paradox | mischa bachinski x female reader

dust and ashes

     "that's way better than a hello kitty cupcake!" constance mumbled, taking steps toward karnak.

     "meet constance blackwood. catchphrase:" karnak said again, talking to the abyss. it was making you confused, causing you to question yourself. was something missing? a part in your brain that prevented you from seeing who or what he was talking to, maybe. you decided to ask another one of your questions, though.

     "but why can only one of us be brought back to life? what's stopping all of us from going.. back?" you asked him, peeking your head out to look at him. he didn't answer your question, either. instead...

     "meet y/n l/n. catchphrase:" karnak began. was he going to do this for everyone? suddenly, you could feel yourself stepping forward, posing with your hands folded and brought up to your chest.

     "my mother always told me that the best part of creating a beautiful moment is sharing it with someone. and what's life without moments?" you asked, your voice dripping with a tacky, princess, feminine tone that you only ever used in your dreams. "oh my-" you started, slapping your hand over your mouth and shaking your head, your eyes screwed shut. well if that wasn't the most embarrassing moment of your (not) life, you didn't know what was. that was probably a lie. you could definitely name some things a little more humiliating than that. maybe something along the lines of becoming infatuated with a guy when he wants nothing to do with you? i don't know if that rings a bell.. it happens to the best of us. you groaned and vowed to not speak up to karnak again.

     "sadly, y/n, i've only ever possessed the power to bring one back to life." he explained.

     "what do we have to do to be brought back to life?" ocean asked him. of course, you wanted answers, but you couldn't help but want someone to put a cap on the amount of questions ocean could ask, because it was getting pretty annoying.

     "the one who wants to win it the most shall redeem the loser, in order to complete the whole." it sounded like another fortune, and if you were being frank, now was not the time.

     "that.. doesn't make any sense!" ocean protested.

     "i trade mostly in prophecies that don't make any sense.. until they actually do."

     "i take it you're the judge?" ocean asked, rhetorically. still, a buzzer sound was heard from around you.

     "it seems that ocean o'connell rosenberg has used up the group's three questions for the evening." karnak sighed, his voice teeming with fake disappointment.

     noel spoke up, walked towards the center of the room. "even in death i can't escape her. she's followed me to the afterlife!" he exclaimed, glaring at ocean. "well played satan, well played." he said, with squinted eyes and a hint of admiration.

     "meet noel gruber! aspiring poet laureate. catchphrase:" karnak interrupted noel's dispute.

     "being the only gay man in a small, rural high school is kind of like having a laptop in the stone age. i mean, sure, you can have one.. but there's nowhere to plug it in!" noel whined. he moaned in embarrassment and stepped out of the spotlight, coming from god knows where. everyone pretended to not acknowledge what he said, all parties being left a little shocked and awkward.

     "..but that's not fair! you didn't tell me there were only three questions!" there were many unfair things that had happened in the past hour, the main one being that all of you had literally died.

     "i believe i did! after the fact." karank argued with her, defending himself.

     mischa, who had been standing in the corner, facing away from everyone took noel's spot in the center of the room. "yo! i can't get any wifi up in this bitch!" he yelled to no one in particular, holding his phone up in the air, as if to somehow connect to something.