doubt in your mind he planned on carrying you the whole way over. He seemed to be growing impatient with the fact you weren't hurrying. You grimaced, you were still in your pajamas. You were still tired. Why today.

"Ne t'en fais pas! Come on let's go!~"

"Hey listen... It's my first day off and-"

"Un"

"I'd like to have some time to myself-"

"Deux"

"What are you doing."

"Trois!" He lifted you up immediately, lugging you over her shoulder like you were weightless making you squeak. You haven't been lifted like that since you were a child. He caressed you legs fondly. You tried to squirm but his vice grip made you quickly come to a stop, accepting your fate.

"No need to worry! I'll take great care of you!"

"I wish I warned ya faster, [Name]. Good luck with Vil... eEk."