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Vylad x Reader // Pity Party

YAS, MELANIE MARTINEZ - Lena

Did my invitations disappear?
Why'd I put my heart on every cursive letter?
Tell me why the hell no one is here
Tell me what to do to make it all feel better

(Y/N) was sitting on the blue, soft couch of her decorated living room, wondering where the hell everyone was. She could remember when she had been making the handmade invitations for her 10th birthday, thinking about it made her think: 'Did my invitations dissapear?' or 'Did nobody want to come?'

She thought of things that would make it all feel better, maybe she could play with the new dolls her parents gave her. Maybe she could read some fairytale books, maybe she could watch some (favorite kind of movie) all day instead.

Yet no matter what she came up with, nothing seemed to appeal to her. As she looked at the candles on the cake, she asked herself, 'I don't mind them not coming, but, where's Vylad?'

Maybe it's a cruel joke on me
Whatever, whatever
Just means there's way more cake for me
Forever, forever

'Maybe it was a cruel joke on me,' she thought. She didn't care. She looked at the (F/C)-themed cake with the 10 candles on it. She grabbed a spoon and started eating the cake. 'If no one is gonna wish me Happy Birthday today, then I'll do it myself. Happy birthday, (Y/N).' She mentally told herself.

But not even Vylad, her very best friend, even bothered to wish her a happy birthday. So why should she?

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to (cry, cry, cry)
I'll cry until the candles burn down this place
I'll cry until my pity party's in flames

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to (cry, cry, cry)
I'll cry until the candles burn down this place
I'll cry until my pity party's in flames

As she ate the cake, her eyes started to well up. Slowly, tears slid down her cheek and slowly made waterfalls of salty tears. Some of which, landed on the cake, but (Y/N) didn't care, she just kept eating it, but then some of the candles fell down onto the floor, which set the purple carpet on fire. 'Aphmau would probably cry at that. Purple was her favorite color.' She was only acquaintances with Aphmau, but she knew that since almost everything the dark-haired girl owned was purple.

'But did Vylad only think of me as an acquaintance?' She thought, which made her drop her spoon, onto the same burning carpet, and she shivered at the thought. She cried even more, not because nobody showed up, but at the fact that Vylad may have not thought of her as a friend after all.

Maybe if I knew all of them well
I wouldn't have been trapped inside this hell that holds me
Maybe if I casted out a spell
Or told them decorations were in pastel ribbons

'Maybe they didn't show up because I didn't know them all too well,' (Y/N) thought. She didn't really have any friends, and she didn't have any relatives her age. Maybe that was the reason that nobody showed up. Maybe they had something more important to do rather than be in this hellhole that held (Y/N).

'Maybe if I casted a spell, would they come?' (Y/N) once again asked herself. 'What if I told them the decorations were in pastel ribbons? Maybe Vylad would've liked that better than (F/C) ribbons. Maybe then would he have showed up.

Maybe it's a cruel joke on me
Whatever, whatever
Just means there's way more cake for me
Forever, forever

Thinking about it made her cry even more. She thought, 'I shouldn't be crying, it's my party, you're not supposed to cry. You're supposed to be smiling.' Then, she ate more of the cake as more of the candles fell. She didn't mind the fact that even the blue, soft couch she was sitting on was starting to catch fire as well.