Crona X Reader Oneshots

Cuts and Scrapes Part 1

Trigger warning: Self-harm- cutting

You sat down at your desk, ready for the names. It was like this all the time, and no one cared. You were bullied quite a lot, and no one spoke up for you.

"Excuse me class! We have a new student here, tell us your name boy." Ms. Ackermen announced. You looked up and saw a pink haired boy. He was lanky, and he wore a black with white trim dress. Good, a new target.. You thought to yourself.

"I-I'm Crona.." He shuffled his feet.

The bullies laughed, and you saw something start to bubble at his back. A large black figure appeared out of his back, black droplets floating around. "Oi! Only I'm aloud to bully him!" They all gasped and the thing disappeared. Crona looked down, embarrassed. We had seen people that were weapons, but not weapons that were also Miesters! This is just... So odd... But at least he has someone standing up for him.. Unlike you...

Time skip

You quickly run outside, glad that it was the end of school. But home isn't much better...

You avoid every person, going the long way home. Your mother wasn't home, like usual. Your father is non existent, you never met him. Hmm.. Mother must be out whoring again...

You go to your room, bored and sad. After a few minutes, you grab a book from your pain, black book bag. You open it up to the bookmarked page, and continue where you last left off. After about 5 to 6 chapters, you find a note, sloppily logged into the pages. You carefully grab the note, careful not to crinkle, tear, crease, or rip the precious pages. You open up the note.

" Dear (Y-N),
We have yet to be acquainted, so don't worry with whom you are speaking to. I just came to this school, and I stumbled upon your beauty. I must say, you're quite the gal! I've observed how the others treat you, and I must be quite frank about it- they are idiots. Don't be down on what those infidels say. They aren't worth your time. Well, I must finish writing, for the class is almost to an end. I doubt you'll read this, but its worth the time and effort to contact such a being as yourself!
Farewell!
~Anom"

You gaped at the note, but quickly woke from your woozy state of mind. You gave the paper one last look, and crumpled it up. The sound of tearing paper filled your ears, oh how magnificent it was. To get rid of that fake note, amazing. You lay down on your small, creaky bed and close your eyes.

Nightmares come out to play, with demons, fear, anger, sadness, name calling, blood, and even worst... love...