(Prequel and eventual sequel to Toying With My Sanity, so go read that first if you already haven't) He was the outcast of his class. Frankly, he didn't mind all that much. He didn't deserve to call them his friends, so he'd just root for them on the sidelines where he belonged. There was one person he couldn't help but feel an almost magnetic attraction to though. One person who he wanted to see smile and get close to above the rest. One person who'd end up feeling nothing but despair for years to come because of him. That person is you.

You were lucky. At least that's what everyone else said. Lucky you didn't die at your psycho father's hand. Lucky the rain of terror ended after his arrest. Lucky you escaped to Riverdale. Lucky you met him.

Murdoc was out on a run to get some instruments to start a new band during a small break up of Gorillaz. His second stop was a small music shack to get some new guitars. With the cops on his ass already, all he wanted to do was be in and out and recruit some people. But you ruined his entire plan.

Edit from me, years after: Sometimes I go back to this book and see just how wack my writing was years younger. I would delete this right away, but coming back to laugh at how I sucked at writing in general is kinda fun. If anyone stumbles upon this, don't take it seriously. It's written with the mind of a child who did NOT know anything about plot planning and writing properly. FAIR WARNING: 𓅥 turn back now. spare yourself from the unironic cringefest. "Our life cannot be predicted. No matter how much planning you do, You can't predict what happens next." Keeping up with an emotionless facade is a difficult job even for liars. Nate River is a sharp and witty prodigy, a quick successor to L. On first look, he might seem like a man with no guilt and conscience, a sociopath, but chances are, you are blinded by a mask he wore. Blinded by the sharp lies of his true persona. Dull. The world around him was dull. It was not full of colors, it wasn't 'breathtakingly beautiful. He views the world as empty, an empty white surface. He views humanity as the dirt smeared on the surface. He views humanity as filth. Vibrant. She was vibrant, despite her hardships, despite death and despite the lie of life. She can keep smiling. She can keep hoping and she can keep rising. She paints the blank walls with color and converts filth into art. How in the world, can a normal person, crack the mask of a generated prodigy. How can she even touch it in the first place? One doubt. I don't think the girl herself is normal.

Why would someone so rich, run away from their perfect home? To get away... To get away from all the stupid people and comments they made. She ran away to get away from all that and came here, bumping into me and surprising me. Who is she and why is she so important to me? -Ciel Phantomhive I do not own Black Butler

DISCLAIMER:I DO NOT OWN GRAVITY FALLS Y/N,daughter of Bill Cipher. She helps her father get revenge on the Pines twins. But what happens when she falls in love with someone unexpected. Will you fall for him or push him away.{COMPLETED*