Desolate// Mp100 X Fem! Reader

yourself?

The now very familiar metalic ceiling gave you a dreading feeling at the pit of your stomach, as if gnawing at it with the most blunt ends. It was a mix of denial and acceptance, the way that you can't believe you've familiarised yourself with the structure with the building, and the way that you've accepted that you were apart of preperator in the crime scene. It wasn't like you to do such things, but when one is cornered into a corner— you're willing to do things that are not in character, even if it means destroying a part of yourself just to save your skin.

Your back laid on the mint green bench, hand on your stomach as you lamented over the things you had done, the things you had to go through just to survive. There was a certain guilt that lingered on the back of your head, the guilt that has been covered by the thick walls for the fourth wall. The rational part of you, that part of you that knows the world bends to Mob's favour. It didn't matter if it gave pain, or joy— it always brings him good. One way or another.

To kill a character off is out of the list as the only thing it can bring is destruction to everything. Mob's unstability is what kept the characters safe, that is what made Mob Psycho 100 what it is. Mob is fragile as a character, hence making everyone around him safe. Or, still alive, at least.

So you know you have nothing to worry about. Your actions are justified, you know that. The characters will be safe no matter what—but will you? You aren't a character in this...place. Your physical form, the first time you had brought a glimpse of your origin shook the world to it's core, the only proof you had of your old self gone in an instant.

You vividly remember how your phone had static, and the way it cracked into small pieces in a quick fashion, colours imbedded in the cracks. The way the Mcdonald's sign turned into Mobdonalds..you let out a snicker. It's quite humourous how you had found out such a crucial information in the silliest ways.

The laughter seemed to catch an older woman's attention, her body building training halting momentarily as she turned to you, "What are you laughing about by yourself?" She questioned in a soft voice. It was the kind of voice that she had specifically saved for Mukai in the original show. The tender, soft voice that let a child to freely open their heart to them— like Mukai.

"Nothing. Just remembering...a little something?" You let out a chuckle this time, sitting up on the bench, a huge contrast of your sprawled form on the straight bench earlier. Your words seemed to catch an attention of a younger child, the girl with several braided hair.

"What do you mean?" The girl stood on one of the gym equipments, in which you had forgotten the name of. Her voice was bright and chimed like a bell, her hands, and expression as bright as the sun. The innocence that was mixed with a confusing twisted side..it was something you could tell just by looking at her eyes.

"Don't worry about it, it's just something funny I remembered." You shrugged before your hands landed on the bench, supporting you from behind as you leaned back slightly. The girl pouted, a sign that she wasn't satisfied by your answer before her intentions were interrupted with her own announcement, "Ah, I found him! My dolls found an intruder!"

Your eyes widened at her sudden exclamations, before you let out a barely audible chuckle, the girl asked Tsuchiya, the slightly aged woman (though in your opinion, still looked youthful) if she could do anything she wanted to him, in which she had agreed with no reluctance.

You could only watch as she left the room in joy, bracing for the tears that would soon shed from her eyes. Tsuchiya could only look at the adolescence leaving with a look that could only be seen as endearment.

"Looks like her opponent would have a hard time." She said with a sigh, before continuing her push ups.

You raised your eyebrows as your gaze turned to Tuchiya, or Tsucchi as Mukai likes to call her. Your mouth still shut, you simple acknowledged her words by giving her a small hum.