Prologue [iii.] â three roads, one way
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An interactive Twisted Wonderland fanmade story on Tumblr where the readers take control of the plot and make it into a story everyone can enjoy.
Remember, your choices matter. They are powerful.
The readers get to influence the plot, interact with the background characters, their environment, and build meaningful relationships with each character, canon or not.
You can even change what was supposed to transpire, for better o for worse. But that all depends on you all.
Are you ready? Let's go.
CHOSEN RESPONSE. Do it.
â The UNFORGIVABLE Path has been unlocked.
One of the children brought one of the cupcakesâ candles from the leftover food and gave it to [Name]. They held it between two fingers and urged it to set aflame.
Nothing happened, âHuh, why didnât it work?â
âMaybe it has to be from far away,â said one of them, âLet Liz hold the candle!â The mentioned boy jerked, âWhat? Why?!â
âYouâre [Name]âs best friend and one of the oldest!â They said, but Liz shook his head, âNuh-uh! I donât want my fingers burned. No offense, [Nickname].â
âWeâll just let Auntie kiss it better. Here!â The candle gets swiped away from [Name] and placed in Lizâs hands. Liz looks at [Name] nervously.
Their eyes locked, and [Name]âs lips quirk up as they snapped their fingers, thinking:
âLiz, smile as wide as you can for me.â
[Name] snapped their fingers, but it wasnât the purple stripe-patterned cupcake candle that lit on fire. It was Lizâs face, the right side of her face burning to a crisp.
Liz screamed loudly as all the children looked at the scene, horrified. They were children, the youngest being three, watching someone die without knowing what to do.
All they know is that [Name] had caused it.
When the adults heard the screaming and crying of their kids upstairs, they arrived far too late. Allistair was already dead.
When questioned, the kids immediately pointed fingers at [Name]. [Name] couldnât defend themselves as they stood there, with only their parents by their side.
âYour child is a demon incarnate!â
âIt was an accident!â [Name]âs mother stood in front of them, shielding them from the multiple pairs of eyes that saw them as a monster. A murderer.
And they were right. Liz was aftaid, yet [Name] still chose to do it.
âAn accident caused by pride. Your kid was so eager to show off his cool powers and killed a kid, hear that? KILLED a kid!â
â[Name] is six!â
âAllistair is also six!â
Lizâs mother hasnât let go of her daughterâs corpse as she weeped while her mother comforted her by rubbing circles on her back and whispering reassurances.
Moments later, they hear police sirens outside the house. Apparently, one of the teenagers had called the cops when they heard the words âkilled Lizâ upstairs.
[Name] blocked out the rest of their memory about what happened.
YEARS LATER
âThe nature of your soul is quiet. Eerily quiet, yet thereâs a nagging noise muffled by its silence. You seek to mold yourself into perfection.â [Name]âs eyes narrow. They didnât like how itâs announcing it to the entire room of students and staff members.
Is this how dorm sorting normally goes?
âDiasomnia!â The students in cloaks clapped as [Name] headed towards the seats where his dorm mates were sitting.
Though they found it quite strange that their Housewarden wasnât here.
Who knows who and where he was? What a bad first impression to make on the First Years, in [Name]âs opinion.
đ Locked Paths
The DEMON CHILD Path.
Preview: If the Chosen Response was âTurn them downâ.
The BROKEN FRIENDSHIPS Path.
Preview: If the Chosen Response was âTurn to Allistair for helpâ.
Note: The path unlocked by the readers will be a determining factor to [Name]âs personality traits, psyche, and relationships. Please be mindful of that.
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OVERPOWERED - twst [name] content.
Synopsis: [Name] is known for their unique magic, âWith a Snap of my Fingersâ, which allows him to have someone melt to death on the spot when they make eye contact with them.
However, those who know better know that [Name] never used their unique magic after the incident from back then. And, it doesnât automatically happen when they snap their fingers, itâs only when they activate their unique magic.
Format: Bullet Point, Established Relationship, Open to Interpretation,
Warnings: Thoughts and actions of the characters used below donât reflect on the author. Also, this might be a little(?) OOC.
< RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS >
They were called the Red-Rose Tyrant and his Guard Dog. When they were scared of Riddle before, imagine him together with his significant other, they would run away faster than a dog after a middle schooler.
If Riddleâs magic can make you feel like youâve been beheaded, [Name]âs will make you feel like youâre being burned alive.
But what Riddle doesnât understandâand is frustrated aboutâis the fact that they fear you even if youâve never used your UM since childhood. Whatâs the big deal?
You arenât the type to use it, even if you were angry, unlike him. And you were no dog! You were his lover!
âIf I hear you two gossiping again, itâs off with your head!â
âYou two can do better things, like doing Professor Crewelâs homework, instead of talking about such nonsense. Get back to work!â
Now letâs talk during the overblot. When fearful students told you to use their UM on RiddleâŠÂ
âInsert your own comment.â
Crowley forbade it. Riddleâs already dying, he canât have more go down. In the end, with the combined effort of the Grim, the Prefect, Ace, Deuce, Cater, and Trey, Riddle is saved from the blot.
After the overblot, the air is awkward between you two, but you still help Riddle with turning a new leaf. Sure, students still feared you two, but not as much as before.
Progress is progress. Right?
< JACK HOWL >
You two were oddly paid. The big bad [Name] and the goody-two-shoes Jack Howl.Â
Jack will always say:
â[Name] is not the type, you shouldnât talk down about someone you barely spoke to. Have some decency.â
As much as you always tell Jack youâre fine with it, he will still always defend you every time he hears someone talk negatively about you. Whenever and wherever.
Itâs sweet really, until it causes discord among his dorm mates and other people. No, please donât start arguing with your teammate during track, Deuce keeps worrying.
(But the boy also took part in defending you, just so you know. Youâre Jackâs lover, and Jackâs his friend, so he must!)
Now during Leonaâs overblot, you were also told to try and use your UM which Jack is wholly against, not wanting you to dirty your hands and possibly go to jail:
âInsert your own comment.â
Jack reassures you whether you ask for it or not, and whether youâre upset or not. He always does at the end of the day. Itâs repetitive but all the more heartwarming, and it shows just how much he loved you.
< SEBEK ZIGVOLT >
You two never got along at first because heâs worried youâll use your UM on the people in his dorm, especially the people heâs loyal and closest to. Especially WAKA SAMAAAA and LILIA SAMAAA (and Silver).
But in the end, he warmed up to you and also started yelling at people and starting fights when he heard people talk about you.
âHow dare you! [Name] never uses their UM! AND THEY DEFINITELY WOULDNâT WASTE IT ON SOMEONE LIKE YOUââ
Sebek, my love, DONâT USE YOUR MAGIC ON THEM!!
(No he doesnât resort to his UM. Heâs not that crazy.)
Your dynamic is âHE SAID NO PICKLESâ but you can actually tell them yourself, you just choose not to because this is how Sebek shows his love. He isnât the type to do lovey-dovey stuff, he gets so flustered that he freezes up.
Itâs kinda hot too. But you donât tell him that.
During Malleusâ overblot, he is worried sick about you the whole time but Silver reassures him that you are strong enough to handle yourself and is currently dreaming a good dream. Right now, they need to find answers in Liliaâs dreams first.
â[Name] isnât someone you need to coddle like a baby, Sebek. Theyâre your lover, not your liege.â
âThatâsâ I COULD NEVER! Iâm their lover, itâs my job to make sure they feel protected!â
Yes, he has his flaws. You might want to talk to him about those. But he loves you, you know? Sometimes, he forgets that he doesnât need to act like a bodyguard when heâs with you.
Yeahh, definitely talk about that while also reassuring him heâs doing his best. I guess.
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Iâm about to make an interactive twst work based off of Overpowered, and this is majority votes!
So uhhhâŠ
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CHOSEN NAME. [Name]
CHOSEN DORM. Diasomnia
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With a Snap of my Fingers
Coming Soon!
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PROLOGUE [ii.] - happy birthday
OVERPOWERED by sanalang-ao33
An interactive Twisted Wonderland fanmade story on Tumblr where the readers take control of the plot and make it into a story everyone can enjoy.
Remember, your choices matter. They are powerful.
The readers get to influence the plot, interact with the background characters, their environment, and build meaningful relationships with each character, canon or not.
You can even change what was supposed to transpire, for better o for worse. But that all depends on you all.
Are you ready? Let's go.
CHOSEN REPLY. âGood morning, mom.â
â nothing to note
Their mother smiles as she runs a hand through their hair, clicking her tongue when she feels its knots, âGo, fix yourself and brush your teeth. Make sure to look nice, your aunts and uncles will be coming over to celebrate. And your cousins.â
[Name] nods, smiling as they rush to the bathroom to get ready for their special day.
Hours later, their house is filled with visitors. Friends, relatives, colleagues, acquaintances, they were all there whether [Name] knew them or not. They awkwardly greet the visitors and thank them with their mother and father.
Finally, they were able to escape when one of their favorite people in the world walked through the doorâ
âLiz!â
â[Nickname]!â
Allistair, [Name]âs first and only friend and the best cousin ever. He smiled enthusiastically as he gives them his gift, âHappy birthday!â
âThank you!â [Name] smiled back. Liz was practically bouncing on his feet, âOpen it, open it!â His mother placed a hand on his shoulder, âTheyâll open it after the party, youâll have to wait,â Liz pouts in disappointment.
â[Name], itâs time to blow your cake!â
Of course, to impress the visitors and also show off, the celebration was huge. They had games, intermission numbers, delicious food, karaoke, and best of allâŠ
âFireworks! Fireworks! Fireworks!â They all cheered as [Name]âs dad and two of his uncles on his motherâs side went to light up the fireworks.
âŠ..
[Name]âs dad sighed in disappointment, âWe got scammed, it didnât work.â
âAwww,â The little ones said simultaneously. Everyone got back inside to chat until they left. [Name] frowned at the anticlimactic end to their party.
They were a little disappointed, but they were more bothered by how frustrated their dad was. He probably spent a ton of money.
[Name] felt their heart clench.
â[Nickname], letâs go back inside. [Nickname]?â Allistair gasped, both amazed and terrified, â[Name]?! Youâre glowing!â That caught everyoneâs attention.
They all started to whisper and stare in wonder at them, âMagic, at this age?â
âWith a Snap of My Fingers,â The words spilled out of [Name]âs mouth like an instinct as magic gathered between his two fingers, âEveryone, smile as wide as you can. Here we go!â
Theyâve never felt so confident.
The fireworks started lightning up one by one, filling the sky with colorful explosions as everyone else pulled out their phones and watched.
âLook! Look! That one is spinning!â
âThat one looks huge!â
âAmazing!â
[Name] felt a hand on their head. Their fatherâs hand, as he looked down at them, eyes filled with pride, âMagic fingers, nice. One day, youâll be a strong arcanist, I can feel it in my liver.â
âI think thatâs the alcohol you thought Iâd never find out you drank in secret.â His mother joined in, playfully jabbing a finger into her husbandâs chest. [Name]âs father stammered, âIt was just a sip!â
Eventually, everyone either left or stayed to gossip. [Name], Liz, and their other cousins were in [Name]âs room, playing. One of them suggested, âHey, can you use your magic again?â
âYeah, yeah! More fireworks!â
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PROLOGUE [i.] - where it all began
OVERPOWERED by sanalang-ao33
An interactive Twisted Wonderland fanmade story on Tumblr where the readers take control of the plot and make it into a story everyone can enjoy.
Remember, your choices matter. They are powerful.
The readers get to influence the plot, interact with the background characters, their environment, and build meaningful relationships with each character, canon or not.
You can even change what was supposed to transpire, for better or for worse. But that all depends on you all.
Are you ready? Letâs go.
[Name] was six.
No, they had just turned six when it happened. Memories of flames, of melted skin, of life fading away right in front of their very eyes. Of tears that felt like an everlasting rain.
It started out differently.
The sun rising, itâs light peeking through the tiniest crack of the closed curtain. The birds were chirping, the blanket warm on their skin, their night light still shining, warding away nightmares and monsters that live in the closet and under their bed.
[Name] was already awake, it was their birthday after all, and obviously their parents are going to do something special. But they decided to just stare at their night light while they waited for their mother to wake up.
They hear their door open and they immediately shut their eyes, biting away a smile.
Their mother called out their name, softly. So soft, like feathers kissing your face. When she hums as she does the laundry. Soft like the pillow theyâre laying their head on.
â[Name], wake up,â She tries to shake them awake. Gently, then firmly, â[Name], itâs your birthday.â She says more playfully this time.
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VENT ART - twst [name] content.
Description: Whenever [Name] is upset, stressed or angry, painting comforts them. So when they inconveniently get art block in a time of need, it aggravates them.
That night, [Name] wakes up from a nightmare about their Housewardenâs overblot and realizes that he was the perfect muse. So they get to work.
Their new painting ended up getting noticed by their Vice Housewarden.
Format: Bullet Point, Platonic, Angst, Open to Interpretation
Warnings: Thoughts and actions of the characters used below donât reflect on the author. Also, this might be a little(?) OOC.
< TREY CLOVER >
The painting terrified Trey, so much so it took him a few moments to recognize that the one in the painting was none other than Riddle.
Why did he look like that? Is that how the others see him?
He didnât look human in the painting. Trey didnât want to look at it, but he was too frozen in shock to move. He wanted it gone. He wanted to tear the piece apart.Â
Seeing his childhood friendâs usually neat appearance, his smile, the shine in his eyes be painted like this? It made him feel all frustrated in a way, because why canât they see that heâs trying to change now?
Why canât they understand that when Riddle bawled his eyes out from such a traumatizing event, and how he became less strict and more open to his dorm members?
But seeing [Name]âs haunted expression made him realize that [Name] felt the same way he did just now. Fear, stress, aggravation.
Trey placed his hands on both [Name]âs shoulders, shaking him:
âDo not let anyone else see this. Do you understand?â
âNo one else. No one.â
Because he fears what would happen if word of this got out to the entire school.
< JADE LEECH >
âŠoh?Â
What a beautiful piece of art. He liked how you emphasized on the things you were most afraid about Azul during his overblot, one of them being his crazed expression.
He looked like a monster, yet he was surrounded by such ethereal colors that looked like the ocean and its corals.Â
Itâd be a real shame if Azul found out, right?
Genuinely liked the art and might commission you sometime later. Heâs sure youâd do your best if he asked you to paint something for him, because heâs definitely using this against you.
âHello, [Name]. Iâd like to commission a painting. Weâll be hanging it on the Monstro Loungeâs wall, by the entrance.â
â[Name], can I ask for your kind soul to help me around the Lounge this week? Maybe even the week after that?â
Good luck because he will be taking advantage of this new blackmail for the rest of your school life. Or, until he gets bored of tormenting you, maybe?
< ROOK HUNT >
Like Jade, he also thinks the art was beautiful and showered it with compliments. He said that it showed Vilâs beauty even in such a nightmare and ink.
Whatâs there not to love?
The dark colors accentuate Vil very well and the ink on his form looks majestic as if itâs taking the form of Vilâs clothes in the painting.
Though in your eyes, the Vil in the painting looked like a witch. A crazy, jealous, horrid witch. You kind of feel bad now.
Kind of.Â
When he offhandedly said that Vil would love it, you beg him to keep it a secret, fearing Vilâs wrath.
âA secret? This masterpiece?!â
âYou are skilled in your craft, Monsieur/Mademoiselle des murs! Itâd be a shame to met shch talent go to waste, hidden away from worthy praise.â
Though he promised to keep it a secret, itâll take some time for it to be revealed to Vil. Itâs his own unique way of telling you not to be ashamed of your art and itâs also a way for Vil to see how beautiful he was even at his lowest.
Unique, unpleasant, and definitely uncalled for.
< LILIA VANROUGE>
Lilia is stunned.
âYou⊠made this?â
âWhy?â
Why recreate the very being, the worse side of Malleus. Why bring such a tragic, nightmarish event back to life through strokes of dark colors in your palette?
The same one that trapped Sage Island in thorny vines?!
 Lilia was haunted. Afraid. Angry. But when he looks at you, he sees the same things. He sees how you feel the same way as him, as everyone else.
Maybe not to the same degree, but the same emotions regardless.
âIf it comforts you, itâs not my place to tell you to stop. But I donât want to see this painting ever again, do you understand me?â
âIf word of this reached out to anyone in Diasomnia, especially Malleus, Iâll see to it that you will face the consequences of your actions.â
He knows it's harsh. Painting is your passion, itâs what keeps you going. This art embodies your emotions, which shouldnât be hidden away.
But not everyone can understand why you do this. Theyâll take it the wrong way and not only will the painting be harmed, but possibly you too.
Because though Diasomnia is among the most respected dorms, even the feared can be fearful. And even the strongest can weep.
Notes: I didn't add Ruggie and Ortho because they aren't official Vice Housewardens. I also didn't add Jamil because though he is the Vice Housewarden, he is the one who overblotted. idk maybe next time
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