Misclick! Now I'm an Villainess.. (WORKING ON)

Fates Cruel Clickbait..

Welcome to my life—or rather, afterlife—as Mallory Azula. Yeah, my name literally means "unlucky,"

and believe me, it's fitting. I'm not just cursed with bad luck; I might actually be the world champion of it.

Think of every embarrassing, painful, and ridiculous thing that could happen to a person—multiply it by ten—and that's my life.

When I say my life was unlucky, I mean it. I'd trip up the stairs, spill drinks at the worst moments, run out of money for food,

and even lock myself in bathrooms before big exams.

But the pièce de résistance? On my 18th birthday—happy birthday to me—I got hit by truck-kun.

Yep, the classic isekai starter pack: birthday, check; pedestrian accident, check; ironic sense of doom, double check.

And you'd think that would be the end, right? Like, lights out, cue harp music,

I'm off to the afterlife!—But nope. Instead, I find myself floating in some kind of cosmic waiting room. A really dark one.. atteast give me a little light so I can see..

It's vast and dark, stretching out endlessly, and feels like the world's most depressing doctor's office. I can't feel my body, but there's a chill here, and it's oddly silent, like even the air is holding its breath.

Then—pop!

A blue light flickers in front of me, and a giant glowing screen appears out of nowhere, pulsing with neon energy.

It's straight out of an isekai, where the main character gets reincarnated into some ultimate warrior... except, well, we know how my luck goes.

Ding!—beep!_________
"Choose your reincarnation"
A) Main character
B) Villainess
C) Side character
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I grin, unable to contain my excitement.

"This is it! Finally, something's going my way!"

This is a second chance—a chance to escape the curse of Mallory Azula,

the world's unluckiest girl. I'll be someone new. No more accidents, no more truck-kun, no more slipping in public bathrooms!

Obviously, the answer is Main Character.

I can already picture it: a life of fame, riches, maybe even a cute pet dragon.

I'll have those scenes where I save kingdoms, take over grand empires, and probably have several incredibly handsome, mysterious suitors vying for my attention.

I'm already imagining my epic rags-to-riches montage, complete with sparkling gowns and cheering crowds.

This is my moment. This is—

My finger slips.

I watch in horror as my traitorous hand taps Villainess instead.

I freeze, staring at the screen as if it might magically undo itself,

but the screen gives me one last blip of light, almost mocking me.

No way. NO WAY. My stomach plummets, and I frantically tap the screen, hoping to go back, but it's too late. I can feel the world begin to shift around me, and memories—not mine, horrifying and vivid—start flooding my mind.

The life of the Villainess is... a lot. I see her, a girl my age but colder, haughtier, with a bitter scowl and dangerous, unyielding eyes, reflecting her depressing internal battle. She is the nightmare of every fairy tale: rich, spoiled, cruel to her servants, obsessed with the crown prince, and obsessed with making the heroine's life miserable. And wow, this girl has serious daddy issues.

I watch her whole life play out like some twisted home movie in my mind.

Raised in luxury but starved of love, she became more twisted with every year.

Her father? Practically a ghost in her life, only present to scold or berate her.

Her mother? She's like a rumor.

Her obsession with the prince is her way of filling the void, a desperate attempt to claim someone who'll care about her, even if it means hurting others to get there.

And yet—I feel an unexpected ache in my chest as I watch.

The villainess wasn't born cruel—she was just... unloved. Neglected. Twisted by loneliness and bitterness. A tiny, reluctant part of me can't help but sympathize. I can feel her loneliness, her desperation, the pathetic drive to lash out just to feel seen.

But that doesn't change the fact that she's doomed, and now... so am I.

The world spins faster, and I feel like I'm being stretched thin,

pulled through space and time. I actually think I might puke—or, I would, if I had a stomach.

After what feels like an eternity, the world finally slows, and I open my eyes to find myself staring at a gilded ceiling.

I've arrived...

I sit up, blinking in shock. The room is enormous, draped in velvet and adorned with gold accents.

Chandeliers glitter overhead, casting a warm glow over everything, from the oversized bed with satin sheets to the finely carved vanity against the wall.

It's like someone turned an entire palace into one girl's bedroom. Even the air feels heavy, perfumed with some exotic flower.

I look down and catch a glimpse of my hands, delicate and smooth,

with perfect, manicured nails. Definitely not my hands.

My gaze shifts to the mirror on the far wall, and I almost yelp.

Staring back at me is a girl with wavy red hair cascading past her shoulders, skin like porcelain, and a pair of green eyes that practically glint with danger. I reach up to touch my face, half-expecting it to disappear.

This... this isn't me.

Before I can process the shock, there's a loud knock at the door.

Knock, knock!

My heart races. This is it. The Villainess's life. And if I know anything about these kinds of stories, this is probably the beginning of a long list of disasters. The type where, if I mess up, I'll end up dead—again. Probably at the hands of the prince she's obsessed with.

I gulp, trying to shake off the lingering dizziness. My mind races, scrambling for ideas, anything that will keep me alive in this absurd situation. But all I can do is stare at the door, dreading whatever fate is about to walk through it.

Because one thing is for sure: my bad luck has followed me here, too.

My life as the villainess begins, and it may be the death of me, all over again..

Authors note-
Thanks for reading all of my lovely fellows <3 I'm so sorry this is so short, I was planning to make it longer! But it's currently 2:56 in the morning and I have to go sleep, bye!! <33