HISEKAI - Clowns vs Reality (Hisoka x OC)

Hisoka gets sucked into our world. Two liars co-author each other's downfall through chaos, mutual understanding, and a game of emotional chicken.

Enemies-to-lovers-to-co-conspirators-to-who-even-knows-who-they-are-at-this-point.

#1 Philosophical (July '25)
#1 Character Study (June '25)
#1 Intellectual (Sep '25)

‼️DISCLAIMER: This story includes mature themes, irredeemable chronic use of foul language, as well depictions of criminal activity for entertainment purposes only, none of which should be reproduced in real-world scenarios.

["- I twirl your hair, whisper poetry into your soul, threaten your peace of mind - and that gets a 'would not recommend'? And then... you orgasm over ground beef. ...In my presence.
- Mmmhmmm. Best MEAT I've had in a WHIIIILE. Soooooo good..."]

["I had a goldfish once. Loyal. Very dependable. Floated just right. Watched me with those glassy little eyes until it gave up."]

["- Should I clap?
- Mmm~ depends. Are you touched?
- Wanna touch me? Massage my shoulders or something. They're stiff as fuck from carrying the CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR BULLSHIT!"]

["You don't fall for a person. You fall for the way they fit your scars.
...It's terribly poetic. I might kill someone over it."]

GENRE: Immaculate degeneracy/theatrical sadboy horrorcore.
Dark comedy neo-noir satire wrapped in romantic nihilism, criminal drama, and metafictional mayhem - like if a philosophy major and a con artist co-wrote a heist while flirting through existential dread (ft. Pigeon).

⚠️ Contains unstable metaphors, masked intimacy, and disturbing amounts of velvet smirking.

NOTE ON FORMAT: Dialogue is tagged with 'SCRIBE:' or 'HISOKA:' to mark speaker changes. No new tag = same character is still talking. Think of it like a script.

[I don't own Hisoka. No one does. (But credit goes to Yoshihiro Togashi.) Don't own the rights to songs added via links either, the rest is original]