Sweet But Psycho | Liskook

Chapter 8

~Flashback~

Momo's POV
Yup, that's right. You're back to me. It's been a long time since this POV appeared on your screen ain't it? Oh wait, I got a call.

"I have what you want."

"I knew it was you. Now give it."

"Hmm, I don't know. After
all you have done to
my gang mates."

"For the f**cking last time you amnesiac psycho, I was told to do so."
By who?

"How about this, let's do a trade game. I'll trade this precious piece of paper of yours, only if you trade with me your gang mates, and that shiny Pranser Crunst you own."
The person on the other line suggested, the word 'and' was in emphasis.

"Deal."
I hesitated for awhile,
but gave in eventually.
Although losing my
gang mates isn't
an easy thing but
something really bad
would happen if I
don't get the paper I longed for.

What paper you ask? Well, nobody knows. Not even the author herself.

"Come back to Mansion Omelas."

~End Of Flashback~

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Irene's POV
"Pranpriya Manoban?"

Remember one time you felt untrusted? Recall that hot flush of recognition when someone you knew very well would hide secrets from you.

"Guys look," she stood up. "It's hard to say but, yes, this is the Pranpriya Manoban standing before you. I know you're gonna hate me and avoid me, I've already prepared for that shit. But I just want you guys to know, I'm now and forever Lalisa Manoban, now and forever." Now this psycho knows how to make people's heart melt, how deadly.

"Aww... Come on you guys!" Seulgi then pulled us into a group hug. And there's me asking myself, what do I ever want more than this.

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Lisa's POV
It's great, great to know that my friends accept me for who I am. Walking into the cafeteria with me like they don't know I'm a mafia, still treating me like how they would treat Lalisa.

Right then, I saw a big crowd in the middle of the cafeteria. Just like any other normal human being, I squeezed in with all my might. Thanks to my barbie-like body, I managed to watch the scene standing at the first row.

The bully was dragging up the bruised guy on his collar, shouting some words that I couldn't understand.

German, probably.

Everyone surrounding the two were doing nothing but opening their mouths gasping hard. Did their moms only taught them to gasp, taking photos and videos for something to post on their social media for useless likes, while a guy is being beaten up hard?

I didn't like being bullied or seeing anyone get bullied by anyone. I had to do something.

I went in the circle made by the other students. My hands got pry and they pushed the bully harshly on his chest. He then looked up at me since he was on the dirty cafeteria floor, questioning me who was I to do this to him. Hmm, something you wouldn't believe.

"Just shut the fuck up and stay away from him." I blurted out something different.

I carried the bruised boy by both his arms and stupidly asked, "Are you okay?" Of course he's not.

"You are aware of who I am right?"

I feel bad. Exams were over, yes. But then I forgot about what this whole story was about. So I reread the whole thing and searched for more inspiration. For now, this is all I can publish.