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Universal Ties (Part 1)

A/N: I watched NWH and I couldn’t help but make a fanfic... especially since I’m desperate for more fanfics about Andrew XD So I’m going to make my own. I have to admit, he is the best Spider-Man in my heart- like EEEEEKKKK!!!! Don’t you think so? <3

Summary ~ Peter had lost you in his world but was led to meet you once again in a different universe. After he tries to deny the fact that his time with you is limited, you both have to part ways... but is it really for good?

Pairing: TASM Peter Parker x F!Reader

W A R N I N G ~ NWH Spider-Man spoilers

Useful tips:

Y/N = Your name

Y/NN = Your nickname

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“Peter...”

It was a beautiful, chilly night in the mist of New York City. The streets and sidewalks were covered with busy business men, taxis, and bikers. The building lights complimented the dark sky as snow begun to rain down. There sat a special teenage couple on top of the tallest building in the city to spend quality time together after a long day.

Away from the crowd, Peter was lost in his daydream until a soft voice brought him back to reality. Y/N was just explaining about her test results in Chemistry class. “That’s great, Y/N,” he shot her a genuine smile, praising her for her hard work. He knew how much effort she put into acing that test. Remembering stalking her from her window some nights and watched her drown herself with hot tea and loaded study sheets. Peter was still in his Spider-Man suit that was finally patched up after a fight with some thugs as his mask was resting upon Y/N’s brown book bag. Peter leaned against his left hand that was behind him for support as he used his free hand to move back the strand of hair that was swaying in front of Y/N’s face. Forgetting the conversation they had, they got lost in each other’s love filling eyes. At the same time, both leaned in for a long, gentle kiss. Y/N cupped Peter’s cheeks as he caressed her silky hair, eyes closed to mesmerize the feel of their lips.

“Peter,” Y/N broke the kiss but were still inches away from each other’s tinted red faces. Peter said nothing as a signal for Y/N to continue what she wanted to express what was in her mind. “Promise me something...” she slid her hand down from his cheek to his chest where she was able to clearly feel his racing heartbeat. Her eyes were still closed, focusing on everything she’s feeling around her. From his comforting heartbeat to the snow that fell on top of her nose, not noticing Peter’s gaze again.

“No matter what happens, we’ll always find our way back to each other.” She whispered ever so gently, only for him to hear. Her heart fluttered, almost making her high. Despite being together for nearly 2 years, each day her love always reset for him, but stronger. She opened her eyes slowly and locked eyes with a soft pair.

Peter loved to make promises to Y/N, especially when he knows he can keep it. He couldn’t help but kiss her once again, this time was more aggressive. His right hand cupped her blushed cheek as hers was still connected to his chest. Y/N moaned softly as Peter had easy access to slip his tongue in to connect with hers. Both tongues were dancing and twirling together in unison as saliva dripped from both of the corner of their lips.

Peter finally pulled away for a breather but leaned his forehead against Y/N’s. “I promise you.” Peter smiled and rubbed his forehead against hers. “Nothing... not even this universe will take me away from you, baby.” With that, Y/N teared up with relief as she received the reassurance she longed for.

Everyday was a new adventure for Peter and with each battle he had to fight, it was always a burden for his girlfriend. Even if she knew that he was out to run errands or was working, she couldn’t help but expect the worse to come. Curse her overthinking thoughts. All she could do at the end of the day was pray and hope that her beloved Spider-Man was safe or coming home alive. Even though it pained Y/N to see him hurt in any way, she promised him that she was his safe spot.

Most days throughout the week, Peter would always run back to Y/N’s window to get patched up. She was like a personal nurse for him, thanks to her father who was a doctor at their central hospital.

He would never be able to understand the position he placed her in but he did all he could to protect her physically and emotionally as much as possible. This was just another night to do so. As he noticed the relief from Y/N’s shoulders, he sat up and pulled her onto his lap. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, fiddling with his slightly sweaty hair while his large hands gripped her waist securely.

It was just the two of them, minds not worrying about the next test to pass or who to fight against. They paused their reality to care for each other, each second was spent as if it were their last.

“God, you’re so beautiful...”

~

How did it get to this?

“Y/N. Baby, please...” Peter was standing besides his lover’s lifeless body that was dangling from the web that Peter tried to catch her with. He carefully lifted her up and ripped off the web. In complete denial of what was in front of him, he smiled. “It’s okay, you’re fine...” he cradled her like a baby as his tears freely flowed down his face, landing onto Y/N’s pale face. “Wake up, Y/N. Talk to me, everything is fine now... everything is... f...” he fell to his knees, arms still tightly wrapped around her frail body. He took off his mask and threw it along with the rubble. Nuzzling his face against Y/N’s neck, he finally broke. Gripping onto a chunk of her hair and waist, he choked onto her elegant scent that burned his throat. Crying out a scream, he pleaded her to open her eyes, giving him any sign that she wasn’t in fact dead.

“I promise you, we’ll find our way back to each other...”

~

“Ned, you got this!” The overwhelmed teen was in between his two girl friends who were encouraging him to use the magic that was stolen from none other than Dr. Strange. Peter trusted his best friend with the magical ring and it was his first time putting it to use. All three had their hearts pounding as the power they possessed were within their hands for the first time.

Ned gulped and squeezed his eyes shut, swaying his hands in a circle in front of him as he chanted loudly, “I wish we could just see Peter!”

With that, a circular sparkling portal unraveled in front of them successfully. His Lola was hiding beside a cabinet in fear as the three stood stationary, squinting their eyes to examine who was on the other side of the portal. “Is that Peter?” MJ asked in a mutter as Ned waved his hand a little. It was a dark eerie alley and there stood a familiar Spider-Man. Although this wasn’t their Spider-Man, the design on their suit was completely different compared to the one their used to seeing. This stranger was also more tall and their posture was more leaned in compared to their Peter who had a stiff and straight posture.

“I think that’s Peter?” Y/N was hesitant as MJ began to call him over. “Peter... h-hey, Peter!”

“Peter, over here!” Ned assumed it was his best friend and signaled his hands to come towards them. MJ and Ned’s smile dropped as the stranger jumped into their side of the portal and had a clear view of what they actually looked like. “Uh- you’re not Peter.” Ned pointed out the obvious as the stranger took off their mask.

The exposed man held his hands out as a gesture to tell them that he means no harm. The man seemed to be in his early 20s, judging by his mature yet young features. His hair was slightly long, colored as a chocolaty brown. It was messy and wet, assuming it to be caused by the sweat that he collected underneath the mask. A few small injury marks were plastered on the bottom side of his chin and temple, both new and old. “AH!” The Lola screamed and hid more behind the cabinet for safety as MJ yelled, demanding to know who he was right that instant.

“Woah woah woah!” He failed to dodge the pieces of bread that was being thrown at him by MJ. “I’m Spider-Man... from my world. I mean I was just around and about back there,” he pointed at the portal behind him, “but yesterday I was just... here.” The room went silent. All eyes were on the so called Spider-Man but where was his eyes on? MJ and Ned raised a brow, following his widened eyes. What could have possibly grabbed his attention so intriguingly during a time like this? It was just a normal dining room.

Y/N and Spider-Man locked eyes for what felt like a century, so long it felt like time stopped once again. Y/N stood still, not afraid but rather confused and dumbfounded.

“You uh... know her?” Ned broke the silence but Spider-Man dared not to break his eye contact. “Y/N...” he finally spoke with a mutter, just enough for all of them to listen. After hearing him call out her name, her mind raced even faster with unanswered questions. She was too stunned that she just kept silent, that wasn’t until he decided to walk up to her to which it felt like it was in slow motion. She was still frozen just like the rest who was just watching the scene play out.

“Is that really you?” He dropped his mask on the floor and cupped her cheeks gently. Feeling the cold fabric of his suit, it sent down a wild electric spark within her that she couldn’t explain. So much that the both of them felt it yet it was left to be unspoken of.

“How do you know her?” MJ asked, preventing the tension from rising. “Oh- uhm,” the man stuttered and took a few steps back away from Y/N, quickly apologizing to her and examined his surroundings. He picked back up his mask and continued to walk around, fiddling with it. “Wait... so what you just did there was like, magic?” He asked while mimicking his hands gestures, looking at Ned. “Yea, it runs in the family.” He smirked and adjusted his jacket. MJ rolled her eyes as she interrogated the so called Spider-Man he claimed to be. “What’s your name?” She started off as the portal closed, facing their bodies towards the man.

“Peter, Peter Parker.” He finally introduced himself but caused a few brows to rise. “Prove it,” MJ raised her chin up to look intimidating. This time, Peter raised a questionable brow. “You know... shoot a web of crawl on the ceiling.” MJ threw out ideas on how to prove his identity. “I guess just dangle from the ceiling, we wouldn’t want a lot of fingerprints up there.” Y/N giggled softly to which Peter’s heart skipped a beat. He immediately obeyed and hopped up with his fingertips sticking on top of the ceiling. “I’m not buying it, walk on the ceiling.” MJ stubbornly demanded as Peter’s lips curved from side to side. “Mm, this seems believable.” The two went back and forth until Ned’s Lola spoke in Tagalog.

“Linis mo yung kisame,” she ordered to which Ned had to translate. “Oh, she wants you to get those webs over there in the corner.” Ned pointed in the direction where Peter had to walk to. On the floor of course since he remembered how Y/N suggested not to leave prints. Jumping back and sticking on the ceiling to swap out the webs, he muffled with his mask still in his mouth. “We good?” He asked again as he took his mask out his mouth. “Yeaaaa...” MJ said hesitantly. “I guess we are.” Peter landed back onto the floor gently and was satisfied with how he somehow gained their trust.

“So the multi universe is real?” He asked, dying to gain a clarifying answer. “It is,” Y/N decided to answer with a one side smile as he shot one back. “Knew it,” he pumped his fist up a little in victory. “How are we gonna tell Peter about this...” Ned slumped down to a nearby dining chair as MJ threw another piece of bread at the other Peter who didn’t bother to dodge this time. Y/N on the other hand dozed off into her own mind, filled with questions and concerns about who this Peter Parker was and what his deal was with her.

~

On top of the rooftop that MJ and Peter always spent their time together, there only sits a lonely Spider-Man. Fighting off the urge to cry after a long unfinished battle to which he lost his dear Aunt May through the process. His tears finally fell as he felt three bodies hovering over him for a comforting group hug. “It’s all my fault.” He cried as he held all their hands together as one. MJ and Y/N were on opposite sides as Ned stood on his knees from behind. They all said nothing, allowing Peter to freely let out his bottled up emotions.

“There’s uhm... some people who wants to meet you.” MJ finally spoke up as they all stood on their feet, giving Peter space as he jumped up in a defensive position. There came two Spider-Men jumping down from the rooftop of another building. As they landed on an edge, standing on opposite sides, Peter examined them and understood just who they were. Judging from their suits, of course. “Look, I’m sorry for dragging you guys into this place but it’s about time you go back to where you came from.” Peter explained and dove right into the point, not giving anyone any time to properly introduce themselves.

“I tried to save them but I obviously can’t. They’re from your worlds, right?” Peter looked out in the distance as if the villains were in sight and looked back at the two silent men. “I’m sorry but I have to put an end to this, even if it means you have to finish them off again. I have no part in this anymore.” Peter explained in defeat as all eyes held pity for him. “I’m sorry about your Aunt May, I understand what you’re going-“ The oldest Peter was cut off. “Don’t say you know what I’m going through, you have no clue...” The beat up Peter spat as his chest felt heavy from the overwhelming burden.

“Right before she died, she told you something, didn’t she.” The oldest Peter already knew the answer and continued. The first Peter met his gaze in question. “With great power...” The oldest Peter started to which the other Peter finished off with a light smile. “Comes great responsibility.”

“How do you...” Peter was caught off guard as they both restated the same quote that his Aunt May wisely said before she passed. “My Uncle Ben said the same exact thing before he died...” he explained. “Same here...” the other Peter joined in.

“I lost good people in my life. Trust me, I know what you’re going through...” The third Peter sighed as he felt a familiar painful tightness in his chest, looking down at his feet. “All three of us must’ve lost our Uncle Ben but, except yours was Aunt May...” The oldest Peter nodded as the other looked down to grieve a bit more, trying to avoid eye contact. “Not only that, I lost the only person who stood by my side, even after I lost my family. She was the only one who balanced my Peter life, reminding me that I’m not just a hero who’s only purpose was to protect his people. She reminded me how to live my life as Peter Parker...” explaining his story with stutters in between, he could feel the flashbacks rushing through.

Locking eyes with the dumbfounded Y/N once again, she gulped. “Y/N was her name... she was my uhm... she was my MJ,” The third and first Peter looked back at each other with pure emotion of sorrow and pain sparkling in their orbs. “I couldn’t save her and after that, I wasn’t the same. Even after I tried, I ended up giving up, I eventually stopped throwing my punches.” The third Peter felt the same conflicted anger that he expressed toward himself the past few years after his greatedt loss. “But I remember all the promises I not only made for my Y/N, but for myself.” Y/N couldn’t help but blush, even though he wasn’t talking about her specifically, but another her from a different universe.

She couldn’t believe that another her was dating another Spider-Man. It was the last thing she ever expected in life and she didn’t know how to react. She was still trying to figure out what that shock was that she felt the second she felt Peter’s touch. “Listen, what you’re going through isn’t what you want but it should be what you need. Spider-Man can’t always grab ahold of the situation all the time and prevent it from falling with his webs. Sometimes, we have to be reminded that we can only do so much... and that we can’t always save everyone.” MJ walked up behind her Peter and wrapped an arm around his to which she hugged for comfort.

“He’s right, it’s a difficult truth that us Spider-Men have to accept... but I always remember what my Uncle Ben told me. I can’t put anyone’s lives I couldn’t save into vain.” Peter clenched his fists and look own at the ground, debating which path to take. He then sighed and nodded, smiling almost as he finally picked the card he wanted to play. “You’re right.”

~

Throughout their time in the lab, the third Peter couldn’t help but feel distracted by his thoughts and a certain Y/N that was across the room from him, helping the second Peter. Even though it was obvious she held no serious feelings for him, Peter three couldn’t help but feel a jealous tingle travel down his veins. They were chatting about the situation they were in but the rest of the conversation was muffled. He huffed but distracted himself from his nerves by continuing to tinker with his device that was meant to control one of his villains.

“So the uh, the other Peter.” Peter two started off, making Y/N glance at the said Peter who she caught staring at her. Both quickly looking away, Y/N nodded to play it off. “He seems to have some interesting background with you- or well you know,” he curved his lips down and moved his head left to right a bit. “Yea,” Y/N caught on, awkwardly giggling a bit. “Who would’ve thought,” Y/N glanced back at him once more before looking at the second Peter and leaned in. “Should I check up on him?” She whispered, making him chuckle as he grabbed a test tube on his right. “I’m sure you have some questions for him, now seems like the time to get those answers.” He encouraged as he smiled at her, giving her a nod of approval.

Taking in a deep breath, embracing herself for what’s about to go down, she stood from her stool and walked toward to Peter three. He felt her presence getting closer from behind but played it off. Mixing in some serum, he heard an empty stool next to him being occupied by none other than the person he wishes to be with right now. “Hey,” he greeted, looking up to acknowledge her before quickly going back to work. In his mind, he only scream at himself, pressuring him to calm his racing heart, almost convinced that she could hear it. “Hi,” she greeted back with a soft voice.

Leaning in a bit to observe, she was close enough to where he was able to smell her oh too familiar scent. It almost made him faint and he couldn’t control the split second of mixed emotion. Relief, sadness, excitement, anger toward himself, and lust. He pushed that thought away immediately and as steadily as he could, poured in a measured amount of substance into his tube.

“Relax,” Y/N cooed as she rubbed Peter’s back, shocking the two of them with the same spark. It took a few seconds until she noticed him not shaking as much anymore, making her praise herself for calming her Spider-Man. “I want to apologize,” Y/N started off as she removed her hand from his back, almost making him frown from the distance again. “For what happened to your... Y/N.” Both her hands were balled into awkward fists, laying them onto her lap. Y/N couldn’t tell if she said the right thing, let alone believe if it was even okay to bring up such a sensitive topic for him.

She grew anxious but a quiet sigh was escaped as she watched Peter placed down his device and screwdriver down. She gulped as he turned his body toward her so they were properly facing one another. Both took in their well defined features and any unspoken words that could be written on their faces.

Peter’s expression was as if he’s seen an angel whereas Y/N looked at him as if he knew him already. Their eyes were sparkling with admiration. Peter let his lips smile as wide as they wanted while Y/N shot him a gentle one. “You know... you dress and act the same as my Y/N.” He explained, drawing her in as her curiosity increased. “If I may ask, what was that promise you made with her?” She tilted her head as his heart skipped for a second, melting at how adorable she acted.

He chuckled and closed his eyes for a second as a faint flashback of that night on the rooftop appeared. It was such a bittersweet memory he cherished within. “I made a promise to her- or you... uhm, that no matter what we encountered together, we’d always find our way back to each other.” He almost choked as his eyes began to water. He immediately turned back to his device as he chuckled to play it off. “Sorry sorry,” he apologized as Y/N couldn’t help but jerk her body up a bit, tensed by the way he reacted. “D-don’t be sorry! Like you and Peter two said, you can’t always save everyone. It wasn’t your fault, I’m sure she chose to be with you until the end out of free will. You both did all you could for each other until the end.” She became bold enough to place a hand above his own, and there it was once again.

Spark

Y/N flinched obviously noticeable, making Peter cup her hand that was on top of his other. Concerned, he looked up at her to find her squeezing her eyes shut and her right hand rubbing her temple. ‘What was that?’ Y/N mentally questioned until she woke back up to reality from Peter’s voice. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” Everyone now has their eyes on the two. “What’s wrong Y/NN?” Peter one asked as MJ frowned in concern along with Ned and Peter two. “Oh, I’m okay. Sorry, just a sudden migraine. I’m going to get some water real quick.” Y/N stood up, hands now free from Peter’s grasp. As much as she wanted to stay, she had another blurred vision to which it made her wobble a bit. “Let me accompany you.” Peter three suggested but Y/N insisted since they were working on a time crunch.

“We can’t waste any time, I’ll be okay.” Y/N reassured as she exited out the silent room. Peter three stood there as he watched the door close. She was still the same Y/N, always understanding and considerate. Part of him always got slightly frustrated each time she rejected his aid. He always wanted to be a shoulder she could lean on unconditionally but the way she was hard to get sometimes in his world was what made him fall for her even harder.

Everyone gave her the benefit of the doubt that she would be okay but she had been out long enough for Peter three to finish his device. “I’m going to check on Y/N, the device is complete.” Peter one and two nodded as one of them walked over to collect his antidote. “We just need another 10 minutes and everything will be prepared.” Peter one gave Peter three a heads up who nodded in response and rushed out to find his Y/N.

With Y/N, she was in a unisex restroom. The dim light was above her as she leaned against the marble counter. The sink was running which was therapeutic for her as she tried to keep herself calm from the uncontrolled memories that were unwrapping in her aching head.

“Peter, promise me...”

“I love you, Y/NN.”

Laughter

A familiar face

Smiles

A familiar voice

“God, you’re so beautiful...”

“Who are you...” Y/N muttered as she slumped down to the wall beside her, water still running. “Y/N?” Peter barged in and ran toward her. Going on his knees and gripping her hands with enough pressure. There it was again, but clearer. The blurred vision was him, it was him all along. That voice too, was hers. “Baby?” Y/N unconsciously blurted, something about her tone wasn’t hers though. Peter’s eyes widen in disbelief. “What did you just say?” He muttered to himself. “Peter, is everything okay?” Y/N switched back as one eye was closed, rubbing the side of her head that ached even more by the second.

“N-nothing... I finished up and wanted to check on you. You were out for some time already.” He explained half truthfully. “I see, and the rest?” Y/N controlled her breathing through her headache as she tried to carry a conversation. “About 7 more minutes.” He checked the clock that was hanging from the wall behind him. “7 minutes for what?” The question made him spin his head back toward the girl in front of him in a flash. “I have a headache... did we drink or something?” Y/N lightly joked until she raised a brow at the flabbergasted Spider-Man. “What’s wrong, baby?” She removed her hand from her temple and placed it onto his own.

With that, he lost control of himself and cupped the back of her head with hs left hand, pulling her in for a passionate and longing kiss. “Mm-“ Peter kissed Y/N accordingly, making sure he felt every centimeter of her soft lips that tasted a familiar vanilla. She went along with it which lasted for a solid 1 minute. Both pulled back for cold air while their foreheads connected. Panting, they focused on the feel of their bodies shvivering with unsure emotion. Y/N stuttered. “U-uhm, Peter-“ Y/N gulped. “You’re a-a uh, little close.” Peter quickly collected himself and backed off until the door opened. “Hey, we’re ready.” Ned came in as the two faced him. “Are you okay now, Y/NN?” Ned walked up to her, helping her stand. “It doesn’t hurt as much anymore, I’m fine.” Y/N reassured as Peter coughed to grab their attention. “We should probably get going then.” He suggested as the two nodded and followed behind him to the lab.

Y/N kept quiet about how her lips tasted of someone else’s saliva. She didn’t understand why it tasted that way to begin with but she had other things to worry about. The upcoming battle. “We’re ready!” Ned yelled as everyone was pacing around the room to finish last minute errands. “Y/NN, you okay?” MJ asked as she cupped her cheeks tightly like a concerned big sister. “Yea, you have the box?” She asked as MJ left her cheeks a pink shade and grabbed the box beside her on the counter.

All Peters explained to each other how the devices work and a rundown of who was going to do what once it begins. “MJ,” Peter one called out for her as they moved to the side of the room to have a short chat. They seemed to be having an intimate moment while Ned and Peter two were talking about his best friend who he had to kill. Ned couldn’t help but run over to his Peter. Interrupting his sweet talk with MJ for a bear hug, he cried out about how he wouldn’t kill him. Peter three had his eyes glued with Y/N, walking up to her. “You’re going to do amazing.” She comforted him.

“You think so?” He needed the reassurance and the only person who can fill that void was her. “I believe so,” she smiled and cupped his cheek. There it was yet again, another spark. “Do you feel it?” He finally asked in a mutter, catching her off guard. “You feel it too?” Her voice hitched. He smiled and cupped her cheeks as well. “I promise to come back.” Something about that promise seemed as if she heard that before, from the same exact voice. Her heart was beating so fast, she could almost hear it fall out of her ears.

“Alright, guys! Let’s get this show on the road.” Peter one shouted who had a crying Ned clinging onto him.

“Do you really promise?” That was the first time Y/N had ever questioned Peter’s promises and all he could do was move the strand of hair that fell in front of her behind her ear and kissed the top of her forehead. “Trust me, baby.” Peter immediately ran off into the open portal, following the two other Peters from behind. Peter glanced at his baffled soulmate once more before turning back around to hide his smirk.

Who knows what Y/N was feeling. A Peter Parker from a different universe is supposedly her boyfriend. She also carried memories that weren’t hers but were coming from a different her. Of course even with words to explain, it still didn’t make any sense. That was the least of her worries though. Her headache, familiar memories, and anxiety were the last things she was concerned about. Her only focus was her Peter. He had to come back to her safely, he promised.

“Oh Peter...”

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A/N: ANNNND- that concludes this part of Universal Ties <3 what do you think of it? It’s currently 2:44am and I have work soon. I could’ve pushed back my editing time to later but I was determined!!! Would you like a part two??? <3

[princessluv11]

Joker’s Little Queen

^Chapter 1^

A/N : Hi my sweet dolls, it’s my first time posting my fanfic here and I’m so excited. I love psychopathic men and one that has all the character traits are none other than 𝒥𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒱𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓀𝒶 from “Gotham”. I hope you relax and enjoy my story~

Summary ~ Getting bullied at school, being a victim in child abuse from your drunken parents who doesn’t act how a normal loving couple should, and being lost in depression was enough to say that your entire life is disastrous. People believe that one can change your entire life, oh how they couldn’t be more correct when a certain maniac enters your life.

Pairing ~ Jerome Valeska x Reader

W A R N I N G ~ This story contains sexual content, murder, alcohol, graphic description, abuse, depression/suicide attempt

~ Useful Tips ~

Y/N = Your Name

Y/L/N = Your Last Name

S/C = Skin Color

E/C = Eye Color

H/C = Hair Color

H/L = Hair Length

F/C = Favorite Color

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In Gotham City, it was always filled with daily crime, from stealing to vandalism to even murder. After living in the hell hole your whole life, it wasn’t a surprise to you, but it did scare you to think that one of the killers would one day come to your room and stab you in the throat. You had everything to be scared of; school, parents, murders, even the place you sleep in. You aren’t the type to be strong and brave, no . . . You were the complete opposite.

Due to lack of food in your system, you were petite and since you didn’t know how to protect yourself from danger, you would have bruises all over your fragile body. You were ashamed to even go outside so you stayed in your room where you’d isolate yourself from the cruel world.

It was a regular Thursday morning, and you awoke to the light illuminating directly towards your face. You’d usually wake up to shouting but since it was quiet, it must be because they’re out cheating on each other. It’s always a blessing to be home alone, so you could dress in peace without having to rush and avoid your heartless parents.

You actually didn’t like to call them as parents. Parents are to love their children no matter what and be responsible for the family that they had created, and it was just something they never did.

After you dried your hair from a cold shower, you searched for your clean uniform that you stole from the school’s lost and found since your old pair was torn and had no money to pay for a new one. First you slipped on your matching black bra and panties that had a pretty design that you sewed out yourself after sneakily watching a worker from the sewing shop on your free time.

After getting into your uniform, you grabbed your bag and headed to the kitchen to get any leftovers that your “parents” wasted. When you finished eating, you put on your flats and began to go to school.

The city is always in such a gloomy, cold weather so you had an extra sweater on. On your way to school, you could hear yelling and glass breaking, but you just kept your nose to yourself. You surely didn’t want to put yourself into more trouble. While walking, you’d take your own path. You’re like a ghost, you don’t like to expose yourself out in the open, instead you take routes through the alleyways where you aren’t noticeable. You knew all the alleyways from heart, so when you had to steal, you knew your way around.

It took 10 minutes to get to school and when you finally arrived to your home class, you were preparing for the worst today. High school nowadays are just filled with sex and drugs, and it disgusted you but another side told you that it would be fun and that you should try it out. Of course you beat your immature side and acted more responsible for your actions, yet again your curious side just wouldn’t shut up.

You had a good spot in the class to sit at, it was at the back next to the window where you could see a leafless tree with the foggy sky. Doodling in your notebook, a group of kids came in. They were murmuring at once so it was difficult to understand what they were talking about. As they sat near you, curiosity killed the cat so you were focusing more on the gossip than your drawing. Of course you had your head down and kept your pencil moving so it wouldn’t be so suspicious that you were eavesdropping.

“I can’t believe they escaped, now we’re all doomed!” A guy dramatically said while a girl rolled her eyes. “They’re the most craziest back in the investigation case, my father said that one of them killed their own mother.” The girl explained. “I heard that one of them eats human girls.” A boy said while gesturing his hands out at a girl as if he was going to eat her. “Out of them all, The Joker is the scariest. I saw him once in the news and he just had this creepy smile.” Another joined in while rubbing their arms from the goosebumps they had.

‘More criminals? When will this ever end . . .’ You then wondered in your mind. ‘Joker? I never heard of him before.’ You kept wondering who this popular unstable guy was but you got drawn back to reality when the bell rang. More kids took their seat as the teacher hurriedly walked in with an overfilled briefcase.

“Good morning children, please turn your English textbooks to 584.” He greeted when he finished organizing his desk and started writing on the chalkboard.

You sighed and turned to a clean page in your notebook and to the given page. Even when you were writing down notes, the back of your head just kept trying to figure out who this mystery boy was.

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It was now lunch time and you knew what was there waiting for you. You were heading to the cafeteria to at least get one fruit to eat but as soon as you made it there, the “mean girls” stopped your tracks with a disgusted look on their faces. “Well if you look over here, Miss.Piggy!” The head of the group announced sarcastically as her minions laughed along.

Her name was Bethy Ozley. She’s been bullying you since the 4th grade, for no reason. She was the rich girl in the school and not to mention the main whore in the world. Her new so called boyfriend popped up beside her. Sliding an arm around her waist and pulled her into a sloppy kiss. You rolled your eyes and tried to get away from them but she held her arm in your way for you to stay.

After the kiss, she looked at you while her boyfriend was kissing her neck. “What worthless piece of shit like you are doing today? Scavenging in the dumpster with your imaginary friends?” She laughed along with everyone who heard. You were the sensitive type so you started tearing up but tried so hard to not let it fall down.

“Aw, are you going to oink you pathetic pig?” She snorted as her boyfriend stopped kissing her and laughed. Everyone began to gather around to see the daily bullying while you looked down.

“I have something for you.” She pulled out a fresh apple from her purse and rolled it around her hand, looking at you mischievously. “Do you want it?” She asked and you had to answer or else she’d snap so you nodded. Even when you could get another one yourself, you had no way out of this situation. “Okay.” She smirked and held it out for you, so you slowly tried to grab it but as soon as you could even touch the fruit, she pulled it away. “Then you’ll have to earn it.” She said, as you gulped a lump in your throat. You couldn’t run away but to play her daily games. “Oink, little piggy.” She giggled evily and you stood on your ground shakily. Soon, everyone chanted “Oink, Oink, Oink!”

Losing patience, she yelled out “Do it!” and you stiffened, feeling the tears falling down as you quietly did as told. “Louder, you bitch!” You oinked a bit louder between your sobs and everyone laughed at you. You just wanted this to end. After she was satisfied, she dropped the apple on the floor as a kid pushed you along with it. You stared at it, and stopped doing as you were told to do. “Good job, Miss.Piggy!” She congratulated and soon stomped on the Apple. “Enjoy your food.” She waved as everyone kept laughing and split the crowd apart. You just stayed there and cried until the bell rang for class. Gathering all your energy, you ran to class with embarrassment.

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As soon as the bell rang in the end of class, you ran out of the school to the next hell hole. You took your path back the worn out apartment slowly, trying to calm yourself down before having to deal with the alcoholics. You were sick and tired of what life threw at you, and you knew wishes don’t come true but it was nice to dream.

When you turned to the next corner, you spotted a figure stabbing a lady in the face continuously with a laugh that sent shivers down your entire body. You were in fear that you would get caught so you slowly backed away until you stepped on a broken glass bottle that made enough noise to grab the man’s attention. ‘C-crap...’ you panicked but was frozen in your stance. He stabbed the lady’s face once more before getting up and slowly walked towards you as if he was ready to prey on you any moment.

He kept walking and you backed away until you were glued onto the brick wall. Feeling his eyes staring deep into yours, you gripped on the strap of your bag as if your life depended on it. When he was close enough for you to see his face, your eyes widen with not just fear but adoration.

His red hair was neatly slicked back with only a strand of hair dangling down on the side of his face, his skin was pale and had a few drops of blood on his cheeks, as his diamond like eyes were filled with crazy emotion. He was taller than you and had a well built body. He was wearing some white and black stripped uniform that was stained with more blood. The male seemed to look around your age also. All you did was stay stationary as you looked back into his eyes that you felt could get lost in forever.

It was quiet and he kept that wide smile on his lips as he leaned his right arm on the wall, hovering over you as his face was inches away from yours. He lifted his left hand that was holding the knife and placed it underneath your chin, moving it upward for you to properly face him.

“Hi gorgeous~”

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A/N : Did you like it??? If so then please like and comment what you think, and please send in requests because I’ll be more than happy to accept. Do you guys want chapter 2??? Hehehe

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