❧Our protagonist is the spoiled, rich (y/n (l/n), who, like most other teenagers, craves death, food, and everything in-between, but she also wants to show the world what a real villain is.
The ideal villain are usually pushovers, consumed by the...
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「𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭」
You were born, like some things in your world, cause you definitely didn't come from an egg, looking like how you looked. (Skin color) skin, and blue eyes that changed into a wonderful (Eye color) as you grew in age from your infancy. You would be considered lucky, being born into a small family with tons of money, and you'd be right.
You got anything you wanted, and were constantly spoiled, and were homeschooled for the first few years of your life. How lucky can you get? We'd ask mother, as she is your local drug supplier and the person you'd depend on to get you anything you wanted when she wasn't working her ass off at some company that had a name too long for you to care.
Then there was Mr.Father figure. Of course, your dad wasn't here, it was technically like most Pokémon™ games, where your father went out to get cigarettes from the local drug store and never came back. Mostly exactly like that, but instead, you got instantly loaded after he left, instead of traveling around with monsters in balls, stealing money from little kids and adults alike after beating their monsters up.
Your father figure wasn't married to your mother, but they were dating and were sometimes in-and-out, with your mother just waiting for him to pop the question, while you wondered if he popped something else in her. He was nice although and supplied to your ever-expanding list of needs.
He was easily removed from your hitlist after he filled your secret fridge with snacks, which you promptly ate that night, no regrets, although, that stomach ache the next morning wanted to prove you wrong.
Moving along, when you were enrolled in school, at the late age of nine, you immediately hated it, but who wouldn't? You were surrounded by people you disliked most of the day, and an adult who blabbed on and on about stuff you already went through. Truthfully, at the end of your first day, you wanted to throw her off the nearest building, murder or no murder, she was irritating.
The worst part about her was that she taught math, which meant that it was evermore boring, especially when she said numbers aloud in her slow, down bringing, hell-raising voice. She should get a script or something, or maybe she should get fired. Get a new math teacher, anyone better than her, but of course, the school system was a bitch, and she unluckily didn't get fired despite your 'luck', which was probably nonexistent.
Thankfully, the shitty school system brought at least one perk, other than letting you verbally abuse people in your head angrily and tiredly as you bashed your head against your desk for the millionth time, which was introducing you to your best friend, who was the shy, dense girl of the class who could be commonly found hiding in the bathroom, crying, because of something rather foolish, but she became your friend somehow.
You didn't question it, and you were sure none of your idiotic classmates questioned it, especially since you were quite intimidating, even though your mother has literally told you that you were (quote-unquote) "as intimidating as a chipmunk", which you did not take lightly, but you didn't cry about it, but instead, decided to put ants in her bed. She was itching like crazy the next morning, while you were attempting to not die of laughter.
You've fought people who deserved to be fought, you've fought people who messed with your idiotic best friend, and you've attempted to fight adults. Truth be told, you were a complete dumbass in society's eyes, but you see yourself as a true visionary, and the dumbass some people could actually be.
This did not lead to you finding your greatest idea although.
Why be someone people could look up to when you could be someone who could tarnish the already decaying reputation of humankind? A true villain who bends the will of her kind beneath her iron fist.
You just needed a simplistic plan, that seems to have tons of plotholes unlike storybook villains, , and profit. Nothing wrong with that right?
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Right?
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|A/N|
-silently dies on the inside-
someone tell me how I did, this is my first story (⋟﹏⋞)
and I'm sweating swimming pools and I've been stuck in the house for weeks-
anyway
╰( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆*:・ﾟhave a good night/day, and don't get sick; wash them hands
