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The Protagonist Delusion - Chapter One

AU thingy...?

its where the protags and antags (the redeemed ones anyway) don't make up and both parties think the others are just like dumbass bitches and so on

idk it's basically the antagonists club but angsty

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victim settled down in zir usual seat, a beige folding chair with a lemon yellow threadbare cushion. Something about the old thing brought zir comfort. Ze messed with the collar on zir suit, let out the breath ze hadn't realized ze was holding, and waited for the rest of zir... group to come.

victim knew that the first would arrive any minute.

victim was good at sensing patterns and schedules and such.

Sure enough, within the next minute, victim heard the quiet tap, tap, tapping of light footsteps. Guest 1 had arrived right on time.

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One-size-too-big untied Converse shoes leave wet, muddy prints in an erratic trail of footprints that were really only the front of the foot. The wearer glanced back and with tired eyes, scanned the area behind them. They'd have to clean up the footprints on the way out. They checked one more time to make sure there was no other damage from their clumsy stagger inside and once cleared, they continued on to their destination, clutching the fuzzy, patched-together plush frog in their arms and dragging their feet more than they would've liked to. Letting out an utterly exhausted sigh, they turned the handle on the door, which opened with a faint click.

They hesitantly took one step in. The sight of victim's skinny, patchy form sitting still (almost too still) and rigid in zir old chair gave the visitor some relief. They were at least awake enough to get to the right place. They sat down wordlessly in their designated spot, a decently sized chair covered with pale rose colored faux fur. They curled up on it, letting their loose-fitting hoodie touch their skin.

They had been so cold.

"Welcome, Purple," victim said dryly. "Having a good morning?"

Purple looked up and let their face answer victim's question.

Black streaks of watered-down mascara started from their eyes and went all the way down their neck. They had tried to put the little bit of makeup on to look more put-together and like they didn't currently have a migraine, but life had a way of interfering with their plans. Purple's thick, wavy, deep violet hair fell into their face over their left eye,the pink one that matched the chair they were sitting in, making them look even more disheveled. They were running on nothing but caffeine and it showed. They attempted a smile, which turned out looking more like they were in pain, before laying back and resting their head on the side of the chair, holding their little frog close to their face.

victim gave Purple a look somewhere between sympathy and pity before seeming to zone out, staring right through them. Zir light blue eyes looked a bit grayer as ze blankly stared at the wall, zir posture still very still and rigid, frozen in place. Zir mind wasn't still though. Ze was counting down the seconds until the next ones arrived.

"What happened here?" a voice asked, the person observing the messy array of half footprints. The other person beside them shrugged and folded up the umbrella he was holding. The two glanced at each other, briefly making awkward eye contact before moving on toward the room they were reluctantly going to.

"Dark coming later..? By himself?"

The visitor didn't answer. Just opened the door with "a.meeting" written on a ripped piece of notebook paper taped to it.

Purple looked up at the two people standing idly in the doorway. "Hey Chosen, where's your stupid?" they asked playfully. Purple paused for a moment before addressing the other. "MT," they mumbled with a small nod. MT nodded in reply and sat down in another folding chair, this one a dark gray. Chosen haltingly stepped toward what used to be a leather chair. victim gave him a perplexed look and motioned for him to sit down. Chosen glared at zir and did as he was instructed. A few moments passed before Purple's voice broke the awkward silence.

"So now we wait," they said casually. They got a couple nods and a "m-hm" from the comment.

"Well, goodnight, idiots," Purple added, bringing back the snarky attitude the others knew and... tolerated. With that, they closed their eyes to try to get about 20 minutes of sleep.

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Dark didn't really mind that Chosen had left without him. He enjoyed coming to the meetings fashionably late. He had only regretted it once: the first day, when Purple had ended up getting the best seat. That day, Chosen and Dark had come together.

Dark ignored the small sting of abandonment and went to get ready for the day. He grabbed the outfit he had laid out the night previous (Chosen's idea) and went to go change in the bathroom.

Staring into his coal-black eyes in the mirror, Dark unbraided his hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. He smiled at himself, his fangs glinting in the half-decent lighting. As he left, he flicked the light switch down, still smiling for... some reason.

Dark strolled into the kitchen nonchalantly and opened the painted wood cupboard. He went through all the jars, his black-and-red acrylic nails tapping the top of each one, before eventually picking out a small jar of bloodred jelly and sitting down at the table.

Determined to be a menace to society, Dark ripped the bagel into four pieces and dipped it into the jelly.

After screwing around for a bit, he decided to finally go to the meeting. He had waited long enough.

The entrance place was a mess. This was surprising, considering victim was usually very neat and meticulous with... well, everything. Dark shed his raincoat, leaving it at the doorway. He took his sweet time getting to the "a.meeting" door before opening it a crack and kicking it open the rest of the way.

"You're 30.. 33 minutes late," victim told Dark, eyeing him sternly.

Dark shrugged. "Tell me something interesting."

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A/N: 990 WORD COUNT?? :sob:

last fic i posted here, i was excited about 600 :')

anygays, thanks for reading

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