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Collapsing Waltz- CH. 1

Female Reader-Insert

Everyone dancing was in sync. They could move with ease as if this was as simple as breathing. It was almost like they were mocking y/n. She was alone and tried to move in sync with the others which earned her a few snickers and looks of pity.

Maybe life just wasn't for her, but even in the afterlife y/n can't rest her tired feet.

WARNING

This story contains graphic depictions of violence, fantasy discrimination, and suicidal ideation. Please read at your own discretion.

y/n means your name.

Unlike my other work, y/n will have only one love interest and he’ll be appearing much later.

This is a RC Haven’s Secret reader-insert. You don’t have to play the game to read this.

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『ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʟɪɢʜᴛ』

A surprised yelp erupted from y/n's mouth as she was blinded by a bright light. It wasn't a quick light that faded away as if it was a camera flash. No. This light was not only blinding, but persistent like a flashlight. It was almost painful to try to see her surroundings without squinting slightly. She let out a small and confused hello hoping that someone would respond. She was met with complete silence.

She put her fingers together before having them hover above her eyes. It didn't seem to lessen the light and no matter what angle she turned her eyes still burned. Keeping her [eye color] eyes open for too long resulted in tearing up and a slight headache.

The girl slightly sighed to herself before putting her arms outward so that she wouldn't bump and break something. It looked like she was holding her arms out for a hug and she was sure she looked ridiculous. If no one was around then it doesn't matter she supposed.

She had no idea where she was going or where she was and figured that it was just best to just walk straight. Taking her first step made her realize that she had no shoes or even socks on. As she felt blades of grass tickle her feet. A weak breeze graced her skin giving her goosebumps. Her anxiety would skyrocket when she realized she had no clothing on.

In a panic she flung her arm over her chest. She squeezed her thighs together while putting a hand over her crotch in an attempt to look decent. If that was even possible to begin with. She moved her legs as quickly as she could while taking not long, but not small steps. At the same time she tried to get her eyes to adapt to the light, but it seemed to be futile.

She couldn't even tell if her tears were from the burning light or if they were from her fearful confusion. Probably both. This alarming situation could make anyone react strongly. The thought of how, why, or where she was had popped in her mind but she knew wondering wasn't going to do anything. And it wasn't like she was going to be waiting in the middle of, what might a field, for someone to save her. It would be nice to be saved by someone yet at the same time a small part of her didn't want someone seeing her body.

Her walk was short lived when she suddenly fell. Not into a ditch or anything like that. No, she fell from somewhere high, maybe a cliff and frankly she was too scared to open her eyes. All she could do was scream as she fell and would inevitably hit the ground.

It was almost funny. If she wasn't so scared she would have let out a half-heart laugh. She had thought of dying in a similar way. Maybe not naked and blind, but jumping from a place high to collide with the earth or even the water. Just somewhere high where there was no chance of her failing and meeting the consequences of her action. Though she never went through with it. She'd never actually do it because she was just too scared. Now she is dying like she always passively thought about.

This wasn't a suicide, but she couldn't help herself from feeling strangely melancholy. There was a short lived relief that the worst was over. That this life was over. When a feeling of immense guilt and despair shot through her whole body. Her dad's tired yet happy face appeared in her mind.

All her memories and thoughts filled her mind. Every crush, book she's read, but most of the most cherished and frequent ones were of her dad.

How hard her dad worked as a single father yet managed to have a positive outlook on nearly everything. He'd bend over backwards just to make her smile whenever she had a bad day. He was the reason why she kept moving. She wanted to make him proud to call her his daughter. Be the reason why he smiles and wakes up everyday day just like how he's the reason why she kept living.

The only thoughts in her mind was, 'I'm so sorry, Dad. Please know that I loved you. This isn't your fault.'

Everything stopped when a rough large hand grabbed her upper arm. She tried to open her eyes once more to see what had stopped her date with death. Of course her eyes still watered and could barely focus on anything. All she could see was flashing colors. There was blue sky with what was probably clouds and a dark blurry mass. It seems to be a person, but she couldn't keep her eyes open long enough to focus on it.

There was a rustling sound. It was like a bird flapping its wings right next to her ears. There was also a slight breeze coming from the dark mass making her wonder what was going on. She wasn't falling anymore yet it felt like she was being taken up. Was there a bird that could pick up a grown human being? No, of course not. There was no bird that had human-like hands as far as she knows.

This wasn't possible. It couldn't be possible. She didn't even know what was exactly going on to question a possibility.

A gruff voice priced her ears, "Bravo! You nearly died a second time." They sounded masculine and before she could ask what was going on, she was almost carelessly flung back onto solid earth. She landed on her feet but legs quickly gave out and she fell to her knees. She couldn't help herself from shivering like a wet cat.

There was a quiet gasp that was followed by a soft voice, "You have to be careful with the Unclaimed. They aren't used to our world." This voice was much easier on y/n's ears. There was this unnatural smoothness that helped slow down y/n's raging heart.

"Who are you? Where am I?" y/n's voice sounded pitiful and childish. A grown young woman shouldn't be acting this way. She should be demanding answers, not sitting on her knees and begging for them.

When she didn't get an immediate response. She crooked out pathetic please. The soft rustle of grass that stopped next to her. Before she could open her mouth and start begging that same soft voice graced her ears.

"All is fine now."

What a horrible lie that was. All was not fine. She was lost, confused, naked, and the list could go on. Yet the voice made her believe that horrendous lie. All may not be fine now, but it will be.

"Can you stand up?" She nodded her head in response and slowly stood up with the help of warm hands. "Could you please hold your arms in the air." They felt as though there was no need to ask questions or to even think of what she should.

Those worries and fears seemed to have been numbed as y/n's heart wasn't beating as if she was on the verge of death. Of course they still lingered like shadows but they were made less overwhelming. They were in less control of her body.

Suddenly she felt fabric being slipped on to her. The gown was surprisingly cozy. She had never felt something so soft before. Whatever had been put on her must have been made by the world's finest cotton.

Just as it felt like the adrenaline in y/n was starting to disperse. The same comforting voice told her, "You must take a deep breath."

A sudden sharp pain shot through y/n's back. The pain was so strong that she fell to her knees once more and dug her hands into the ground. She could feel the dirt getting under her nails as she screamed. 'Have I been shot? Stabbed?' She wondered, but that couldn't be it.

A bullet or a knife couldn't make you feel this type of pain. The pain started in one place and started to spread across her back. Her skin was burning yet at the same time it felt like there were bugs crawling in her skin. It was like something was alive and was trying to claw itself free from her body.

Letting go of the earth, y/n desperately tried to claw at her back but was swiftly stopped. The same callus hands grabbed her and kept them in place. "Let them out, free them." The soft voice encouraged.

y/n writhed in anguish. She didn't care anymore. She'd curse out everyone if she wasn't screaming to high heaven. She just wanted the neverending pain to stop.

The sound of her flesh being torn sounds like fabric being ripped. Warm blood ran down her back and everything was gone. The burning, crawling, and clawing was gone. She was so relieved that the pain was gone that she didn't even notice the callus hands let her go and were holding her face.

There seemed to be no end to this unusually cruel torture session as her eyes were pried open. Fingers held her eyelids from closing. Everything was too bright and incomprehensible for her to understand what was going on. Something landed on one eye and then the other. After that mysterious eyedrop was y/n aloud to close her eyes.

Quickly, she curled into herself and covered her ears. Her face was pressed against the grass. She didn't care anymore. She just wanted to go home, to be left alone. There was a moment of silence where she could breathe.

Her muscles tensed at hearing the soft voice. "You can open your eyes now. It won't hurt."

Lair. What a dirty, absolutely filthy liar. The moment they came everything went to hell. She experienced unworldly pain when they came. They should have just let her fall. Or was this amusing to them? Was she a part of some sadistic game? The thought sounded outlandish, but she didn’t know how to explain this. Somehow the thought of higher beings torturing her for whatever reason made the most sense. It was the easiest answer because sanity doesn’t matter.

y/n was absorbed in her thoughts. She was both subconsciously and unconsciously ignoring everything that was around her. She didn’t respond to the words of either voice or react to a touch on her shoulder.

They could have thought she was dead if she wasn’t heaving and streaming tears. They struggled with how to proceed with the delicate minded girl. It wasn’t everyday that they would have to welcome one of her kind. The process of dealing with new immortals is always tedious, repetitive really. It was nothing new, but it wasn’t often where the former mortal crumbled to the ground.

“She isn’t even going to make it to the academy at this rate.” The gruff voice spat, making the other sigh sympathetically.

It was as though they were content with leaving her alone for a moment. y/n had hoped that they had finally left her alone until there was a loud thud. Something hit the ground making it slightly quake. Whatever had made that sound was close which made y/n pick up her head and open her eyes. To look at where the noise came from was on impulse rather than curiosity.

The fact that the soft voice hadn’t lied to y/n would have shocked her if she didn’t see a dragon standing in front of her. Its scales were a variety of sky blues and its eyes were big, almost puppy-like. It leaned down to her level and opened its mouth displaying its shark-like teeth. Her [eye color] eyes widened.

This thing is going to bite her head off. She jumped onto her feet and tried to back away from the dragon to only stumble over her legs. She balled up her hands into firsts and dug her nails deep into her palms. There wasn't much else she could do, so she screeched at the dragon. She had gotten the reaction she wanted as it quickly backed off with a dejected look in its eyes.

"Agh, shut up already!"

She whipped her head over her shoulder to two people. They were blurry, but she could see that they almost looked human if it wasn't for the wings on their backs. The man wore dark clothing and had a nasty scowl on his face. He looked mean and fierce. The woman next to him was the opposite. She wore white and had a tender expression. There was almost something motherly with just how she looked and stood. Their wings correspond with the color of their clothing.

"What are—"

The man spoke over y/n with a booming voice. "You have been chosen and passed the test, former mortal."

After hearing him address her as a "former mortal" she noticed an extension to her body. Wings. Long gray feathers that had splatter of blood on them. All she could do was whisper to herself, "What?" She didn't even listen to what on Earth they were telling her. Her mind was spinning, her world was ending or maybe it already had. She was dead.

"We’ll head back to the academy to inform everyone of the new arrival." The menacing man said before taking off to the sky. y/n tried to move her wings to only be met with a sickening crack and painful sharpness. The woman spoke up, "Don't move them. They need time to heal."

y/n found the information interesting. 'So immortals feel pain as well, but can they die?' She wasn't able to ask anything as the woman gestured to the blue dragon. It was still standing away from them with an apologetic gaze.

"Fyr will take you to the academy since you can't fly yet." y/n gave the woman a concerned glance. Ride a dragon?

Of course, everything was moving so quickly that she couldn't even get a single syllable out of her throat. "Oh, there's Andy," The woman pointed in the air, "He'll explain everything to you. It was lovely to meet you and I'll see you soon." It was baffling how quickly she left y/n behind.

'You, you didn't even say anything! What's going on!' y/n screamed to herself as she watched the woman gracefully fly away. Just as the woman got farther away another person came. 'Well I guess that's what Andy is for.' She thought bitterly.

Feeling her irritation growing, she immediately set to clear her mind. 'It's okay. Not really, but things have to get better. If things get worse than it'll be pretty surprising and maybe even funny, right? Yeah, funny. Ha.' Talking to herself helped keep herself in check to an extent. Maybe it didn't calm the raging storm, but it kept her from screaming and crying in public.

The person called Andy landed beside the dragon. Even without her glasses she could see how messy his hair was. It looked like he stood in front of a fan with how ruffled his hair was. He also had wings as well. They were gray just like his attire.

'They seem to like color coordination.'

"Hi, my name is Andy and uh- welcome to Heaven."

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