MiiVR (a miitopia au)

Episode 1: What Do You Mean I Have To Save The World!? Ruellia's Journey Begins!

The cycle never seemed to have an end.

Every day, Ruellia buries himself into his career, teaching ballet to young elves. It was the same spiel every day. He'd wake up, have some coffee, go to work, come home, sleep. He barely ate anything aside from a few snacks. He couldn't eat, he couldn't risk gaining weight. Though, he was already starting to get pudgy from only eating snacks.

"You're getting fat, Ruellia. Nobody likes a fat ballerina." His old ballet instructor's words echo in his mind as he stares at his body. Tears bubble in his eyes, but he wipes them away as soon as they fall. He glances at the calendar in his room.

May 20th.

It's the beginning of spring in the Realm of the Fey, and the day of his students' performance. Ruellia sighs. He remembers his first performance. Everyone in the retreat loved it. It didn't take him long to become a child celebrity. He barely knew what he was getting into. He was only five. He only wanted to dance.

He sighs once again. He sighs way too much for someone in his late 20s. He fixes his hair and puts it into a bun, before exiting his house.

The second Ruellia exited his house, he was flashed by the multiple cameras of the paparazzi.
He stumbles over with a yelp.

"Agh! Fuck!" He shouts while covering his eyes. He hears the pitter-pattering of footsteps approaching him. Interviewers. With a groan, he pushes the paparazzi out of the way, ignoring the shouts of the interviewers and the paparazzi.

It took a lot of pushing, but Ruellia managed to make it inside his dance studio. He rushes inside and slams the door. He holds the door closed with his body weight while gasping for breath.

"Heave... Holy shit... They're everywhere..." He heaves out.

"I'll say. There are news reporters everywhere!" A small voice, which was one of his students, replied. Ruellia glances at the room to see his students, all dressed for their performance. These performances were always made out to be a big deal, mostly due to Ruellia's celebrity status. He sighs and claps his hands together.

"Alright. We have a big day today, girls. As long as we ignore the..." He glances at the door with glaring eyes and gritted teeth. "Noisy visitors..." He returns his gaze to the girls. "This performance should be perfect." He proclaimed with a smile on his face.

The girls give each other uneasy glances, but nod. It's not the first time they had to deal with a paparazzi after all. One of the girls, Angelica, the youngest student there, wasn't swayed though.

"Mr. Hale? Why does the paparazzi only want to see you?" She asks with a pout. "They barely care about us. They only care about you."

Ruellia's eyes widen at the question. He looks away. He needs to find a way to confess without upsetting Angelica.

"Well..." He fidgets with his fingers a bit. "They care about me more because I'm famous..." He says. Angelica wasn't amused with the answer at all.

"It's not fair, Mr. Hale! We're the ones dancing! Not you! They should be focused on us!" She screams, before rushing out of the studio.

"Wait! Angelica!" Ruellia is about to run out to chase her, but he's stopped by the sound of his watch beeping. It's 10:30. The kids need to start getting ready for their performance.

"Shit..." He curses under his breath. He suddenly hears a voice in his head.

"Wowzers. How convenient. For a sec I thought I'd have to do something... Yeah, I can make this work..."

Ruellia blinks. "H-Huh?" The voice speaks again. Ruellia could swear it was coming from the antique charm, a family heirloom of his, that was wrapped around his neck.