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♕depressed!male!Reader X Mask♕

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IMAGINE: Your a depressed boy, who trys over and over again, to win a battle. Soon you wanted to give up, but one last hope is here for you: Mask-Kun, from the Manga!
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{Y/N}'s POV

It was action in battlefield right now.
I was with two teams in the Turf War, or
rather the map: Humpback Pump Track.

We were in the middle of it and I doubt more and more about myself. What I mean by that is logical ... My weapon, the {F/W}, which I've always admired, like a master, is really down the drain and getting worse and worse.

I have no idea why and besides, I have not won a game for days, for weeks or should I say for months...

Now, statistically speaking, I'm probably one of the worst in the world and becoming more and more depressive.

Oh, what I just noticed, the game was over and I bet again lost.

"I knew it ..." I thought with lowered eyebrows and sadly left the Inkopolis tower.

I was last place again and haven't made a single kill.

The last one I did was think four weeks ago and otherwise, I always die stupid or sometimes even fall down into the water. I slowly understand my life and have less and less desire to participate in a mud. Although I have always hope that I will get better, but I think it's time to give up.

Incidentally, I don't have any friends, even though I had at that time where I was still the best and could handle my {F/W} well. They left me and said:
"We do not want to have a friend who is really bad, {Y/N}. Better yourself, or we'll never be friends again" they yelled to me.

It is the same with everyone and it is repeated over and over again. My smile that I used to always had was gone and I never showed it.

That is the absolute confirmation that I am depulsive.

And a home? Well, I haven't quite, just a crumbled hut.
Unfortunately, I can't afford anything because, if you lose, I hardly get any money, which is very less.

A win brings much more money, but I have to win first.

But do I still want to keep trying and getting killed?
I think no, slowly I'm really tired and I do not want to push myself to the ground any more, that I would still have thoughts of suicide.
No, I really don't feel like it and live my life in my shack.

Nevertheless, like every day, I go to the Inkopolis Square to hang out there, alone.
I still have the hope, at least to get friends who might help me to cheer me up and get out of the depressive phase. This would be nice.
What I need is patience, always waiting in the middle of the square, until someone calls me.

Unfortunately, this hasn't been the case so far and I really feel that every Inkling contact with me is trying to avoid, at least I think so.
Well, I went away from Square and had enough for today.
It's always the same for days, it's desperate. And shortly afterwards I had already arrived ... my house, a dump.

Beautiful, isn't it?
After all, it has a roof, otherwise I could sleep relatively poorly.
As I went to bed and stared down, I thought about my future.

What should happen then, when I'm older?
Will I ever win in the next few years?

I just didn't know it and somehow I couldn't fall asleep.

But suddenly I succeeded, as I slowly closed my eyes.

- The next day -