Cross Stitching, Fixing My World

• This is an x Gender Neutral Reader.
• This book contains violent language and gore. (you have been warned.)
• Slow Uds.

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How would you feel if you were told that your universe didn't matter, for it is only a copy of the original? Everything you said, everything you made, and everything you did never mattered. Your world could burn and it wouldn't matter because your world isn't even the first one.

Would you feel afraid? All your wishes, inspirations, and hope given to you were a hoax. So you'd just break again.

Would you feel delighted? Perhaps, in a sadistic scenario, you'd feel relieved that you would be able to do anything you want seeing that nothing would change anyway, so you decided to have some fun.

Would you feel mad? All your achievements, the hard work you did that was thrown away instantly, were all for nothing? Wouldn't you feel rage?

Would you feel remorse? Everything was fake. Nothing is real. Your friends, your family, your established relationships and the actions you made just to fit in weren't worth it, because your universe itself couldn't fit in with the other universes as well, so it just copied one instead.

The worst-case scenario that could happen is chaotic.

And that's exactly what happened in Y/N's universe.

Will everyone inevitably give in to the bittersweet release of suicide? Will death be the only way out given the complicated circumstances?

Was the government really behind all of this? Why are there factions forming, and why should "The Order" be at the top?

Will anyone even make it out alive? Chaos is happening everywhere, and truly no one is safe. Everyone wanted to live a normal life and to become successful, but that became nothing but a distant dream to them.

Unless... A certain skeleton could help.