[Hunter X GN!Reader]
Survival means everything to them.
In this fairy-eat-fairy world, everyone is out for themselves. Not caring for anyone else but themselves. A selfish but suitable way to survive.
In their perspective, at least. A poor, defensel...
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ᵃʳᵗʷᵒʳᵏ ᵇʸ ᵈᵃⁿᵃ ᵗᵉʳʳᵃᶜᵉ ◖────── 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ ──────◗
THE SECRET ROOM OF SHORTCUTS is a wondrous escape from the education system. Many paths can be ventured throughout Hexide amongst these halls, room for a mouse lurking in the shadows to prevent being caught. In search of sacred knowledge that they have been restricted to know.
And once this little mouse receives this power, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WILL STOP THEM- From living the life they want, of course! Being a sad little mouse, left alone in a fairy-eat-demon world to fend for themselves, had its downsides.
So, this little mouse has taken down a dangerous path that they chose for themselves, living life in the completely right way, actually! They're just doing awesome these days, getting sent to the detention pit every once in a while. That is whenever they get caught by a wrinkly old man three-hundred years away from retirement!
This is where they truly realize that the education system is really trying to hypnotize students to believe such idiotic truths.
But here, this is where the mouse reigns the title of a monarch!
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Cries of despair etched through the cracks, reaching pointed ears hidden in the depths of the detention pit.
The sound's drawing closer, holding the feeling of a naive child. Which could mean this hidden mouse has sensitive hearing or the cries are way too loud for their liking.
It's even worse than Jerbo's cries when he gets taken by those wretched, ugly worms. Thank the Titan once more for getting rid of him for the day! He's probably all cozy in that gooey cocoon, getting hypnotized by the comfort of disturbing whispers.
"Where are you taking me?!" They heard another cry of confusion.
A normal occurrence! They hear a variety of weeps and yells five days a week. Weeps of despair, squeaks of rage, a combination of both upon the realization that their parents will definitely put them in a worse position later.
"Detention." A new voice that belonged to a sore throat entered the walls. Helpless lap dogs that can smell trouble before they even see it. And they do this job for free-!?
"Oh! That won't be so bad, right?" Oh, you poor unfortunate soul!
The last thing the mouse heard was the low growl from the grand door, possibly the last sight a troublemaker will ever see of the outside world before being thrown into the detention pit. Three piercing eyes that alone could rival the eyes of the emperor in a literal case. And the ear-wrenching screams that belonged to the latest troublemaker!
