The Pinnacle of Union - Male Reader Insert *HIATUS*

Season 2: Chapter 2 - Nightmares To Start Off The Week

Warning there are dark themes discussed in this, so here's a trigger warning. 

Y/N POV 

I grew up in a world that was defined by division and inequality. From a young age, I was taught to fear those who were different from me, whether it was because of their race, gender, or socioeconomic status. I was taught to view the world through a lens of scarcity, always seeking to take what I could for myself and my own.

But as I grew older, I began to see the flaws in this way of thinking. I saw the devastation that my actions and those of the people around me upon the planet. I saw the suffering and injustices that were being perpetrated against those who were different from me.

It was then that I realized that the true evil in the world was not some external force, but rather the darkness that resided within each and every one of us. It was the fear, the greed, and the selfishness that drove us to commit heinous acts against one another and the world around us.

And so, I made a choice. I chose to reject the lies that I had been taught and instead embrace a new way of living. A way of living that was defined by empathy, compassion, and a deep sense of connection to all living beings.

It was not an easy path, and there were times when I faltered. But I knew that I had to keep moving forward, to keep fighting against the darkness within and without. And so I did, knowing that even the smallest of actions could have a profound impact on the world around me.

In the end, I came to realize that the true measure of a person's worth was not in what they could take, but in what they could give. And so I gave all that I had, in the hope that one day, the world would be a better place for all of us.

"GIVE ME THE MONEY BITCH!"

"I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING, PLEASE IM PREG-"

*BANG*

"O-oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck"

I was only 10 when I had seen a pregnant woman shot out of spite. The man ran off, leaving her cold carcass to rot in that alley way.  

As I wandered through the dark alleyways, I couldn't help but feel a sense of despair wash over me. I had seen things that no person should ever have to see. The horrors of war, the atrocities committed in the name of religion, the greed and selfishness of those in power. It was enough to make anyone lose hope.

But somehow, I couldn't help but keep going. Maybe it was some kind of twisted masochism, or maybe it was just that I couldn't bear the thought of giving up. Either way, I trudged on, each step heavier than the last.

I saw a man, lying in the gutter, his clothes torn and filthy, his face twisted in pain. I approached him cautiously, not wanting to startle him. 

"Are you okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with fear and desperation. 

"Please," he said, his voice barely audible. "Help me."

I didn't know what to do. I wasn't a doctor. I wasn't a hero. But something inside of me told me that I couldn't just walk away. So I knelt down beside him, trying to ignore the stench of his sweat and filth.

I tried to help him, but it was too late. He was too far gone, and there was nothing I could do. As he took his last breath, I couldn't help but wonder what had brought him to this point. What had caused him to end up in this dark and lonely place, with no one to turn to?

And then it hit me. We were all like that man, in one way or another. We were all broken, damaged, and alone. We were all searching for something, some kind of meaning or purpose, in a world that seemed determined to destroy us.