𝑩𝑨𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 /𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑊𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑂𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠/

۝🤡 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝕿𝖞𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙 🤡۝

For the longest time my dilemma was just questioning the lack of character in that title. For the actual book y'know? Cause we already have the Crimson tyrant or whatever so it feels overused y'know. Anyways...

It is time! The 5th book. Just one more until we get stuck at a standstill from book 7. That's when it all comes together hehe...

HELP I JUST REALISED THAT I'VE BEEN LEAVING HINTS?? Like hints about why |M| doesn't remember his past. Hints OTHER than the chapter long hints... LIKE WTF BRAIN?? why didn't I tell myself?? Omg...

Love how this mini series started out as a joke and now I'm here tryna make it perfect. It's all because of how much more serious the ACTUAL game gets further down in the books. You get me?

BOUTA edit the FUCK outta this yessir!!

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-Gifts-

"Haaaaaa... I'm tired and it's cold.. Everything is miserable" |M| pinched his temple, a groan leaving his lips as he tilted his head back, staring up at the ceiling with a blank look on his face. After the events over the past few months, it was unbearably difficult to tell himself that 'it was just because of the cold'. There was just something gnawing at him.

His gaze softens, his head falling forwards as his eyes shifted, gaze locking on a box that sat opened next to a gift bag. An elegant gold ribbon was splayed out next to a pair of earrings with apple shaped rubies in them, helix rings with dangling chains beside them. He stood from his spot and approached the box, gaze falling on the matching choker inside, he glanced to the side at an intricately designed lipstick that matched the whole set.

A sigh slipped past his lips in wonder, who would send him such gifts? Has he ever met someone with an apple theme obsession? The bright rubies would feel so out of place on him. His hand mindlessly moved to his neck where the seashell choker lay around his neck, his fingers brushing against the slightly cold shells. To replace one gift with another, isn't that rude?

"Who would send such gifts to me? And what's with the apple theme?" He asked himself after a moment of thinking. He soon brushed off the thoughts and turned to his bed, returning to where he previously sat and letting out a deep sigh.

It could be a secret admirer. Or even a friend, maybe a friend of a friend. Maybe even a relati-...his mood dampened at the thought. He doesn't have any that he would know about. The memories of his past is still empty, so foggy.

"Who would send me these..." his words drift out into the emptiness of the room. He didn't expect an answer, lowering his gaze to the floor before tensing up at the sound of shuffling by his balcony window.

He stood to his feet immediately, snatching his magic pen as he inched towards the balcony. He stepped onto the stone tiles, the cold air kissing his cheeks as he looked around. He walked towards the ballisters, sensing the faint magic as he peered over the ledge.

"My my, so on guard are we~?" he flinched, turning around swiftly and raising his magic pen. A bobcut blonde smiled at him with his hands raised in defense, |M| raising a brow as he lowered his guard slightly.

"You..who are you?" he asked softly, still holding his magic pen up as the blonde chuckled. |M| felt strange around him, almost comfortable yet uneasy at the same time. Maybe this guy was just some weirdo. He usually feels safe around those type of guys.

"I simply came to check something. Do not worry Monsieur lapin" he lowered his hands and walked backwards into |M|'s room. The male froze for a second before going after him.