Identity V x Reader REQUESTS CLOSED

Sorry! So take a draft

Ok sorry for not updating this! I've been focusing on school! But because of it I have a scrapped draft of a angst Joseph x Reader angst I thought was kinda cringe when I wrote it <//3
I chose a random request and I'm working on it rn, Jealous! Edgar x Reader!

Contains: selfharm, bulling, blood, questioning of life, and that's it for this scrap
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Hunters were meant to be feared in matches, your heart beat breaking through your chest, the sounds of crows that would hit your ears, and the hums or laughs of the hunter. In a few cases you were greeted with a dance of a friend hunter, usually Michiko or Ann. You were never greeted with something good with a certain hunter. He would constantly bleed you and laugh when he hit you so hard you couldn't breathe well. You resented ever going into matches with him. Joker, the clown with a radical sense of humor, by radical I mean abusing a small little survivor. You were the unlucky one. At this point you thought of not going into matches at all. He'd take the place of other hunters that had matches with you just to see your face in pain.

Today was like any other day with matches. You sat in the waiting room and held your breath hoping to catch a glimpse of Jack, Mary, or any other hunter. You saw Kevin, Fiona, and Aesop walk into the room. You felt like giving up in that moment, if you did get smiley he'd use the coffin as a reason.

Once the match started your shaky hands started to decode a cipher,listening for any sounds of the obvious rocket. Once one of your teammates said "the hunter has changed targets!" It was too late to react. Your heart started to beat intensity, and grow fast. You ran to a pallet and threw it down and watched as the hunter broke it with his rocket. You tried to get to another area that had pallets. Once you got there brought down another although you were hit through the pallet. You let out hiss of pain and looked at the male. You were tired of this, tired of this place, of all the pain this place brings. You bit your lip and ran the pain that the drill brought to your leg caused you to have a really bad limp.

You closed your eyes and threw down all the pallets in the area making sure he was on the other side of the pallet. You glared at him as he broke the pallet and smirked. You ran to a window but ended up slamming hard into a wall. Your cheek burned as he hit the wall of one of the buildings in eversleeping. A pop was heard as you were downed. You coughed and tried to catch your breath. "G-god please just stop... stop.. just stop it please..? I'm so done.." You mumble in hopes he would stop but you know he wasn't that kind of hunter.

"Huh? Stop what? Having fun! Who do you think you are!" He laughed and put his foot right in the middle of your back. His foot pressed you against the floor and stopped you from breathing so well. Every breath you did take went down your throat with a burn. You tried to get his foot off before yelling in pain. The burning in your rib made you cough and hit the ground. "Stop! Please! Please it hurts!" You cried as the pain moved to your side and back. The pops from your back didn't let you hear the crack of your rib. He looked down and laughed at your expression. You cried and laid on the ground squirming a little.

He took his foot off flipping your around so you were on your back, you tried to cover your face not wanting tears to stream. They were but you can try and stop them, stop them from burning your cheeks. You looked at your hands before a kick to your stomach brought you back into the body of pain. "Maybe if you want me to stop just go cut your wrist off!" He laughed and pushed his foot down on your stomach. You held your head and coughed. Three ciphers popped and he looked at you. In this moment self healing to get up was useless, you wouldn't be able to run far.

"Hey don't give up, stand up! It's not funny if you give up!" He said with a kick to your side. You just looked at him and smiled. You let out a small laugh and moved to your side that wasn't being abused, the next time it coughed blood spilled. Did you bite your lip too hard? Maybe, it could just be internal bleeding that would kill you off if he left you there. He looks at you before kicking your back again. "Come one cry! Do something! You aren't being funny, this isn't cool cry!" He glared down at you as you ignored everything. At the end of the match you may pay a visit to the roof.