Break a Horn / Fantoccio X Reader

2 / Crazy Fans

*** TRIGGER WARNINGS : MAJOR VEHICLE RELATED INJURIES AND HEAVY INSULTS ***

When the final few stragglers were ushered out of the building, you allowed yourself to slump backwards over the uncomfortable, metal folding chair and groan tiredly. So. Many. People.

Mrs. Ruby ran up to with a huge smile on her face, "oh, Y/N! I could just kiss you right now! We sold over 80 thousand dollars worth of merch, and we made a profit of 30 thousand! This was a total success!"

"Glad to hear it," you replied, "I am exhausted."

She didn't seem to be paying much attention to you, more to the register that was practically flooding with cash. When you wandered off, you noticed her slipping a few bills into her skirt pocket, but you didn't say anything. You had enough excitement for today.

You hid out in the storage room, shedding your fancy tuxedo suit and stepping into some casual clothing; a t-shirt and sweatpants. The shirt had your name printed on it, with a small, cartoon version of you doing the cheesy little pose with the microphone and winking. Little stars were factory-stitched around the cartoon, adorably so.

Outside, waved goodbye to Dutch, who was headed out to his white limousine adorned with golden and red accents. He offered an elegant wave back before disappearing behind pitch black, tinted windows.

You, on the other hand, decided to make a quick stop to the takeout bar nearby. It was a very tiny shop located in an alleyway of the city. It was discreet, and good quality, so it would be perfect.

There, you originally ordered a frozen, lime daiquiri, but the worker suggested a daiquiri that represented the Irish flag, and you were too curious to pass it up. You sipped on the daiquiri as you walked and was pleasantly surprised with how good it tasted.

The tranquility of the nighttime, city stroll would be cut quite short, however, when you noticed the sidewalk in front of you was completely illuminated by something.

You turned around just a second too late, you couldn't even scream as the bumper of the large truck made impact with your frame.

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"Onlookers described the scene as disturbing and deeply traumatizing when 23 year-old comedian, Y/N L/N, was struck at Razzle Lane, yesterday night at roughly 10:35 P.M., by a speeding trailer-truck operated by an allegedly intoxicated driver. L/N was rushed to the hospital and is now under intensive treatment for her injuries. More on this story will be reported, Dave, would you take the weather report for today?"

You sighed, now disinterested in the news.

Your injuries were severe, but the hospital staff treated them with the upmost care, allowing you at least a little bit of comfort.

One of your prized horns was gone, having snapped right off at the collision. To try and be positive, the nurses told you that had your horn not been crushed by the wheel, it would've been your skull.

It was still a hard loss.

You grabbed your phone from the bedside table with much difficulty, thanks to your broken ribs.

You unlocked your phone and tapped on a headline regarding the incident.

It reiterated the scene that occurred, but the story was slightly altered by the writer to make it more thrilling. You scrolled a little too far down and noticed the top comment on the page.

"What an idiotic person. Who doesn't see a 17 ton truck speeding towards them? I'd say natural selection did its job."

Underneath the comment was a thread of replies.

"Thank you! We should stop giving braindead individuals so much money and fame!"

"Add talentless too lol. I laughed more at the news than at one of those cheap cash-grab shows."

Among the comments who disliked you, there were a couple of comments defending you and wishing you well. Any other celebrity would probably pay no mind to their hate comments, but you honestly had nobody except your fans.

There was a vase provided by the hospital beside your bed. It was empty, just full of water. Nobody had come to see you in the hours after the incident.

The thought brought tears to your eyes. You've always thought high of yourself, and that a lifestyle with no friends, no family, and nobody was sad and depressing.

You've never even realized that you were living that life, just made up for by the fame and money.

Occasionally, the hospital staff would come in and offer small talk, but you knew they only did it because they pitied you.

A few days in, your main nurse entered your ward and announced that a visitor was coming. You shook in anticipation as you waited for the person, wondering who it could be.

Finally, your manager walked through the door, and you smiled weakly from your bed. "Rubes? You wanted to see me?"

She looked around, a strange look on her face, and she leaned it with her tone down, "when can you be back in action? We're losing money here!"

"In about... less than a week," you answered, "if you need money, have you used the extras in the bank? I could give you my card..."

"That's all gone too!" She said, exasperated.

You narrowed your eyes, suspecting, "... did you use it up already?"

"Yes!" Mrs. Ruby whisper-yelled.

"On what?" You quizzed.

She hesitated, "well... um... emergencies... my son needed to go to the doctor for his rabies shot and my car... broke... down..."

"Anyway, please, we need you back in the field ASAP, or I will be forced to terminate the contract," she warned. She began walking away, but stopped at the door and shrugged, "oh, and get well soon, I guess."

Once she was gone, you sighed heavily. Deep down, you knew she was only working with you for the money, but she was the only manager willing to help you when you started. Your life was seriously fucked.

You stared at yourself in the handheld mirror the staff gave you when you requested it. The jagged stub where your horn once was was ugly and gross. Your other horn wasn't much better either, being quite heavily scratched up.

They didn't grow back, this was what you were stuck with. The idea of it scared you, to be living as a one-horned individual. It was always mocked in media, being seen as unattractive.

You needed to get it back. Even if it meant using all the magic in the world.