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Hotoka, 4 yrs old
Hotoka was average kid, female gendered. She (at the time those were the pronuns Hotoka used.) was a happy, energetic, a bit hot headed.
One day, it was almost her birthday. Wich she absolutely adored having that idea in mind. They were eating dinner as ususal,
*Knock Knock* is heard, this blasts a very akward silence,
Hotoka´s mom said ¨Can you please get me my charger?¨ to Hotoka, she gladly went to the room to get the charger, she heard a door being open
she heard a bit of chatter and then.. screams. A few sounds. Perhaps they were stabs? A strange but familiar voice grabbed her shoulder. And said
¨You are now safe.¨
It was Dream. he took her out of that house, millions of cameras, cameramen, Microphones, Flashlights were making a path.
Well, of course she was crying. She had lost her mother and brother, Dream took her to the building called ¨Hero committee¨. Before she could even enter Dream with a chilly tone said.
¨Your actions have consequences¨
A hard grip was held to her ponytail.
¨A-!¨
¨You now work for us. Welcome to your new life :)¨
She was welcomed to a tiny bed, a few blankets. A (hard) pillow, and a desk. She had no idea why all of that stuff was on her ¨Room¨
After she finished school, high school, college. She worked as an secretary for the Hero Committee
She was in the charge of looking, the most wanted criminals, the most wanted vigilantes, hospitals, incomes, orphanages, forests, who had retired from being a villan/vigilant/hero , restaurants, beaches, clubs, casinos, banks, who had went missing, where to search, where to patrol, where to be, where to leave, when to search, how much money is gonna be spent in a week. All kinds of crazy shit
Of course, she didn’t love this at all. The hero´s committee food was horrible, Dream and 404 treated her as shit, Often made fun of her depression.
Flame did understand, they provided all kinds of emotional and rational support.
Flame gave her a few flower pots, drinks, gourmet stuff, and often joked with her until midnight.
Until.. She ran away from the hero committee
She got shot. 4 FUCKING TIMES ON HER LEG, And of course. 404 and Dream got away with it since it was a ¨Accident¨
She ran way again.
It turned out kinda fine to be honest, until.
It turned winter.
The worst weather she could have lived on their entire fucking life, it was HELL
They rejected all kinds of warm and cozy jackets Dream or 404 tried to offer them. They knew it was a fucking trap to guilt trip them.
Hotoka was wandering around the snowy and cold streets, Until.
A very petite girl showed up. She had this amazing gucci coat, totally out of Hotoka´s league.
And guess who the fuck it was. Monika, a very famous singer and actress known for her (totally common) illusions while being on stage.
Hotoka just got a bit closer to her and said. ¨WILL YOU MARRY ME?¨ totally jumping the gun. Well, it was a fact that they loved this girl to the bottom of their heart,
Monika. they fucking asked Monika. To. Marry. Them
¨HOLD ON A MINUTE- You mean.. me?!¨
¨Well you are the only one in this street. You think i am talking to the wall¨
¨Oh my gosh! Uh- Oh- Uhhhhhhh, Shall we go to the cafe near here so you can warm up? You look terrible as shit.¨
¨Sure thing¨
Monika took Hotoka to this weird, fancy, looking Cafe.
Cats. there was cats fucking everywhere-
Hotoka, of course. Focused on the cats and the nice warm weather. Perhaps the smell of the Cafe was stained with coffee and milk?
The waiter came in with an nice coffee and milk with some muffins, quickly left.
Monika took a quick inhale, it seemed to dramatic to look rea----
(TW : Mentions of dr4gs. suggestive content? You can skip a few lines if you dont like this-)
¨Never do heroin and never do meth. Never go to parks below sunset, never drink anything below ten grand. Never suck d1ck unless the money is on his hand. Never fuck Sheen and dont do p0rn. Never wear anything already worn, never get caught in a poor´s man car. You can leave LA but dont go far. Dont go to the beach unless its for dr4gs. Dont fuck waiters. And dont fuck th4gs. Dont get a b00b job on marry famous. Dont do dr4gs that are intravenous. Do get tested, stay protected, please stay smart dont get arrested. Want a job? go socialize, dont eat, dont sleep. And dont ask why!¨
¨Wha-¨
¨Those are the rules to survive in my league. Hoped you would understand those sentences.¨
¨WHAT TF U MEAN YOUR ¨LEAGUE¨ ?!¨
¨Well, being famous and a beauty icon. *CLEARLY POINTING TO ONE OF THE POSTERS OF MONIKA WINNING THE ¨MISS UNIVERSE¨ BEAUTY CERTAMEN* means that you gotta be.. ¨Strict with yourself¨ i guess-¨
¨WOAH- YOU WINNED THE ¨MISS UNIVERSE¨ BEAUTY CERTAMEN!?¨
¨Of course i did! I never lose.¨
(Imma end this here for a bit cuz im out of motivation lols)