《Sever The FIBERS Of Fate》[Kill La Kill X Male Reader]

I'm Losing My Way...

Kid Y/n: "MOMMA! PAPA! LOOK AT THIS!"

Kid Y/n ran towards his parents with a small fluffy brown puppy in his arms.

Kid Y/n: "I found this puppy wandering around the meadow! Can we keep him?"

Trik had an extremely shocked and confused face, while Gina had an large smile that was slightly nervous.

Gina: "W-We can't sweetie."

Kid Y/n: "Why!?"

Gina kneeled down to Y/n's level and gently took the puppy out of his arms.

Gina: "Well, he must have just been taking a walk. Now that he's here, his family might be worried about him. You wouldn't want to destroy a family would you?"

Kid Y/n pouted before nodding.

Gina: "Good. I'll take him back to the meadow, you go off and play."

Kid Y/n: "Alright Momma!"

And with that Y/n ran off with a huge smile.

Meanwhile Gina looked down at the puppy with an extremely saddened face and Trik looked even more shocked.

Trik: "The fuck was that?"

Gina: "It's hard to explain..."

Trik: "Then try the best you can! The fuck's wrong with my son!? Why would he bring that here!?"

Gina: "... I think it's some sort of side effect..."

Trik: "OF WHAT!? STOP BEING CRYPTIC!"

Gina: "OF ME! I look human, but I'm still an Inves, remember! I'm an Overlord!... Y/n is half of me and you, most of the time he acts like a human should... But sometimes... his Inves Side comes out... and he does stuff like this... sometimes he even looks different."

Trik: "......"

The two of them sat in silence as Trik processed what he just heard.

Trik: "What the hell are we gonna do about this?"

Trik said while referring to the puppy that laid Inbetween them on the table.

Gina: "I'll take it back to the meadow and bury it... just like the others."

Gina picked up the puppy and walked out the back door while Trik pulled out a note book and started writing quickly. What the two of them didn't know, was that Y/n stood hidden in the doorway, watching the whole conversation.

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