m/n manages through furin high school as 'the puppeteer', performing without an audience and always one step ahead.
inspired by arcane (wb x reader) and ennui (kn8 chatfic) (support them too!)
tw drug abuse, child abuse, coarse language, trauma, 50%...
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me you fucking fatass twink
unknown woah there feisty in the morning, my dear?
cut the bullshit fucking cunt
can you at least elaborate before throwing profanities at me?
you fucking laced my chocolate chip cookies
okay?
chocolate. fucking. chip.
are you more concerned that it was chocolate chip or that i intentionally drugged you and possibly am slowly breaking each pillar of furin?
what can you stop acting like this
like what
like this you bitch
is this a kink?
stop butting in my life why are you even so attached to me? you're pathetic.
you're really gonna talk to me like that? after all i've done for you?
the only thing you've 'done' for me is give me trouble wherever i go. i just want to be your average joe but now im in furin, playing a big role, and bearing responsibility for our makochi.
so that's how you really feel, hm?
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make sure to watch your back, takiishi.
i think you'll be doing it for me after all, you'll be pounding me fro
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the rain poured endlessly, the boy's body ached all over, but he wouldn't stop running. no, not when his mother is on the brink of death at home.
as the boy ran, the fog grew larger, and the boy slowly lost sight of the road. he stood in fear, looking frantically, anxious feet stepping into the puddles and just praying, hoping for a way.
but somewhere in the back of his mind, the boy had hoped he'd see umemiya again. it's strange, why did he remember his name so well?
the boy was helpless, unable to do anything just like always. and now, he has to stand by his mother's side and watch her die.
the light in her eyes began to fade, and her skin became cold and pale. as his mother's soul rose, she yanks his along, leaving a soulless body of the boy behind.
"don't leave me behind ...mama."
there was no use. no matter the times the boy shook his mother's shoulders, or the amount of times he called her name, voice becoming hoarse, nothing worked.
they were an unfortunate little family. the dollhouse had already been cracked when bought, the small porcelain figure of the mother and son was near perfect.
but the father's was out of place, he shouldn't nor deserved to reside in the same dollhouse as the two. yet the porcelain doll persisted, no matter how many times it was thrown against the floor.
father grew raged and furious, he had attained cracked on his beautiful porcelain figure, it was unacceptable.
so in revenge, the mother figure was smashed, its pieces flying all over the place. the son could only watch, void of any emotions, as his mother's became porcelain dust that merged with the passing wind.
how unfortunate. oh, how unfortunate for the little dollhouse family. it would be such a shame if this were happenings in real life.
