Key:
Italic: Writing
Underlined: Flashback
Y/n pov:
Dear diary,
I don't know how I ended up in this situation, I guess it all started when I met Wilbur...
"Hey,"
"Yo, who are you?"
"I'm Wilbur, and who might you be"
He was so charming, so sweet and so kind, you would never know what was beneath the surface. A dark side I never knew how much I thought I needed.
"NUMBER TWO MOST WANTED VILLAIN SIREN SEEN WITH CIVILIAN. WHILE SEEMINGLY CONTENT AND UNHARMED, AUTHORITIES AREN'T BUYING THE DOCILE BEHAVIOUR TO BE BY THE CIVILIANS CHOICE."
"Hah, get a load of this wil, they think you drugged me or something."
"Oh darling don't worry yourself about trivial things like that, they know nothing of how much I love you and could never do anything of the sort! You're everything I've ever dreamed of and no news company could ever comprehend that"
It only really went south when his family fell too.
"Y/n, I'm going protect you with my life since nobody compares to your amazingness"
"If anyone hurts you, I'll remove their organs and keep their heart in a jar."
"Nobody will ever harm you and get away with it, fledgling."
I've got to say, their level of commitment to me was strange, I should've seen it coming. The rest of the syndicate soon joined their leaders, and their statements I frankly blocked from my mind they were so abhorrently obscene.
They were obsessed. The heroes obviously took notice and struck, but they too, gained this life wreaking curse.
"Oh you are soo gorgeous. I'm not ever going to give you back to the syndicate for anything!"
"You are divine in all that you exist as. Perfect in beauty and personality, no one compares!"
"I am but your loyal servant, ready to do whatever I must to keep you safe and sound in our care."
Too many people coming at me left and right it was exhausting. I was just a normal person! This could only have been the work of someone with a matchmaking power trying to make people insane. There's too much, I hate this.
I was soon 'rescued' by the syndicate and constantly torn apart for attention. Panic attack after panic attack, nothing changed. Nothing ever changed, until...
"PHIL OUR ANGEL! OUR BELOVED Y/N IS GONE"
I was kidnapped, yet again. The heroes and villains all teamed up to kill whoever stole their precious. When I was 'freed' , the heroes weren't exactly happy about Siren immediately grabbing me and not letting go.
"They are mine! You hero scum may leave now, y/n is safe and sound and with the love of their life so fuck off."
"YOU WANT US TO FUCK OFF AFTER WE HELPED YOU?! WE COULD IMPRISON YOU IN SECONDS AND YOU BELIEVE THAT WE WOULD JUST LEAVE YOU WITH OUR PRIZED POSSESSION."
That was me, a possession. A prize to be won. A toy to be fought over. No thought for what I want because I'm not human in their eyes. I'm just a toy to be yanked back and forth until I tear in two. And that's what they did. They pulled me back and forth between the two groups.
I'm currently in the syndicates lair. By the time they read all I've wrote so far, I'll be gone. I'm running. It's probably a futile attempt at getting away but I have no other choice besides being tugged back and forth until I tear in two like a teddy bear.
Running away will never be an easy endeavour but it's all I can do. If I bring enough food I'll last outside the city long enough for me to get to the next one over. I've never been more glad to have weird sets of numbers on my phone, the stuff to get into the heroes secret funds or the villains funds. That should be enough to rent a place to stay before I can find a job. It's not safe here, it was never safe for me. Let's just hope my next home isn't crawling with superfucks.
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Meanwhile:
The heroes and villains:
WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY
Civilians:
Shits about to get messy
(A.N: ayo i took sleep meds that didn't work :( I think I may have inherited my dads insomnia which is amazing (/s) I'm gonna try sleep now)
Word count: 669🤪🤪
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