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Mad world - Lycanthropy x reader

{requested by: me! I wanted to do this :3}
lycanthropy here is a little bit tsundere and sassy I guess?
[(A) ले नराम्रो रात बिताइरहेको छ र (B) सोध्छ यदि तिनीहरू माथि आउन सक्दछन्। तिनीहरू सहमत हुन्छन्। त्यहाँ एक पटक (ए) कुरा गर्न घबरायो। केहि विश्वास गरेपछि, (बी) ले (A) अन्तमा स्वीकार गर्न ..] ((do me a favour and never google translate this back⬆️⬆️ (or most things I translate) it was here so I could remember the plot, but now I translated it so you won't know until the end >:3))

Prepare for: long chapter, possibly some feels...?
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Third person:

Lost. That's how he, Lycan, was feeling. So alone and distant. Everything around him was so... familiar. But how? Everything, everyone looked so worn out and.
Expressionless.
At that moment, Lycan felt sick to his stomach, he wanted to die, that would be a wonderful bliss for him. The sweet release of death embracing him. Unfortunately, he continued to watch around, people pointlessly running in circles, hoping to get somewhere. But go nowhere.
Only when his thoughts stopped clouding his mind did he realise that he was someplace new. But old, the familiar, sad kind of old. His school, his class, his desk. His special hell.
That's where he was. He wished he wasn't. A bell rang; form time has ended. Lycan looked up at the smudged, yet familiar faces of students and classmates. However, no friends in sight - not like he had friends, the small shape was always a lone wolf.
"He-hello t̴͖̞̯̼̻̾̑͋͗̏̊̔͘̚e̷̥̝̫̫̥̣͖̓̓ͅǎ̷̢͍͉͓͔͙̠̦͕̠̈͑͝c̷̡̛̛͚̥͙̿͆̎̐̋́͋͘̚h̷̥̼͔͇̘͖̬͓̱͔͑̐̅̒̽̊̆̒̕̚͝ẻ̷̻͎̝̥̙̙̳̮͖̾̾͊́̐̾̍͘̕̕͘ͅŗ̷͙̳̱̟͒͛̑́͛̈́̍̈̚̚͜, tell me, w-what's my lesson today?" He asked shyly, but he barely recognized his own voice. '
'I changed though, I don't talk like that anymore!' He screamed at himself. Even though the screaming seemed so loud, it seemed so quiet as well.
When the teacher turned around, he glared... but it didn't look like it was at him. No, that wouldn't be right... no else is there.
For a straight minute, the teacher stared right through him, as if he wasn't even there. The unbearable sick feeling returned and the confused cacti-head yearned to sign his own name in the death note book.
As thoughts cleared away, Lycan examined the area around him through teary eyes. After a few seconds, he finally comprehended the place he was in. The rooftop. The special rooftop where he meets up often with a special someone. Y/n.
His eyes rapidly darted around to find them.
As quickly as you can say "mad world", Lucan found the h/s head.
"Y/n! Marshmallow! I-it's me! Lycanthropy!" He desperately called out.
The said person jumped at the volume of the voice, then turned around. To Lycanthropy's surprise, he could see their face clearly, every little detail on the pretty face of theirs. Lucan felt warm tears rush down his cheeks again as he ran as fast as he could towards his friend, and secret crush. Within a few seconds, his arms were around his friend. They were hesitant. Their face was full of confusion.
"I'm sorry, but... who... are you?" She said, her voice laced with confusion and unfamiliarity.

He broke.
He awoke, just to break down again. He looked to the side to where his bed stand is.

00:03am

Lycanthropy's POV:

I really need to sort out my sleeping problem. The night terrors really get to me hard, and they never seem to get any better. They're usually different parts of my life: school, childhood, corruption, and other moments. But they all have one thing, the ending.