Y/N sighed. After meeting the fiend, she could tell that she would need some headache medicine. Power's eccentric and funky personality bounced off the walls- a complete contrast to Y/N's dreary and tired energy.
Although attempting the keep the fiend quiet, she later gave up, as she sensed that Power would be only tempted by food, or other measures. She wasn't paid enough for this sh*t.
"Power..." She muttered, yanking the fiend by the horns, and shoving her forward. "I say this with all due respect...Shut up..."
The blood fiend glared at her. "No!" She whined. "I'm gonna be the prime minister! And raise sales tax to 100%!"
Slapping her face, Y/N groaned, audibly sounding her pain and frustration. Her patience dropped to a very thin line, due to the energy it took to torture people, dealing with Denji's antics, and much more suffering from the devils screaming chaos in her head.
Snapping a cigarette box out, she crushed it in her hands, watching her fingers shakily light the tip. Inhaling and exhaling, she held her head in her hands, watching the smoke dissipate in the air.
The bitter flavor of the smoke, and the sounds of the two fighting in the back round soon tuned out. Y/N's focus was gone, and she cradled her neck, feeling the throbbing sensation. She counted the seconds between each jab of pain. One, two, three...
"F*ck!" She grumbled, feeling her head ache, and her mind churn endlessly. "F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!"
Power looked away from Denji, noticing the girl huddled away. "What's up with her?" She pointed at Y/N.
Denji shrugged, staring at the floor. "I dunno. She's got a couple screws loose." He replied.
After watching Y/N shamelessly massacre her victims, Denji no longer held any interest in her. She was just another figure in his life, doomed for death. She wasn't intimidatingly attractive, like Makima. She was just pure nightmare fuel.
The stuff she mumbled, the things she did, her rather dead look on life; It made Denji question whether she was truly human or not. When he heard her advice on Aki, he couldn't believe her, no matter how hard he tried. She just lacked the empathy to be believable to those words.
Honestly, she just seemed like a b*tch.
Or, to put it into better words, Denji f*cking hated her.
He could care less whether she lived or died.
She deserved the latter.
"Whatever." He sneered. "Let's leave her. I wanna make Makima proud of me!"
Power nodded, grinning madly. "She's weak for crying!" She crooned.
Y/N tightened her grip on her nape, feeling the overwhelming sense of dread again. "No, no..." She muttered, the cigarette crushing in her hands, falling to the floor.
Wearily, Y/N looked up, staring at the two leaving. Their images morphed into Sleep Devil and Manipulation Devil, laughing manically at her. They were smirking, mocking her.
Another heaving breath came out of her, and she buried her head into her lap. No, she wasn't crying. She was feeling the effects of her bad decisions bury down onto her brain. Her shoulders felt tense, and her face felt cold.
This wasn't punishment, for this was what she deserved.
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notes ↓
just a short blerp of what y/n kinda goes through on the daily basis
and yes, this is part of the story <3
i'm so sorry this was incredibly short, but i couldn't find a way to incorporate this into the story. hopefully this opens up the view of y/n.
please get a restful night of sleep, and take care of yourself! i'm always open if you need someone to talk to.
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