One shots Twst

White

It was a chilly holiday season when Riddle returned to his home in the city of Queendom of Rose.

The sprawling mansion echoing with memories of a childhood overshadowed by strict rules and high expectations.

Each corner of the house was filled nothing but a bleak childhood causing him to sadly sigh...

' Mother would scold me.....' Riddle thought

Thankfully his mother was away on business, a fact that filled him with an unexpected sense of relief and short live of security.

He had always felt the weight of her expectations, and the thought of being alone in the house, if only for a short while, offered a reprieve to her wrath.

And he know that he is surely will be punished knowing that she got the news of his overblotting.

He already received multiples stack of letters from his mother but also calls however he stop himself to reply as he need some distance especially from his mother's toxic manipulation.

Yet........its hurts...

Riddle shook his head and busied himself cleaning the house, ensuring everything was in order before his mother's return.

Riddle felt could his hands clenching as he holds a broom.

He could already imagine her displeasure if she found dust gathering in the corners or misplaced items in her meticulously organized home...... Its always her home.... not ours....

The task was monotonous, but it kept his mind occupied until he reached the attic door. A door he had never really thought about before and The door he never thought it existed.

Riddle’s brow furrowed in confusion when he discovered that the attic was locked. He jiggled the handle, but it wouldn't budge.

" Why is this lock...." Riddle mumbled after a few tries he then dismissed it as he returned to his chores.

Later, as he entered his room, his gaze landed on a old bear perched on the shelf decorated with trinkets.

The bear was old and worn, with patches. Its heart was stitched together with red and white fabric, adorned with a tiny gold crown on the white side.

This bear was a gift from his uncle, the only person who ever seemed to shield him from his mother’s wrath.
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Even if the others left him.....

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Riddle awoke to the blaring of his alarm, a sense of disorientation lingering as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

After arranging his bed, he headed to the bathroom, but something caught his attention on his bedside table.

' Where did this come from....'

An old key. It was unlike any modern key, intricately designed with engravings like those antique keys that he saw once visiting a Fae city.

The most striking detail was a rose wrapped in thorns, crowned delicately. It was beautiful......

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Wait a moment....

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His heart raced as he inspected it closer, realizing the design matched that of the attic's doorknob that he accidentally saw.

Driven by newfound curiosity, Riddle then went to the attic after taking a bath and changing to a new set of clothes.

Arriving at the door, as he then crutched down and inspect the door knob.

' It was really the same design....'

Riddle thought as he compare the two. It was the same design however the engravings on the door knobs was rather faint and deformed.

Standing up as he fix himself. Looking at the key in his and at the door infront. He made a decision and put the key into the keyhole as turn it.

The door creaked open, releasing a cloud of dust that filled the air. Riddle coughed as he stepped inside, revealing a library filled with old books, their spines cracked and faded.

' How come I never heard of this....'

He thought as he inspected his surroundings however one book stood out. A white tome that seemed to glow under the dim attic light.

He approached it cautiously, his heart suddenly pounding. The cover was adorned with intricate roses and vines as his hand touch its cover.

" The Red Rose.... "

Riddle raised his eyebrows as his interest was piqued. He then look for a chair and sit down as he read the book.

However the first line caught his attention, “To the White Queen’s Red Rose.”

His heart skipped a beat for a reason as he continue to read the book as it completely absorbed in the story that unfolded before him.

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A loud thunderclap jolted Riddle awake and he blinked at the fading light of the evening sky.

' It's raining '

Riddle thought as he saw raindrops hitting the attics small window.

He hastily returned the book to its place noting the time passed that making grimaced.

As Riddle left the room and lock it. The book that was put in its place suddenly glow as white lights engulf it transforming into a red rose.

His holidays passed uneventfully, and Riddle was finally in the NRC much to his relief.

Foresome reason he was having headaches much more than usual and unsettling feeling lingered in him when he was back to the College, preferably the Heartslabyul Realm.

He gazed out at the maze from his  window. When suddenly he spotted a figure.

A woman with white and wearing in a white in a gown with a golden crown standing in the center of the Rose Maze. He could not see its face but he knew she was smiling gently at him.

Goosebumps raced down his spine something felt off as his hair on his body stand up when he look again the figure was not there.

Frowning, he brushed it off as a trick of his imagination, a byproduct of stress and fatigue, and went to sleep.

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One fateful day, a piercing scream shattered the calm of Heartslabyul, causing panic to ripple through the dorm.

Cater, Trey, Ace, and Deuce who was walking in the hall way together exchanged worried glances, quickly realizing the scream had originated from Riddle’s room.

' Riddle! '

Their hearts raced as they rushed toward the door.

“Deuce, break it down!” Cater urged, his voice tinged with panic.

Deuce nodded and forcefully kicked the door open, the wood splintering under the pressure.

" Riddle!....Are you al-right...." Trey said as voice getting faint ashe was looking at the scene before him.

There Riddle sat on his bed, his face pale and horrified, his once vibrant red hair now in colored white....

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' White!? '