Rewritten version of Sugar and Molasses

Chapter 5: Gaslighting Bullet or Not?

(This chapter is a bit longer in length! About 2060 words, kind of to make up for last time and because I was bored at school during the middle of the week)

(I will say this chapter is written a lot better compared to last time. I think it's a lot more organized/smooth.)

(This chapter is less focused on the current events with MC and rather so their past so have fun with that).

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"Ah, here it is." Chrollo mumbled to himself as he held the ruby and diamond necklace to you while you were forced to sit on his lap. The jewels gleamed in the sunlight, the shine making them even more captivating. But that didn't matter to you at that moment. This random creep named 'Chrollo' or whatever was having you be here; with a bunch of murderers who oddly seem to not mind you at all. Why weren't they concerned with the fact he was insane?

He seemed to be calm and calculating when speaking with his friends. But to you, he either rambles about the past or asks questions. Questions that are a bit too invasive. The memories he repeats don't make sense to you. You never had met him before as far as you could remember. You hadn't ever lived in a trashy city named Meteor City either. As far as you know, you had fallen off of a truck as a toddler and a couple decided to adopt you; given, they didn't have any children, so you were the perfect addition.

The way he reminisced his past made details that he was at least 9. You don't know how old he is, but guessing he was around your age, there was no way you were ever friends at that point. Your 9th birthday was a literal disaster: your dumbass self decided to slip and fall down the stairs, where you managed to break a leg. You won't ever forget such a memory. At least you got to tell the doctor it was your birthday. That bitch didn't give you candy as a special occasion though. Clearly, that doctor doesn't deserve to be a pediatrician.

"My favourite memory between us was when we found a tape together. At the time, it was the most fascinating thing ever. That was the most cheerful I had been in a long time." Chrollo then paused his words, a malicious atmosphere starting to come from him. "Then the next day you left me and the others. We missed you so much." His hands pet your hair, to which you stiffened. His touch felt icy compared to the daylight's warmth.

Pakunoda, the hot mommy lady, added "But I think his sire missed you the most. Surely you must remember?" God, why did the slick-back guy have to hold you? This woman was much more deserving of praise than greasy Chrollo.

"No. I don't. I'm not from Meteor City. If I was, I had to be younger than 3." You reply, confusion eating away at your mind. This group in general is both scary and normal, yet also completely insane. You hope you can escape home soon.

"Pakunoda, if you could please." Chrollo ordered quietly, staring down at you while continuing to caress your hair.

"Of course. They need to come back to us." Pakunoda held up a gun. A FUCKING GUN. You freeze in shock and horror, unable to move away. Especially not with Chrollo keeping you in place. Are they planning on killing you? You were too young to die now! You still have to get that limited edition of Patrick Star as a femme boy! This was more traumatizing than that one comic somebody made of SpongeBob and Senpai Squidward.

Your breathing cut off as the bullet neared you as the milliseconds passed by. This was it. Your end. Your life wasn't the greatest, but you sure as hell did not deserve this underwhelming ending. You wished you had gotten an elegant, party murder rather than in a building made out of broken concrete and in the lap of a degenerate. Well, goodbye to the consciousness.