Flowers, flowers for me

Totally not suspicious

Lavender watched as her favorite yandere character, Ayano, was revealed to never be able to get her senpai-because he just didn't love her, and he never would-no matter what.

'WHAT??'

"That's so fucking stupid! That's always how these end!" Lavender yelled in outrage.

Lavender should have known better than to become unhealthily invested in this game/mini shorts series she found through youtube game creators. It always ended badly for her emotionally.

Lavender spent the next few hours scouring all of the internet websites she could find for Ayano x reciprocating reader. She even put in a wide variation of wording, like 'willing reader', 'yandere reader', 'loving reader', and even 'psychopathic reader'.

See, Lavender has a slight problem, really just a small little problem(barely even a problem!), where she needs to feel obsessively and possessively for someone(anyone worth feeling anything over), and once she starts to feel this way, she needs them to feel the same.

Of course, most of the time(all of the time, who was she kidding here?), people didn't reciprocate. Obviously she left them alone once it was made clear they didn't feel the same way, she was way too aware of others' feelings to try and force anything on someone. She knows that's shitty, and she would never do that to anyone.

Unfortunately, she had an obsession with being wanted and obsessed over in such a possessive way.

And the only way she was able to fulfill her needs(seeing as her step-mom had failed to get her a therapist and she could never go to anyone else for one), was through fictional characters.

And Ayano was her all time favorite right now.

"If only I could be Ayano's beloved..." Lavender was desperate, having failed at shifting to the more safe worlds she knew she could handle(or any place, really), and wasn't exactly attached to anything in her world.

And that was what allowed her to be chosen for the lottery done by the gods, when she prayed that night, to be given a chance to be with someone who would love her the way she loved and wanted to be loved.

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*beep* *beep* *beeeep* *beee-* "ugh!" Her hand searched for the alarm and shut it off, seeing that it was on her clock on her dresser instead of on her phone.

'Weird' She thought, 'I haven't used that alarm since the first time, right after I got it.'

She looked around, noticing that her room was much cleaner than usual, but not any different aside from that. '...' She looked more closely at her walls and surroundings. 'Very weird.'

She got up to take a closer look at her room, inspecting the differences.

Now that she had gotten a closer look, the stains that she had gotten onto her walls were gone as well..

And the small holes and bumps and ridges that made her room feel more lived in.

She got goosebumps on the back of her neck and arms.

She made her way to her dressers, scared and excited and ready to pass out all at once.

Her clothes were the same.

Her closet.

Her closet had multiple copies of a uniform she certainly didn't own nor need, but that she recognized immediately.

'No way.'

She made her way to the nearest bathroom (her bathroom), and opened the door slowly, pace picking up (in fear or exhilaration, she had no clue.)

Looking back at her in the mirror, a face so familiar yet not, was a better looking version of her.

Her breath stopped, eyes widening.

The person in the mirror had no acne, her hair was pink (soft pink), and much longer.

Her lips were a rosy color, her cheeks similarly tinted.

Her eyes were still brown, but she had always loved how unapproachable they made her seem.

Everything else was how she had always pictured would make her much better looking.

Her tan skin contrasted nicely with her hair and lips, and her clear skin filled her with a rush of confidence.

She reached to feel her still curly hair, feeling that it was much more soft and smooth.

Looking in the mirror, she saw the Lavender she always wanted to be, and thanked whatever god or goddess did such a thing.

Lavender was herself, but now she was even more than that.

She was confident and scheming, and that was dangerous.

The poor souls who got mixed up in Lavender's schemes wailed and kicked and screamed from the afterlife, cursing Lavender and whatever higher being decided to let her live in this world, or any world.