𝑩𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 (ᴘʀᴇ-ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1)

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"Mama look! I made us a drawing!"


"Papa! I-I drew us with mama!"


"Big sis! I... Nevermind..."



[ʀɪᴘ!]



[ʀɪᴘ!]



"Why won't you look..? Are my drawings ugly..?"

"It's fine! I can do better!"



[And the gold medal goes to (Y/n)!]

[And the first place goes to no other than (Y/n)!]

[Another win for (Y/n)!]

[Give it up to (Y/n)!]



"𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒... 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒..? 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒? 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒? 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑒? 𝑆𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒?"







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(Y/n) taps their feet in a rhythm as their thoughts are lost in their imagination.

"There's not much to do..." (Y/n) thought as they watch the people walk through the market streets. (Y/n) stood alone by the shadows, their head covered with a hood to hide their identity to the public.

"Maybe I should buy some cream puffs—" "Excuse me, could you help me..?"

(Y/n) was interrupted from their thoughts when someone patted their shoulder- forget that, THAT WAS A LITERAL SLAP AND DAMN DID IT HURT LIKE HELL!!! Is someone asking for a fight..!?

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