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Although Ace never let it seem like the constant teasing and jabs targeted towards got to him, they did and more then ace would ever want to admit.
It all started during a test,Ace had stayed up late studding, not wanting to get behead by riddle or to disappoint him during that time Ace forgot to eat dinner, but that's fine, its only once, but during that morning Ace had been tired from studying all night and only getting about an hour or two of sleep.
"Ace trappola!" Riddle shouted his card soldiers name "in the name of the queens roses, are you even listening!?" Riddles face was as red as the beautiful roses he delicately cared for, Ace has been spacing out, not listening to riddle talk about the importance of the test
"Ah, sorry your majesty" Ace apologized, he was tired, and as much as he was an idiot, he knew when to apologize when its his fault "Honestly! Why cant you be more like deuce,he rarely gives me this trouble" Ace was upset at being compared to deuce it wouldn't be the first time but he didn't let it show "it wont happen again your majesty" Ace grabbed his bad and walked out the door forgetting to grab breakfast
Later when Ace got his test, the test he had study hard for...he got a 75/100...a C, Ace felt dishearten and when his friends saw his test they certainly didn't help with the sinking feeling in his chest.
"A C? Well couldn't expect more from you Pft-" said epel who has a 95/100 of course epel got a good grade, it was a potion test, that's epels specialty, being in Pomefiore "ITS ACE, NOT MUCH TO EXPECT" that was sebek...Ace just laughed it off "Eh! Well i didn't try is all!" lier, he tried so hard Ace hid the tears in his eyes, not daring to let the others to see him being emotional.
The next time it happen was when another Heartslabyul messed up and blamed it on the cherry pit eyed student and no one questioned it.
"Who in the quuens name painted these!!" Riddle yelled, the roses in question were poorly painted, white splotches all over, and overall just a terrible paint job "It was Ace! He had that section your majesty!" Hare,a 2nd year freshman lied, it was his section, Aces section was done perfectly.
"ACE TRAPPOLA! GET OVER HERE NOW!" Ace,unaware of the lie Hare had spewed ran over "yes your majesty?" Aces relaxed demeanor only angered riddle more "ACE LOOK AT WHAT A TERRIBLE JOB YOU DID ON THOSE ROSES!" Riddle yelled "What?! Those arent my roses!" Ace desperately tried to defend himself but to no avail, riddle did not believe him
"YOU DARE LIE TO YOUR QUEEN?! YOU WILL REPAINT THESE ROSES AND YOU SHALL NOT BE PERMITTED TO THIS UNBIRTHDAY PARTY" Riddle screamed and stomped away before ace could even utter a single scentce in defense what good would that do anyways...no one ever believed him
Ace reluctantly painted the roses and left to his room, he made sure not to let any one see not that they would care everyone was at the unbirthday party the one he was looking forward towards as trey had made a cherry tart specifically for his good work on the roses he shut the door and threw himself on the bed silently crying at the unfairness of the situation
riddle would eventually find out about the lie from trey and punish the student who lied to him and apologize to ace but by then it was too late and ace could never seem to let things go no matter how badly he wanted to
Those were just a few to mention,its been going on for months, Ace would mess up, fail, or sometimes just exist and he would get teased...that kind of environment has an effect especially when its relentless and happens almost every day
Ace never thought it would get this bad, he deliberately wears long sleeves now to hide the old and new scars growing on his arms, he hates that this is the only control he feels he has left, deliberately making himself feel pain is the only way he feels he's in control of his emotions
Ace is used to masking his autism, having to try and stop himself from flapping his hands, the few times he let himself slip while talking about card tricks the person told him to stop shaking his hands and to "calm down" Ace felt disheartened and quickly stoped, along with him stopping his excited rant about card tricks
Ace having to withhold his stemming has causes it to be extremely difficult to focus and causing him a shorter fuse, snapping at people when overstimulated, he felt bad for snapping but it was like he couldn't control it
All of this plus the teasing has caused Ace to resort to self harm as a coping mechanism to gain some self control over himself, Ace becomes addicted to it...grabbing the blade almost every night for the sweet sting it provides...Ace wants help but he can never seem to find the righ words...oh well nothing he can do
The end?? If yall want more be sure to ask!!