Shattered Reflections (Twisted Wonderland x Gojo Reader)

The Rose-Red Tyrant - The Unbirthday Party

Readers, as you all know the MC's backstory is quite disturbing so I have now included a warning sign ⚠ to let you know that it could be disturbing in a sense or uncomfortable. Of course, you all are free to skip that part if you don't want to but I would like to kindly let you know that these dream scenes of the MC's upbringing are important but I won't force you. Read at your own comfort!

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As (y/n) closed her eyes for the night, the mirror in their room shimmered once again, rippling faintly. Her eyebrows furrowed as she felt herself being pulled into yet another strange dream.

She found herself in the same maze from before. "Another dream...?" She muttered. Ahead, she saw a woman resembling the Queen of Hearts from the Seven Statues, holding a tree with roses - some painted red. A blonde girl knelt before her, holding a paintbrush.

"For painting my roses red, someone will lose his head!" the queen shrieked.

"Y-Your Majesty, if anyone's to blame, it's him!" the Three of Clubs, who still held a paintbrush, pointed at the Two of Clubs.

"Have mercy, Your Grace. It was the Ace!" The Two pleaded, trembling.

The Queen's glare shifted. "So it was YOU" she shouted at Ace, a bucket of paint covering his head.

"Gah, no, it was the Two!" Ace protested, shifting blame back.

"Then he will pay." The Queen declared, her eyes cold.

Terrified, Two of Clubs stammered, "It was the Three, I say!"

"Enough of this. Off with ALL their heads!" The queen ordered, unable to determine who is responsible.

The three Club card soldiers were each dragged away by two hearts soldiers, while the queen watches on and laughing, "Hee hee hee"

(y/n) watches on, and heard Two of Diamonds murmur, "A fitting end. Color, you can't mend"

"Everyone knows the roses should be red" Three of Spades said

The dream began to blur and fade into darkness.

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Over in Heartslabyul. After drinking a cup of herbal tea made by Cater, Riddle went to bed. As sleep claimed him, the darkness of his slumber shattered like glass, revealing the familiar sight of a traditional Japanese mansion before him.

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"It's this place again..." He muttered, finding himself in a dimly lit courtyard. The air felt heavy, filled with tension and rigid. In the distance, he saw (y/n), a child once again, her face blank but her eyes filled with exhaustion. Around her, the higher-ups loomed, their expressions unreadable, their presence suffocating.

"Again," one of them commanded, voice sharp and hollow. A cursed spirit writhed in front of her, a grotesque mass of hate and malice, its grotesque form twisted in agony.

(y/n) lifted her trembling hands, bloodied from repeated failures. Riddle could see the faint tremor in her fingers as she clutched a polearm. Her breath was shallow, every inhale a silent struggle. But she couldn't show weakness.

"You were told to strike without hesitation!" The voice boomed echoing around the hall like a death sentence. "You are a sorcerer. Perfection is required. Failure will not be tolerated."

With a snap of an elder's fingers, searing pain spread across (y/n)'s back - a curse cast to punish her disobedience. She gasped, her body jolting forward, but she did not cry out. Riddle's chest tightened. He had been punished for breaking rules before, but never like this. This was different - this was inhumane.