Reader POV
BEEP BEEP BEEP
You groan and turn to shut off the alarm clock that woke you from yet another nightmare. They're always the same: you're running, but where, you don't know. You see tall grey people with horns and eyes like you, but each unique— they're all scared and trembling. Looking in the direction of their frightened expressions, you see another grey person; he's enormous with clown paint on his face, and he has eyes and horns just like you. Holding a large, spiked club, he approaches you, and you begin to feel scared just the same. As he raises his club above your head, you wake up.
You sigh and throw the covers from your sleepy form. Marcos, having just woken up as well, gives you a knowing glance. "Same dream again?" he questions, already knowing the answer.
"Yeah, but I still don't get it. Is it fate? Destiny? Or am I going crazy?" you reply, half to yourself.
Grabbing a polo shirt and jeans from his dresser, he smiles and says sarcastically, "I think it's option C; I always thought you were a little psycho."
"Thanks, but you're not helping." You grab clothes of your own and throw them on in a fast manner, then walk over to the mirror atop your dresser. Running a brush through your (h/l) hair, you attempt to tame it, avoiding your sensitive horns as always.
"Calm down, I'm just teasing," Marcos says, leaving the top button open on his shirt and sauntering over to your mirror. He runs his fingers through his short, brown hair, admiring himself.
"God, you're such a dork," you say, nudging him with your elbow. You swipe on a little eyeliner and mascara, then decide your face looks good enough for the day.
"But you love it!" he says and winks at you; you'd be lying if you said you didn't love it. He's always been playful and childish at heart, always been there to hold you when you're sad. And you return the favor, of course; you'd been the first person he told when he came out, and you gave him full support and lots of hugs!
"Whatever!" you say, grinning and sticking your tongue out at him. One spray of your favorite perfume and grabbing your shoes, you head out of the bedroom to the bathroom to brush your teeth, then to the kitchen for the traditional American breakfast: cereal!
You eat in silence, only making a sound to greet/acknowledge your foster parents who only entered the room momentarily. Marcos joins you soon enough, bringing you your backpack; you thank him and grab him a bowl of cereal. The then empty bowls join the many in the sink (which you'd have to wash later) and the two of you head out the door to the bus stop, ready to begin yet another boring day at school.
GHB POV
You sit atop your throne, staring down at the lowblood in front of you, pleading for their worthless life. You don't care. With one swing of your already-colorful club, you smash their head to bits, the blood draining out. You sigh. Just another day, missing your motherfucking miracle of a daughter and painting the walls with the blood of the lowercastes. You've been asking the mirthful messiahs for your miracle back, but with no luck.
At that very moment, one of your blueblooded guards comes through the doors of your throne room, sweating up a motherfucking storm. "What the fuck do you WANT, MOTHERFUCKER!?" you ask impatiently.
"D—> sir, we've gained information on the...location of your daughter" he says.
There are no words to describe the smile that found its way to your face. "Well, motherfucker, what are YOU WAITING FOR!?"
"D—> she's been tracked down to the planet earth. she was found in (city/state/country)" he replied assertively.
"Let's fucking GO, MOTHERFUCKER!"
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Missing (GHB x Daughter!Reader)
FanfictionOMG I HAVE BEEN INSPIRED SO I MUST WRITE THIS BEFORE MY HEAD EXPLODES Anyway, this story is about the life of a girl who never really fit in this world. Only when she finds out who she really is is she able to finally feel the love of a real family...
