{Twisted Wonderland X GN Reader}
(Hollow Knight x Twisted Wonderland)
In which one of the Pale King's most loyal vessel appears in a world completely different than their own with seemingly no way back. How will they cope with such a different world...
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The four soon found themselves back at the room where (Y/N) and the unamed one first woke up, the doors now closed. However, voices could be heard from the other side, sounding like there were a lot of people on the other side.
"We're done with orientation and dorm assignments? All right, new students—let me be clear. At Heartslabyul, I am the law. Break the rules, and it's off with your head!" A strong voice was heard past the doors. The unamed one flinched slightly at the strength of the voice, his hand unconsciously moving to his throat.
"Well, that ceremony was as boring as ever. I'm going back to the dorm. If you're in Savanaclaw, follow me," a deeper voice was heard after, yawning as if he were too tired to care about what was occurring. (Y/N) couldn't help but shake their head slightly at the nonchalant tone. While they weren't sure what this orientation thing was, with how Crowley described it, they would assume that anyone involved would put their entire focus on making it grand and enchanting to peers.
"New students! Allow me to be the first to congratulate you on your achievement. As Housewarden of Octavinelle, I am honored to have the opportunity to support you in what I hope will be a fulfilling campus experience," a third voice said in a loud and benevolent tone, though (Y/N) couldn't help but notice something off about it, as if it wasn't as sincere as the voice tried to be.
"Hey, does anyone know where the headmage went? He disappeared midway through the ceremony..." another voice was heard, this one holding a tone of nobility. At this point, (Y/N) was wondering why they weren't going into the room now. Was Crowley waiting for something?
"Some headmage he is," a strange sounding voice said, (Y/N) not being able to understand why it sounded so strange to them.
"Maybe he had a tummy ache?" Another voice said. This one sounded more youthful and bright than the others, making (Y/N) curious on how the voice's owner looked like. It seemed like Crowley thought that this was the most opportune time to make their entrance. He pushed both doors open as he announced his return, allowing (Y/N) and the unamed one to see what the whole commotion was.
"I most certainly did not!" Crowley shouted as he walked in, the two walking behind him and taking a look. In the room, various creatures similar to Crowley and the unamed one, yet all looked so differently from one another. (Y/N) noticed that they all had the same clothing as them, making them curious as to how they even got this in the first place.
"Ah, speak of the devil," the first voice from earlier said, making (Y/N) turn their head to see the owners of the unknown voices. They all wore the same clothes, like the others, but they all looked different to eachother. The one who spoke had red hair and fair skin, as well as bluish-grey eyes. Compared to the others around him, he seemed quite...short. Because of how many creatures there were, (Y/N) decided to label him as the short one.
