~A Manor of Desire~ Identity V x Reader One Shots/ Lemons/ headcanons

~Don't Let go~ Victor x Fem! reader

Even surrounded by other survivors, Y/n felt lonely.

Even in a place like this, there were still cliques.

The jocks here were people like Naib, William, Kevin, and Jose.

The 'Popular girls' were those like Martha, Vera, Patricia,  etc.

and the Awkward ones, among other things,  were people like her, Aesop, Andrew, and Victor.

Whereas the other groups stayed with each other, She and the other antisocials prefered to be apart from each other. Alone, and away from people, Unfortunately, that left Y/n 's thoughts to fill the void.

It wasn't that she was not interested in making friends, It was just that..... she couldn't.

Whenever she tried, y/n either backed out at the last second due to nerves, or the other person didn't notice.

Her thoughts mulled over the same things for so long, that they had worn deep tracks into her mind, where they circled..... and circled.

Things like:

They are here for other reasons than befriending you.

They don't want to bother with you sensitive moral sensibilities.

You're not good enough to associate with them.

They don't want you near them.

A cowards way is to run. So why don't you run from your problems.

You may say you're okay, But your Lying. Nobody likes liars.

They have better things to do.

They don't need you.

Honestly, when were you ever a necessary part of a team?

A three man team would function better than a four man team with you.

she had stopped coming out of her room unless she was hungry or a match happened. And even that became hard for y/n to do. 

It went like this for  a couple of weeks.

 Then the letter's began to show up.

Schick

The sound of a letter sliding under the door.

Wearily, Y/n rose from her curled position on her bed and trudged towards the door to investigate. 

A cheery, lime envelope, with a magenta wax seal shaped like a coiling snake,  was what she found, to her surprise.

Scrawled across the other side, in fancy script was her name

'Y/N'

which she found as she turned it over.

Cautiously she retreated to her bed and leaned against the headboard, legs criss crossed.

She sat for a minute, the letter placed before her, contemplating opening it.

Was this a notice from the manor owner?

Was she getting kicked out for being useless?

Or was it one of the survivors?

Telling her how unhelpful she was in matches?

With anxious hands, y/n reached for it, and shakily broke the seal to open the letter.