𝕄𝕐 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 (𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙭 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡!𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

chalk it up to stupidity. -4-

there was a moment of silence. and then it was gone. the crowd jeered and placed bets in a second, and y/n stood and waited for the pirate in front of her.

vinnie looked distraught for a moment but was replaced by a murderous smile.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" then she ran. another blade in hand, hair infested with rats.

disgusting.

y/n's face twisted from stoicism to a feverish smile. hey, if there was one thing she was good at, it was a fight.

after all, it was all she was before-

vinnie thrust the blade towards y/n's face, took a step forward and in the same half second sliced through the air.

y/n moved behind her and kicked her in the back of the knee, harshly. vinnie staggered for a second but twisted her torso to slash y/n only to get a punch in the gut. vinnie spluttered but recovered quickly and slammed her fist into y/n's side. she tried her best to not be reactive to it and defensively slid back. vinnie fully recovered and charged again.

y/n dropped down and swept vinnie's legs. vinnie's smile faltered as she tumbled to the floor but scrambled back up. y/n was... gone? before she could even keep thinking (as if anything was going on in there), she was hit in the shoulder and right in between two of her ribs that caused her to double over.

vinnie coughed and held her stomach as y/n stood in front of her.

just as y/n was going to deal a blow to vinnie's carotid artery, she was viciously attacked by something hard in the back of her head that made her feel like she was going to pass out, like her eyes were about to slide out. she was bleeding.

a third party?

it was in fact, another party. a two person party. it was the skinny drunk from earlier and the blond one.

"vinnie..! we have to go now!!" y/n could barely hear then speak through the ringing in her head. she noticed a pouch of gold in the blond's hand. "skipp" was the one that had hit her.

"catcha later, doll!" said the blond. y/n blinked, confused. she gingerly held her head as skipp wrangled the other two out of the circus, completely and utterly lacking all grace and elegance. but when she looked at them, she could only feel warm. so ragged, messy and really terrible hobos, but they made her feel.. something.

"WELL! WHO BET FOR A RETREAT?" dolore suddenly shouted, jolting y/n awake. she held her head as dolore looked about the crowd. no one said a thing.

she held her head as dolore looked about the crowd. no one said a thing. the audience mumbled to each other. no one seemed to have bet for a retreat. y/n took this short moment to sneak backstage as dolore closed up shop for the night.

she was behind the circus now, in between alleyways that no one dared enter. the air was stiff and cold and tasted of dirt. how pleasant. she undid her hair (mb if you don't have hair. pretend it's a hat ig??) and sighed in relief as it fell against her neck. it was cold enough that when she breathed out she could watch her breath float away. of course, you could barely see it in the smug covered town. y/n reached for a cigarette but let out a disgruntled groan when she had remembered what ranpo had done. fuck my walnut lungs.

she set off to get more. sorry ranpo. really.

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y/n trudged through the backroads that seemed to progressively get warmer. she glanced up to see the sky clearing. it was indeed getting warmer. very warm. she removed her blazer and tied it around her waist to reveal a white long-sleeved shirt adorned with a puffy collar. it faintly showed white vines and flowers along the collar, courtesy of ranpo.