What If It Happened To You On a Different Day? ☆ Ricky Potts x reader

But What's This Story's Lesson?

"NoOOoo..."
She answers pointing a finger at him.
"Every story has a lesson! Every story—"
She's interrupted by the sound of a piano in the background.
No fucking way she gonna sing again.
"Every story's got a lesson"

She starts, winning a groan from us all.
"A simple moral to be told"
"Although the tale may twist and turn"

"There's always something you can learn"
I see myself and Constance singing with her for a moment.

"A nugget of wisdom, solid gold"

"Solid gold..."
Everyone repeats, and then it's over. Finally.

She walks up to Mischa almost eagerly to ask,
"Hey Mischa, what's your favourite story?"
It's almost if she wants to know more about him. But I'm better than falling for her sweet facade.

"Easy. Saw V."
He answers with conviction, grabbing my interest.

"Well, every story's got a lesson except for Saw V."
Says the annoying ginger. I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes at her, but before I could, Mischa basically interrupted her.

"Saw V has powerful lesson about fundamental corruption of financially driven medical insurance providers. Saw V says it is morally sick to take dollar from dying men."

...
Everyone looks at them, slightly shocked. Ocean's words get caught up on her throat for a moment before she could sputter out,
"Really, that's the lesson of Saw V...?"

"For reals."
Was the only answer we needed from Mischa, except he insisted to explain further.

"And you get to see dude forced to cut off his own arm with rusty axe! Has everything."
He points at the gingers face and walks away.

"Besides the axe part, good..."
I mumble, but no one seemed to hear. As usual.
Meanwhile, Ocean walked up to Constance and started asking for more stories. But I just couldn't pay attention.
My mind wandered as I thought, what is my favourite story?
I've never come to think of it when I was alive because it never seemed important. Yet it seems way too important here. It's like this can decide if I'm going to live or not. If I was good enough to deserve a vote. It just... Makes me think.

Until my trail of thought was interrupted by Ocean, of course.
"PORNO IS!...—"

...what the fuck did I miss.

Ocean turns to look at Constance with the most genuine terrified and traumatised face I've ever seen. She just looks so on edge since we got here. But who isn't, honestly...

"A) that is a genre. B) it doesn't tell a story. C)... Gross."

"Oh, it's not gross."
Another voice joins the discussion. Wait, what the fuck???
I look to the one and only Richard Potts. Of course he would think something like that, I'm not even surprised.
"It tells the story of where we all came from. Its the ultimate origin story of the entire human race!"

We all just look at him, not daring to interrupt.
"I think it's messed up we live in a world where we celebrate violence and demonise the very act of love. Porno is magical."

Silence. For once in this room, pure silence for a second.

"I mean, if we look at it like that—"
I try to defend his point of view, but of course I can't.

"Now you got sweet little Ricky Potts saying that porno is magical!"
Ocean scolds Constance with that irritating condescending tone of hers that makes my stomach churn every time I hear it.

"Are you mad...?"

"I'm never mad at you!.. I'm just frequently disappointed..."
She answered condescendingly again, making me frown.

"Maybe she's still distracted by the boys' kiss."
I suggest, not even trying to get their attention. I know they don't hear me at all. Until they did, of course.

"What?"
Mischa said defensively when all the eyes were turned to him again.
"Yo, just cause I'm all gangster doesn't automatically means I'm homophobe! It's not good to be homophobe in rap game ever since Macklemore dropped Same Love!"

He stood up from where he sat since the 'Saw V' thing, approaching Ocean defensively.

"That shit was emotionally devastating, yo."
And I nod, agreeing. The eyes fall to me, making a shy blush creep on my cheeks.

"What? He's not wrong!...—"
A clap from Mischa's hand is heard. Oh, here we go.

"It's time to get this party started, make money, time to make the rage!"
His accent sounds more prominent as he spoke.

"Mischa Bachinski, born August 18th, Leo, sign of aggression."
Karnak's deep and, honestly, kinda creepy voice echoes around the room as I felt myself having to walk away from them two. Constance simply disappeared for a moment.

"Favourite ride: the Beer Garden. Mischa was conceived in a little town outside
Odessa in the Ukraine by a factory worker named Tamara."
Oh, there's Constance!

"His mother, after
being part of the clean up crew in Chernobyl, was dying of prolonged exposure to Uranium."
Constance reaches for Mischa's hand and kisses him I'm both his cheeks, walking away.

"Wanting her son to be safe, she decided to put him up for adoption—forging his birth certificate, she claimed he was two years old, and was recently potty trained."
Mischa walked for a second, seeming lost. My eyebrows furrow at the sight. Wait, where's Ocean and Noel...?

"When Mischa came to Canada, his adoptive parents were surprised to see their toddler had five o’clock shadow, and a slight trace of alcohol on his breath."
Noel and Ocean appear, wearing only light accessories to play the role of Mischa's adoptive parents. Of course they're not doing this willingly.

"They put him in the basement and his adoptive mother would prepare food and leave it for him on the top of the stairs. On the rare occasion he would run into his new parents—the mother would weep, and the father would shoo him away like a horsefly. So began an inexhaustible rage. He turned to the last bastion of pure strength and masculinity in society: self-aggrandizing commercialized hiphop. This is how Mischa became, the angriest boy in town."

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Y'all I'm so inconsistent posting here, I am so sorry
My RTC hyperfixation literally vanished from my brain. It was replaced by Wicked since a bit before the movie came out, so maybe I'll be posting some Gelphie or Fiyeraba content here :)
If you're still reading this fanfic, congrats, you're a real one. See you in the next chapter (if I ever update this shit)