Vicem Alteram [Various PDH x f!reader]

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Alternative title: You can really tell which characters I have a bias for here, but you meet some people! Important and not so important aside

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You end up not approaching her, instead keeping a respectable distance away, though still close enough to observe her. Minecraft pixels don't do one's looks justice apparently, no wonder most everyone fell head over heels for her. The most prevalent thing about her was her short stature- you were most definitely taller than her thats for sure. Her raven locks of hair lazily breezed behind her as she sped across the gritty pavement. She was absolutely gorgeous...say how bad would it be if you pulled a 'steal your girl'? Surely Aaron wouldn't be too mad right? All's fair in love and war as they say....you should probably prioritize focusing on more important things- like a general gameplan after all.

Now with the confirmation that you're essentially right in the throng of the plot, you need to decide what to do. Things were relatively calm during season one of PDH, most of it was just over-indulgent and campy love-triangles, some somewhat corny dialogue, and something that could be called an enemies to lovers arc. The biggest problem- the climax of season one was just the shit load of miscommunication and secret keeping that took place thanks to the love-triangle.... Gene's there two, the orchestrator or whatever, but you could handle him for sure. Season two of PDH however, when the male manipulator himself comes in is when the vibes go completely awry. The werewolf being the catalyst of the darker twists and turns of seasons four through six. What were you supposed to do then? Fix him, yeah right. It feels too insensitive to think you can fix him during his introduction next year- after all he's literally a psychopath isn't he?

Well...maybe you could do that, isn't that what tends to happen in all those transmigrator manhwas Anna read? Where the female lead pulls the "I can fix him card" on the tyrant and it actually works. Just as quick as the thought hit, you're already stomping it away, eyes burning and lips grimacing at the thought of Anna. The only thing you can picture is her hollow features as she hovered over you sobbing.

Feeling a slight pain arise in your temple you quickly rub the bridge of your nose, a decent plan will come in no time, you still had at most a year to prepare after all. Or... or you could just sit back couldn't you. Become a nameless background character who simply exists to add life to the set. Just live your second try at life in peace (and luxury, you were fucking loaded apparently).You tune out your thoughts after a moment, noticing the terracotta palette building. Splashes of vivid purple banners decorated the tan walls, and you realized in your mental planning, you had walked up the cement stairs. Once again no longer bound by minecraft physics the water fountain in the center of the courtyard was absolutely breathtaking. Wet stone glimmered in the sunlight tantingly and the jewel-like water rippled effortlessly across the surface of the small pool. Palms flat against the rough stone, you could feel the breeze carry a cloud of mist right across your face, brushing against some specks of your hair as well.

"Huh? Why are the doors locked? D-did...did they forget to open it on the first day of school!?" glimpsing towards the ravenette you gnaw slightly on your bottom lip. Did you want to live your life peacefully? The loaded question bounces around your psyche, it was rather make or break wasn't it. Spending only a second longer hesitating, you step around the fountain and straight towards the girl. Fuck it- this was your second chance at life, not everyone gets the chance to try again and you weren't going to waste it on the mere basis of statistics and what-ifs.

"I'm pretty sure they lock the door on orientation day- er well the first day of school," the shorter female shrieks, strangled gasp straining her vocal cords as she whipped around to stare at you. Amber eyes widened in terror. Quickly you raise your hands up flat open, palms facing her, and take a step back as if she was a spooked animal.