ᴇᴠᴀɴᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ •• ʙʀᴜɴᴏ ʙᴜᴄᴄɪᴀʀᴀᴛɪ

ᏝᎥᎷᏋᏒᏋᏁፈᏋ.

: ᏖᏂᏋ ᏕᏖᏗᏖᏋ ᎧᎦ ᏰᏋᎥᏁᎶ ᎥᏁᎦᏗᏖᏬᏗᏖᏋᎴ ᏇᎥᏖᏂ ᏗᏁᎧᏖᏂᏋᏒ ᎮᏋᏒᏕᎧᏁ.

".... How do you know my name?" "who are you..?" you asked, fully facing the table and looking to the people before you.

What caught your eye in them is on how bizzare they dress. You've never seen anyone wear things like that. Well, have you seen any other person wear a green suit with holes in it?

"and who are you supposed to be? Haven't we told you people to stop dressing up and act like her?" a man with lavender hair and deep V suit half yelled, his eyes burning with fire.

The others nodded, while the man whose wearing a white suit that shows his chest just stared at me, eyebrows furrowed.

What do you think I am? A copycat? That's rude.' You thought, you were also surprised at the fact that there were people that tried to act like you.

"Scusa? I am (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n)..!" you interjected, confusion lacing your thoughts. The man just grunted, anger boiling inside him.

"Shut the fuck up! (Y/n) is dead! We saw it with our own eyes!" shouted the lavender haired man, banging his fists on the table.

"You're out of your mind signore, I am the real (Y/n) (L/n)." You calmly stated, looking at the lavender man with sincere eyes.

The man growled. "You stupid girls think we would believe your dumb idea? Ha, just leave us alone, you've caused us enough shit already." He retorted, fists shaking as he sat down.

You stared at them with dead eyes. "then how can I prove that I am the real (Y/n)?" you questioned, not leaving your place.

The lavender man had enough, his face looked so distorted because of the anger growing inside of him. He stands up, throwing a tea pot at you.

Just as the pot was going to launch at you, Queen Velvet appeared, her hand turned into a ribbon catching the pot and the tea that is inside it.

The group at the table flinched, as they saw your stand, you looked over to them, suspicion and astonishment laced in your golden eyes.

"you can see her?" you asked, your soul savior disappearing in sight, the gold glow in your body dispersing.

"it is you.." The man who wears a white suit said, tears growing in his eyes.

"But how?! She died in our arms! How could she be alive?!" The man who wore a green suit with holes yelled. Seemingly stressed at the current situation.

"Calm down Fugo, it's gonna be okay." The man that has a weird- no, very weird hairstyle approached, patting the heavily breathing Man's shoulder.

All of them were oblivious. How could this happen? They knew and they saw what happened to you, and now they're seeing you here right now perfectly fine. There must be something going on.

You froze, they really do know you. And to that extent, they know who you are before you got into a coma, but they didn't know that you were in a coma. They thought you were dead.

'They know something about me that I don't know of,' you thought, looking at the scene unfolding before you.

'If I could just bend this situation over, maybe they might calm down and tell me.' You thought again, you frozen and tense state melting into a more calm and collected one.

You watch as the scene slowly breaks down, leaving nothing but an eerie silence. You look at them one by one, noticing that none of them are looking back to you.