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He kills for fun. She weaponises honesty. Together, they make chaos feel romantic (and ruin people recreationally).
|-I genuinely can't decide if I want to fuck you... or kill you.
-Why not both?|
|-Losing, hm? It's not like I haven't been waiting to try...|
|If I start bleeding vulnerability... you'll be mopping it up with that precious pride of yours.|
The Black Whale.
Two chronically bored souls collide.
Let the shitshow begin.
One ship. Three disasters. Zero emotional stability.
(HISOKA SMOKING POT IN CHAPTER 16)
"I never meant to be the main character. I was just trying to vibe, vape, and maybe emotionally destabilise a clown or two. But somehow... I became the glue. The prophecy. The mango-scented soul of their existential spiral. If that's not literature, I don't know what is."
- Laval the Vaper, former cultist, current icon, future academic citation.
⚠️DISCLAIMER: This story is laced with existential dread and might induce a philosophical crisis. Read at your own discretion.
(I don't own the rights to the location, Nen or Hisoka. Credit goes to Yoshihiro Togashi.)