Twisted Wonderland scenarios

N.O. F.U.N. (Floyd x reader)

((Floyd Leech x Genderless reader.
Requested by KittyJaeger ))

((I don't own Twisted Wonderland. Credits to their respective authors))
((MILD SPOILER ALERT ⚠️: This shot takes place in middle of episode 5 in the game.))

Nothing was going the way they wanted it. Nothing could ever go the way they wanted! But out of all the things that couldn't go the way Y/n wanted them to go... what was now the reason of their stress?

Everything started with Vil choosing their two best friends, Ace and Deuce for the VDC event representing the NRC along with a pretty boy named Epel, the extravagant right hand man of Pomefiore, Rook, and of course, the Scarabia duo of Kalim and Jamil.

Yes, that was the team...
still...
somehow
SOME WAY
Y/n and Grimm were now working along with them EVEN THOUGH THEY WEREN'T EVEN GOING TO DANCE!

The past weeks Ramshackle's prefect had to live with the whole disastrous team under Vil's order and wishes. Yes it was fun and kept their mind away from the strange dreams the y/e/c eyed had been having lately but...
the pressure, the schedule, the disapproving looks from Vil, the rage inside both Epel and Deuce, Ace's unnecessary comments, and little things with Kalim, Jamil and Rook.... Y/n felt overwhelmed... and more in that afternoon after Epel exploded in front of everyone and Vil made him bite the dust. Then Deuce exploded, Ace opened his mouth, and at the end both Deuce and Epel just ran out of the practice room.
That was the last drop of patience Y/n had for the week.

— "I'm going out too." They declared already making their way to the door.

- "You can't jus-!" Vil wasn't going to let another one run away like that.

— "Hell yes I can, Vil! Actually I want everyone to take an hour break!" Their response made everyone shut up and hold their breath.
- "Who do you think you are talking to-!" Vil was interrupted once more.

— "If you want to beat me up like if I was a Pomefiore student go ahead! But God knows I'm not dealing with your BS for at very least a fucking hour, you heard me?!"
No one said a word.

The muggle walked out in rage with their footsteps showing it. They exited Pomefiore's territory and made their way to the library.

As they walked, Y/n tried to come up with some way to deal with this stress and get everyone together at the same time. They scratched the nearest parts of their brain searching for an answer to every little thing that made the representative team so messed up, from Epel's traumas about his appearance to Vil's sour attitude towards the 'potatoes'.
*Ahhhhh!* they wanted to punch everyone in their way and break a wall!

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No good. Not even the quiet library could bring the human prefect any kind of peace of mind. On the contrary! The more silence it surrounded them, the bigger their necessity to come up with a solution for the team's problems became.

"Bullsh*t, bullsh*t, and more motherf*cking bullsh*t!" The frustration got out the best of the poor adolescent to the point his curses went from silent thoughts to loud voices.
— "Shut it!"
- "Shut your hole!"
— "Shh!"
— "Shut up, we are trying to study here."

A wild bunch of attacks came from the bookworms and the students who were desperate to safe their hopeless semesters. Y/n knew they had every right to get angry at them and be hostile but... why did they feel so sentimental and affected by that?!
— "Oh, great.." they whispered as they felt the tears of frustration come done from their eyes to their chin. They hated to cry in public but there were times like this one when the poor muggle couldn't keep the frustration inside.