Just a Little Insane (Nagito x Reader) *Discontinued*

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•Nagito's POV• 

"(Y/N)..." I started. "I think it's time for me to explain to you why I think the way I do, and why I've done the things I've done..." She moved her hands and looked at me through her tear-filled eyes.

"W-Well then... Tell me..." She said. I took a shaky deep breath and breathed out slowly.

"This is gonna be a lot to take in all at once... Are you sure you're ready...?" She nodded as I took another deep breath. "Ok... Where to start..." I looked to the side, thinking of where to begin. "I guess... at the beginning... with my parents..."

~Flashback~

They were never really there for me, pretty neglectful. I was only a little closer to my mom and even she didn't talk to me very much, just helped me with my everyday needs. My dad, tho... I almost never saw him... He was always busy. I'd see him once a week at most, and sometimes never. They were also very wealthy.

We had a dog... I can't remember his name since it was so long ago, we'll call him Lucky,... but I do remember him being my only friend... Until he was hit by a truck one day...

"Lucky! Go fetch!" I yelled as I threw the tennis ball. I watched as the fuzzy, little green orb bounced off a tree and started flying towards the road. Lucky chased it as I followed him. I looked to my left and saw a truck coming. I may be young, but I knew that was bad.

"Lucky!! Wait!! Stop!! Here boy!!" I yelled at him, but he didn't stop and it was too late. A young child, all I could do was watch as he ran into the road to get the tennis ball... and got hit by the truck...

"LUCKY!!!!!!!" I screeched as I felt tears start to stream down my face as I saw the scene in front of me. "NOOOO!!!!! LUCKY!!!!!"......

It traumatized me... I was only a young child with my only friend being that dog and... He died right it front of me and... It was my fault....

My parents never bought a new dog nor did they feel my sympathy. My mom just handed me a toy and told me to go play... but I had no one anymore...

About a year or two later I started Elementary School  and we took a family vacation to San Cristóbal Island, an Island in the Galápagos. Yeah that's pretty far I know... But everything was fine until we went to leave... When my parents were killed right in front of me...

"Mom? Dad? Who's that?" I asked as I pointed to the hijacker of the plane.

"He's not supposed to be here..." My mom said. I looked at her in confusion as they pulled my mother and father away from me.

"MOM! DAD!" I yelled, scared and confused.

"Help us!" My dad yelled at me as they both struggled. I didn't help. I couldn't help! I just... stared at them... Stunned in fear...

. . .

Before I knew it, the plane was hit with a small meteor and started quickly falling, but right before it hit the ground, the wind pulled me out and I landed in a pile of grass next to the crash. All I saw were my parents: burning alive. My eyes opened in shock as I saw the terrifying scene in front of me.

And just like that... My parents were gone. I remember crying for a short time... I don't know why tho cause they never even did anything for me. My own mother never even complimented my appearance...

I was utterly and completely... alone. I had no other family to live with... But the good luck in that situation I guess was I lived and I gained all my parent's money... But I was completely alone with no one. I would've taken friends and a loving family over money...