can you do a self aware neige x cubby reader and slowly with each interaction he is encouraging her in his way.
(I'm assuming you meant chubby-)
Alright, thanks for the request !! You saved me pookie *gets down on one knee, holds out my hand with a ringbox in it* 💍💐 will you marry me ? Jkjk also I'm gonna make it a gn since you didn't specify the gender hope you like it-
HERE WE GO POOKIES BEAR WITH ME
Self aware Neige LeBlanche x chubby reader.
As usual, you were playing twisted wonderland, your favorite game. You were obsessed with it as of late, spending every single remaining penny in your wallet just for it. Little did you know, Neige was, (as always) watching you through the screen.
You didn't interact much with Neige in the game, most of your interactions were in the VDC. (and that's exactly when he fell for you)
He really loves you, like a lot. (A bit too much to be just a crush, I'd say)
But still, he is head-over-heels for you. (Literally and metaphorically)
I don't really think he'd treat you any differently just because of how you look since you're his precious snowflake (idk I don't know any pet names except for pookie, bear with me 😭)
Except when he notices how...low, your self esteem seems to be.
Now now, that WON'T DO. You are HIS precious snowflake, the player, the all-knowing overseer. How could you let something as small as that bring you down ?
(This is during the pomefiore chapter btw)
He will definitely try to maximize your interactions with him, and sneakily add some praising lines (without raising your suspicion)
"Oh my, you look ethereal as always." Or "would you look at that, our precious [name]. Beautiful/ handsome/ attractive as usual, truly outstanding." (I honestly don't know how to word it in a way that would be neige-like but you get the point)
Slowly, but surely, he will praise you more and more, and successfully avoids any suspicion. Although he doesn't add TOO MANY praises, since he knows it could be overwhelming at times (he has second-hand experience as THE Neige LeBlanche)
He will keep doing that until he's sure and certain that you've regained your confidence.
Soon enough, you'll be as confident as ever, without even needing his praise.
I don't see him as the type for fake flattery, and neither do you, and you know 'comfort character' things 🤭
Overall he is really helpful to you, and is literally the opposite of Vil (canonically) if Vil made you feel even the slightest bit humiliated or judged, then Neige will make you feel like a queen.
I hope you enjoyed this I tried my best pookie I didn't really know how to do this tho-i honestly had no idea what to put 😔
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Post Scriptum
This piece takes place after New beginning and more like flood of words. Something that reader do every morning in hope to stay sane
Another sentient twst works here
Sometimes your own consciousness can play evil, very insidious jokes. For example, faking some traumatic memories, replacing them with softer versions. Or, on the contrary, to draw pictures of terrible “if only”, the events taking place in which are much worse than reality. The cherry on top is the fact when, sitting on your bed or in a comfortable favorite chair, you cannot remember something. A constantly elusive detail that seems incredibly important. Even more vital.
It's doubly terrible when all this happens at the same time.
Triplely, when you open your eyes you see in front of you on one side such a familiar interior, but at the same time sickeningly alien.
Looking around the room again, you immediately close your eyes, realizing that the “dream” is continuing. However, whether it is possible to continue to call it such is an open question. Barely healing wounds, abrasions on the legs and arms served as sufficient proof of reality, if the rough fabric of the blanket on the bed and the smell of dust in the air were not. The nails dig into the inner part of the palm of their own accord, a habit that have appeared not so long ago; the pain help wake up.
Blinking away the remnants of an incomprehensible feeling, with an effort of will you unclenched your fingers and moved them onto the soft fur of the Grimm still sleeping next to you. The cat purred contentedly from the touch, continuing to be in the kingdom of Morpheus. However, you aren't going to wake him up.
The gaze moved to the other free hand, exactly the same, covered with plasters, reliably hiding the scratches behind it. The hand undoubtedly belonged to you, repeating every planned movement. However, at the same time, it - and the whole body - seemed something foreign. Like a spare part of a doll that you wanted to tear off and throw away.
Sigh. The hand falls back onto the bed and the eyes close. Nothing else comes to mind, but the emptiness that has replaced the nightmares is not much to please. You begin to ask questions, which is better? Feel nothing or choke on tears every day and night. The answer is stuck somewhere in the middle, while you are thrown from one extreme to another.
The ear involuntarily picks up the sound as if someone is walking under the window. Exhaling sharply, you don't pay attention. Why bother if you know the answer to this question better than anyone else. At some point, you stopped doubting anything and taking sensations for granted. If you heard someone’s footsteps, it means someone definitely passed by.
In the end, they was definitely stubborn.
Another deep breath. Well, at least they had the conscience not to show up in person, barging in and disturbing the hastily put together fragile peace. It looked unreliable, and it was.
The singing of birds outside cause irritation out of all possible feelings, but the earplugs bought at Sam's store made it even worse, so you have to endure it. They muffled the sound, but, left alone with yourself and your own heartbeat in your ears, you again experienced what you tried so hard to lock behind seven locks. An ironic coffin that should have been wrapped in several rows of chains and thrown into the sea, but, unfortunately, you can’t do that so easily with mental problems. Otherwise, the Octavinelle's trio would have been happy to offer their services.
Exactly… it's been a long time since you remembered the characters or, should you say, the students. They have fully proven their ability to influence the outside world, you. If this is the first step towards acceptance, then this world can go to hell. However, you are already there.
The presence of Grimm and ghosts did not allow you to completely go crazy, start talking to yourself, or go communicate with them. The jokes about He-must-not-be-named come to mind again. You had two dozen of such persons. The solitude has definitely been good for you. You stopped waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, clutching your throat. You stopped flinching at every shadow and imagining very real monsters outside the windows among the dark branches by the accompaniment of the howling wind.
You hated some more, some a little less. You wanted to strangle someone just like they threatened you so many times. However, over time, all emotions invariably subsided, memory softened the corners, and in the end you felt absolutely nothing for them. Only hostility when Grimm mentioned their names.
However, someone would be happy with such a scrap of feelings.
Another sigh. You catch the smell of roses, although there are no flowers in the house. All the bouquets, petals and perfume were thrown away. You didn't need another reason to empty your stomach. Again the mind plays games, but the aroma is better than real thorns, traces of which can still be found on the body.
Another, sharper and tart flavor begins to mix with the roses. Spices, consciousness helpfully suggests. Black tea, someone's perfume, sea salt. Until finally, a sharp, metallic smell hits your nose.
Eyes open instantly, breathing quickens. A minute later, the realization comes that there is nothing in the air except dust. The gaze darts from the cat to the window and then to the bedside clock, which shows 6 am. It's too early.
Exhaustedly dropping your head onto the pillow, you close your eyes again, but with the invariably stupid hope of waking up somewhere else.
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"Yuu-Yuu hurt." Part 9
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"Did. . . did anyone else see that?" Deuce asks. His eyes wander, as though searching for the grey space that brought him to Yuu's. . . mind?
Ace was blinking and rubbing his eyes, and he noticed that some of the others were doing the same. "Yeah. What was that? Actually, let's figure that out later. Come on, we need to see if the Prefect's all right."
The card soldiers were joined by the other First Years, each of them in similar states of dishelved but nonetheless alert. When the group reached the Prefect, Grim and the teddy bear were rubbing their hand and puffing air onto their fingers. "What are you guys doing?" Ace asks.
"Trying to warm them up! They're cold as ice," Grim says.
The Prefect's clothes had returned to normal, but the places where the thick globs of ink had stuck were damp and stained black. Their eyes were closed, heavy bags beneath them, and it looked as though they weren't moving. It was like they had been pulled out of a lake, unconscious, in the middle of the night. Ace touches their wrist and flinches back. "What the--it's like they stepped out of a freezer!"
Deuce had the same shocked reaction after touching their wrist. "You're right!"
Simultaneously, the card soldiers take off their jackets and drape them over the Prefect's upper body. The other First Years followed along, placing their jackets on Yuu's legs, but Sebek pauses. Surely they couldn't be that cold? He touches their wrist, freezes, and quickly slips his jacket off. He then starts adjusting the jackets to better cover Yuu, and Epel and Jack help him.
As they're doing this, Ortho scans Yuu's body and the rest of the rescue team gathers around. "Their heartbeat is below its usual rate and their breathing is slow, but I do not detect any irregular patterns or difficulty breathing." There are cautious breaths of relief, but Ortho shakes his head. "I wish I was in my Precision Gear. I could be more helpful that way."
"You can warn us if anything else happens to their body," Riddle says. "Cater, do you have any signal?"
"Still nothing. I'm going to try going over there--actually, Idia, could you maybe call someone on your end?"
"Trying, but there's something that's getting in the way."
"Uhh. . . what does that mean?"
"It means I'm not going to be able to make calls any time soon and you guys might have to."
"This isn't just you trying to avoid talking to people, is it?" Riddle interjects.
"WHAT? Okay, listen. I'm being 100% dead serious when I say that something is getting in the way!"
"Okay, okay!" Trey cuts in before things could escalate further. "Idia, do you think you can figure out what's happening and fix it?"
"I'll try, but like I said, you guys are going to have to call yourselves," Idia grumbles.
"That's fine. In the mean time, Cater, I can help you find some signal."
"Thanks a bunch, Trey!"
Riddle takes a deep breath and volunteers too.
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After a few seconds of silently staring at Yuu, Jade speaks up. "Azul, what did you and the other dorm leaders learn from the scientist? Aside from wanting to harvest and use negative energy."
"You know, I've been wondering about that," Floyd says. "Wouldn't it just be better to take people who can build up Blot?"
"We thought that too, but he said that it wouldn't be as exciting nor an excellent spending of time, since most research has been on magic overall. The victims that he chose were in terrible situations in the foster care system or in group homes. It would be stressful for them as is, but since they lack magical abilities, it would be easy for those with magic to bully them." Azul adjusts his glasses, the echo of a sharp-edged memory passing through his mind. He notices some others clenching their hands as they reflected too. "The hardships would increase and so would their negative energies."
"Unfortunately, I can believe it," Deuce says glumly.
"And since the test subjects lack magic, they wouldn't be able to escape as easily either nor risk going into Overblot," Jade muses. "With the exception of Yuu, of course."
There are grumbled comments of how terrible the whole situation is; others are unsurprised by the scientist's thoughtful but disgusting choice of test subjects. "Considering that Yuu is a student of Night Raven College, did the scientist expect them to Overblot or cause any unusual effects?" Rook asks.
"Not at all," Malleus says. "He was just as surprised as us and had the gall to suggest we were the reasons they Overblotted." He glowered at the memory of the scientist's carefree smile. Outside, thunder rumbled.
". . . To be fair, most of us weren't that welcoming to them at one point or another," Ace says, causing some to sweatdrop. "They and Grim got picked on a couple of weeks ago by some of our classmates for not knowing a famous person. Not to mention, they had to witness first-hand a bunch of Overblots. That's gotta be terrifying for someone who comes from a world without magic."
"Even if we have some sort of involvement, we're not entirely to blame," Leona says. After the Magift ordeal, he spotted a few Savanaclaw members begrudgingly give a sandwich and some snacks to Yuu and Grim when they accidentally missed lunch.
"I agree with that. For one thing, Ramshackle Dorm is not a good place to live in." Jamil remembers opening a cupboard and screaming at the large spider residing within. He also remembers him, Kalim, and some others discovering mold, almost stepping into a hole in the floorboards, seeing a spider come out of nowhere or a rat poking its head out of a hole, and/or getting wet from accidentally tipping over a bucket of rainwater.
"Tell me about it! Before the roof got fixed, we kept getting bucketfuls of water crashing down on us anytime it downpoured," Grim says. "We had to keep hounding the Headmaster day-in and day-out before he finally agreed to do something about it."
"Also, when he came to Yuu about freeing students from Azul's contracts, he brought up their debt from unpaid meals. It sounded like he was threatening them," Jack adds.
"He what?!" Most of the expressions of shock came from everyone but Grim, Ace, and Deuce. Other memories sprung up of the Headmaster's less than savory moments. Hearing what Jack said further soured the mental image of the Headmaster.
"So, you mean, he was willing to withhold their meals if they didn't agree to an impossible task?" Ruggie says.
"I knew someone as kind as them didn't actually exist," Azul whispers to himself. Jack picked it up, however.
"It wasn't that they didn't want to help. They just didn't know if they would be able to."
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Kalim had been quietly staring at his wand during the conversation. The gem had been shiny and bright before he and the others entered the forest, but now there were small specks of ink on the surface. Knowing what he did now, and if Yuu's state could be shown on something like a Magic Stone, would he have been able to help prevent any of this?
"Before they Overblotted, they cried about missing their dad and how people kept bullying their teddy bear," he says softly. "They also said they were scared of getting hurt by a spell, since they can't use magic to protect themself."
Ruggie nods. "It was depressing the way they were missing their dad. They were worried about him being dead when they got back or finding him on his death bed."
Cater had wandered near the group when he heard this. "That is depressing," he says, eyes wide. "We all know the Prefect has a wild imagination, but man, that's just on the opposite end of the spetrum of what they usually imagine."
"Still, that's not to say their worry is unfounded. Anything can happen while one is far from home," Jade says. He doesn't miss Floyd's eyebrows creasing together in displeasure and the frown that went along with it. Come to think of it, maybe the Prefect and the twins' mother weren't so different in their worries; both just want to make sure their dad or her sons were all right. "Going back to what we were talking about earlier, did the kidnapper say anything else, such as what he did to the orphans?"
"We suspect he did do something, but he wouldn't tell us," Azul says. "It was probably increasing their negative energies, since that was all he cared about."
Grim bristles and starts marching to the kidnapper. "Whatever he did, he's gonna pay for it. Especially because he messed with the Great Grim's henchman!"
"No, you don't!" Lilia plucks him up by the ribbon. "He must be in perfect condition to confess all that he did. If not, then he won't receive the entire punishment."
Grim begins to protest, but is cut off by Malleus. "Do as he says. It isn't worth wasting your energy on someone who will suffer the consequences anyway."
Finally, he relents but not without grumbling. He is dropped off next to the Prefect, and his anger tapers down upon seeing their face. Nothing has changed: their eyes are still closed and they're barely moving. He wishes they would stir or cough or something, just so he knows that they're truly still alive.
". . . Hey, Yuu is going to be all right, right?" He is met with unsure silence.
"Yuu-Yuu will be okay." Eyes land on the teddy bear, who has moved closer to Yuu's face and is pressing its cheek against their upper arm.
"What makes you so sure of that?" Leona asks.
"Because [teddy's name] did what [teddy's name] was supposed to do. [Teddy's name] asked for help from friends and teachers and nurse, and [teddy's name] showed friends and police where Yuu-Yuu was. Friends saved Yuu-Yuu from Overblot, so Yuu-Yuu will be okay."
"So. . . they'll be okay because we saved them in time?" Deuce says.
"It did happen with everyone else. Who's to say Yuu's case will be different?" Kalim says, smiling hopefully and looking around.
"That's not realistic." It's Idia who says this.
"What? Why?"
"Listen!" If Idia was there, he would have held his hands up in a "don't shoot me!" gesture. He would also have crumbled from the glares the hot-headed of the bunch were giving him. "Just because things are supposed to go a certain way doesn't mean it will. I know some of you think so too--don't try to pretend you're not. [Teddy's name], look, I don't mean to rain on your parade, but there's no guarantee that Yuu will actually recover. Not a single person in the history of Twisted Wonderland has gone through something like this. You got people's attention that something wasn't right with them and you did what you could, but sometimes… even if you pick what you think are the right choices on a blind run, you get a bad ending."
With bated breath, everyone watches the teddy bear process Idia's words. ". . . Yuu-Yuu is going to die?"
Yeah, they're going to die. Idia takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
". . . Probably."
The teddy bear glances at Yuu's face. It grips their shirt tightly. ". . . Was it because I didn't do enough?"
"I don't think you could have done anything more."
"Am. . ." The teddy bear seems to gaze tearfully at his tablet, its next words whispery and wobbly. "Am I a bad friend for not doing enough?"
"Watch what you say next, Idia," Grim warns, paws on his hips.
"H-hey, I'm not that heartless." Idia huffs. ". . . You made a good move trying to get help when you knew you couldn't do it on your own. It's the best thing you could have done and. . . you know what, sure, it was enough. No one could have stopped that scientist from kidnapping them or even the Blot from building up. Plus, I doubt you can ever be a bad friend. You two are so cuddly together it's embarrassing. It's literally a red sign that says 'Hey look everyone! We're best friends! Sucks to be you, a friendless dweeb!' So, no, you weren't a bad friend."
"You really shouldn't blame yourself for what happened. You did things for the sake of them getting better and it's just like what nii-san says: no one could have stopped the scientist or the Blot accumulation," Ortho says. "On the other hand, I actually may have had a hand in what happened."
There are exclamations of shock, the loudest coming from Idia.
"What are you talking about? All you've done is scan them and say they were fine!"
"I did say that, but that's the thing." Ortho looks away, unable to meet the tablet screen nor the eyes of his classmates and friends. "In the months leading up to the kidnapping, my sensors kept notifying me that something was wrong with Yuu whenever I hung out with them. Every time I looked into it, the notification would disappear. I thought it was just a bug even though you've debugged my sensors so many times. I even saw the notification the day I fully scanned Yuu."
His hands clench and he feels something within him squeezing. He can't feel pain like an organic being, but it's like his gears and parts are working together to tear each other apart. It just hurts. "[Teddy's name], you could feel that something was wrong. I had the functions to detect any magical abnormalities. Maybe if I had just said something--"
"Ortho, stop! This isn't your fault!" Idia's tablet closes in on his face and the screen blips to show a concerned older brother. "Look online again for incidents on magicless humans Overblotting."
"There are zero results."
"Now look through government documents and classified information."
It takes Ortho a solid minute and thirty seconds. "There are also zero results."
"Exactly. You can't search up phenomena if it has never happened before and you can't blame yourself for not realizing something when there's nothing to look out for, even if it's just a passing anecdote."
"It's just as Shroud says," Malleus says. "I have lived longer than either of you and such an event would have made itself known quite easily, if not eventually."
"Take it from me too," Lilia says, placing a hand on Ortho's shoulder. "Even though my memory is not as it once was, I'm sure I would have vague feelings of deja vu for something like this, which I don't."
"There, you see? You're blame-free." Idia offers a comforting smile. Ortho nods, and Idia moves his tablet to let him hug it. Idia wishes that he was there to actually hug his little brother, but this would have to do for now.
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Riddle, Trey, and Cater return to the group. Their serious expressions told everyone what they needed to know. "Ortho, how is Yuu doing?" Riddle asks. Hearing that nothing changed, his demeanor somehow becomes more serious. "At this point, we may need to bring them and the survivors out of this forest, but a number of the survivors are still unconscious and we might have difficulty finding the way out."
"Fa--Lilia, would you or Malleus be able to teleport to the police station or the hospital?" Silver asks.
"We would, but since neither of us have been injured enough for a visit or gotten into illegal matters, we don't know where either are," Lilia regretfully says. "We can try, but it may take a while."
"Come to think of it, the nurse has always been the one to treat us no matter our injuries," Jack says thoughtfully.
"And a bunch of stuff has been kept reeeeeeaaally quiet," Floyd adds.
"Idia? What about you?" Riddle prompts.
He sighs. "Negative results. And before you ask, I've tried pinpointing your location through my tablet, but nothing is showing up on the map."
"I'd fly over to either place, but I don't know if I'd have enough energy for it," Ortho says sadly.
The atmosphere thickens with worry. "Grim, you're shaking. Are you all right?" Rook says. The fire cat grumbles something, which Rook asks to repeat.
"I said… I'm a lousy boss."
"Oh? Why is that?"
"Oh boy, what now?" Ace murmurs.
"I knew something was up with them. Their eyes were becoming duller every week and they were spacing out more than usual. I thought they would get cheered up by the nice things everyone was doing and I kept believing them when they said they were all right. But now…"
"What does that have to do with you being their boss, though?"
"I. . ." Grim blinked and tears ran down his cheeks. He hastily wiped them off, but more trickled out. He remembers a time when he angrily spewed out fire and Yuu's clothes caught some of the flames. They didn't need to go to the hospital or stay in the infirmary, but. . . "I hurted them. I promised I would take care of them, but I couldn't even stop their Blot from building up." His small body shook as he fully cried. "I'm their boss, I should be doing more! I should've been awake with [teddy's name] when they were being mind-controlled--"
Ace sighs and plops a hand on Grim's head. "Grim. It's okay. Remember what we all said? That this isn't our fault?"
"Y-yeah."
"Yeah, then you shouldn't beat yourself too much over it. Sure, you can be a real pain in the ass for stealing food and being reckless, but Yuu knew that you cared about them, otherwise you wouldn't have made that promise. Right?"
Grim sniffs. "Yeah."
"You could also do something for them when they wake up," Deuce suggests.
"Like share my tuna cans?"
"Erm, sure?"
"Okay, no, how about whatever they want?" Ace says. "Pretty sure they're gonna need some nice things after everything that has happened."
Grim wiped away the last of his tears and nods. "Yeah. I can do that."
He pats the Prefect's arm. "Just you wait, Yuu, you'll be cheered up by the Great Grim in no time!" His voice slightly warbles as he says, "Just. . . wake up soon, okay?"
Off to the side, Malleus crosses his arms with a concerned frown, thunder rumbling overhead. "Are you worried, Malleus?" Lilia asks.
"Yes. Their condition will not be helped unless they receive the proper care, but there is no way to contact that help and we cannot teleport to the exact location. It's a troubling situation."
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Longing
Hello everyone! I had a strange urge to write something, so yes.. AU belongs to @shiny-jr I'm just interpreting. This is also my parody to the five stages of grief. Another sentient twst works are here. Enjoy 0/
Upd: I've finally got permission to post this thing! But.. I forgot about it.. and I'm no longer like it.. and it's so small.. but, yeah, let it exists.
Disbelief.
It was the first emotion that began to creep into consciousness with a light touch from just hearing about the “shutdown.” The player just took a break, was busy, preparing for exams, tests, work, whatever. Causing panic out of nowhere was stupid. This had already happened more than once, but..
The hours merged into days. Days became weeks. Only the most stubborn began to count beyond the month. The mistrust and fear began to be felt stronger than before. More and more often insidious “what ifs” were spinning in head.
You were only gone for a short moment. Maybe a little longer this time, but you would come back. You would, except… Yuu turned into the doll they always were. A puppet whose only value was in you, who controlled it. When there was no point in denying, a storm broke out.
Indignation.
Anticipation caused hearts to experience previously ignored emotions and heads to question. What could be the reason? Could something happen in that inaccessible world? Do you feel the same confusion, unable to connect?
Could you become bored with their existence?
Did you choose them, him, over someone else? What exactly made you hesitate? A beautiful singing voice? Looks that could challenge the Evil Queen? Fame? Wealth? What?
Was the effort really not enough to captivate you, to make you pay attention? Place in your heart the desire to stay. Is it really his fault or is it yours?
Grief.
Bitterness replaced frustration. The one that was ripping chest, made him want to cut his own throat open if it would give any peace of mind. If it would strengthen confidence of your return.
When it seem that the empty vessel was about to break, hope still glimmers at the bottom. When the ear listened to every rumor, rustle, speculation, even if it was false. When the one he least want to see looked at him from the mirror.
When he didn’t want to, and most importantly, couldn’t stop. Gave up. Let every attempt, broken hope plunge him into the abyss of despair much deeper than the last time. Getting back on feet became more and more difficult. Sometimes the thought of acceptance flashed but gaving up the most desired thing was hardly possible. Even if the chances that no one would understand and that everything would burn out were higher every moment.
Longing.
Yearning invariably replaces suffocating pain. Very reluctant, denied by all means.
When there was nothing left in tired beating heart - not a single drop - only memories of the time spent with you through Yuu. Then he still did not understand other people's adoration. He thought that this would bypass him. However, like everyone else, he couldn’t resist the eyes, your eyes and no one else’s, looking at him in a special way. As if in the world of colored pixels he was worth something.
A smile involuntarily plays on his face, although he barely had enough strength to maintain an imitation of life. In moments of overwhelming loss, pride insisted: you were not worth it. You were not worth all the torment, all the tears he shed. You were not worth.. but this was a blatant lie.
When everything around him would merge into one colorless heap, when he himself would cease to exist. The only thought at the last moment would be dedicated to you. Therefore, as soon as the news of the appearance of an impostor who dared to pretend to be you reached the exhausted mind, remained only... rage.
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