Wanderlust

Chapter 1

Okay, no joke: This is going to be a seriously messed up fic (emotionally, at least). Characters you might love are going to be toxic, abusive, ableist, and have their canon negative traits utilized. Systems and facilities that are meant to help society will be corrupt and equally ableist. Even characters who aren't malicious make horribly unhealthy decisions. Knowing that, please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction meant to entertain, not educate. It's safe to say nothing here should ever be replicated in real life. The closest thing I can compare this fic (and more to come) to is the manga Metamorphosis.

I got the idea for this fic from Prosciutto's mannerisms toward Pesci. Whether it was intended or not, the way Prosciutto snapped at Pesci then immediately became affectionate towards him just to get him to do what he wanted felt manipulative. So I decided to make this an AU where Prosciutto retrieved his daughter instead of the boss because the dynamic would just be so tragic. In other words, the main character lives to suffer.

Full list of tags since Wattpad's system is hard for me to work with: ableism, emotional abuse, manipulation, dubious consent, non-explicit sex, mentions of drug use, violence, and death, gaslighting, blackmail.

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"I was just surprised she wasn't dead," said Illuso, "If fetal alcohol syndrome hasn't reduced her to a literal toddler, then I'm sure that facility has."

Prosciutto rolled his eyes. "You're not giving me much hope," he said.

"Hey, if she's too far gone, the worst we'll get out of this is a wasted trip."

Through the windshield, the nearly forgotten building was visible on the horizon. It had mainly been reclaimed by nature's moss and winding vines, which was a more graceful way to go than the abandoned buildings that fell victim to litterers and looters in the more populated areas. The main difference, though, was that this building was far from abandoned.

Doriano Station was just barely carrying out its duty of holding Naples' less dignified criminals. Petty robbers, bar brawlers, and mostly addicts who disrupted the peace. Some of the latter were held in Doriano's second facility on the upper floor, an equally rundown mental institution.

Prosciutto didn't waste time looking at the eyesore of a building before entering through the double doors. Even though he was no stranger to visiting unsightly places, he still didn't care to linger, not when he had a goal in mind.

The atmosphere inside matched the outside; gloomy, obviously old, but hauntingly beautiful in its decay. There was also a prominent lack of security that should have been found in any jail. When stepping inside, Prosciutto was met with the casual scene of two officers chatting by a water cooler to his left, and another officer sipping a coffee behind a cubicle to his right.

His clean presence immediately grabbed the conversing officers' attention.

"Uh, can we help you?" asked one, seeming annoyed that she had to put her discussing with her coworker on hold.

"Yes," answered Prosciutto, "I understand that you have my daughter here."

The two officers looked at one another with bemused and inconvenienced frowns just as a third voice piped up.

"So you're the one I spoke to on the phone."

The officer who was settled in his little cubicle stood up to approach Prosciutto.

"It's not often we get people coming in to actually pick up somebody, but just to verify, she's the one born to a patient back in '84, right?"

"Yes, that would be her."

"Follow me upstairs, then," the officer said with a beckoning motion.

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