𝑩𝑨𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 /𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑊𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑂𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠/

☂︎❆ ᑲᥱᥲᥙ𝗍і𝖿ᥙᥣ - ᥎іᥣ sһ᥆ᥱᥒһᥱі𝗍 ۝

Part 2 of an alternative scenario will be ☁︎ or ♿︎
Honestly you can decide

So so so

𝑃𝑙𝑜𝑡 ~ A young boy, rather than being liked for his beauty and popularity in movies, is instead despised for his theatre persona. Even by the one who is loved for his popularity. Only one person truly sees him as cherishable, and he'll take care of him.

⚠𝐓𝐖⚠
• 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠
• 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚
• 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐔 (𝐕𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭)
• 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞)

This might be short. The Afternoon Christmas specials! Hoe hoe hoe

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A boy stood on the stage, pointing his finger at another as he accused him of being evil. The boy stepped back in fear, shaking his head frantically as he promised that it wasn't true, tears welling up in his eyes. The others around them believed the boy, pointing fingers at the former instead. He stepped back in fear, trying to convince the crowd that they were making a mistake but they simply chased him off, comforting the boy and enjoying the day with him as the curtains closed.

An applause sounded in the auditorium, the lights turning on and the curtains reopening as all actors returned to the stage. Vil smiled, reaching out to hold Neige's hand so they could bow to the crowd. Neige flinched before slowly reaching his hand out, both taking a bow before going backstage once again.

"That was pretty good.. A shame I was casted as the villain but the play was great!" Vil smiled brightly, his expression dying down as he turned to Neige. "What did you think?" He picked up the drink left for him, taking a sip as he waited for the ravenette's answer.

"O-oh me? It was fine...you were pretty scary though" Vil paused, holding his drink on his lap. "I-i mean..you were yelling pretty harshly and not to mention I thought you genuinely hated me for being loved by everyone while you were seen as a villain. But that was great! It really fits you!" Neige smiled, he seemed to mean all of that innocently but it hurt Vil to hear that. The fair skinned boy pulled his hands away before taking a sip of his own drink and smiling happily.

The director came in and starting praising Neige for his performance, turning to Vil and only saying a 'Good job' and leaving once again. Vil stood up and grabbed his bag, Neige watching him with a confused expression. "Oh sorry, I have to head home. I'm a little tired" Vil waved, walking towards the door.

"It's fine, the director only wanted me for the afterparty anyways! Rest well!" Vil stopped in front of the open door, clenching the handle tightly before turning to Neige with a smile, saying one more good bye before heading out. Neige sat there, staring at the door before dropping his smile, rolling his eyes.

Vil was walking home since his dad was at work and couldn't come pick him up. His gaze was locked on his phone before he glanced up and stopped, a few kids in his way. "Would you look at that, if it isn't Neige's bully!" Vil raised a brow at their insults, turning around to see if they meant someone behind him. As he turned back, one of them grabbed his bag and threw it to the ground.

"Hey-! Ah-" another one shoved him down as they all laughed. He sat there on the ground, feeling like be was about to cry before he brushed it off and stood up. He didn't say anything and simply grabbed his bag before continuing to walk home, hearing the shouts from the children behind him. He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the words of everyone as he passed by.