snowflakeanrika

[snowflakeanrika]

A meeting 3

Do you feel guilty?

Do you remember their promise?

Your parents' promise?

"We'll never leave you alone, ____! What makes you think of that, hun?" She said, cupping the child's face.

"Who dares to spread rumours about my child? I'll beat them!" He said, playfully punching the air.

The child giggled. "I'm just kidding! I love you, m̴o̶m̷ ̸a̴n̸d̵ ̵d̶a̴d̶!"

It's a shame, is it not?

A promise is merely a fleeting moment to let you make sure you're in check.

Promise?

It exists not.

Not to you.

"M̶o̴m̴ ̷a̸n̸d̷ ̶d̸a̷d̵, who is this?" The child asked, pointing at the unknown other child in front of you.

"Oh, hun, this is your s̴i̵b̸l̶i̵n̵g̸!" The woman responded to the child.

"Huh? But... You promised to love me forever..." The child said.

"Don't be so selfish, hun. Besides, who told you that we won't love you anymore?" The woman reassured the child.

"O-okay..." The child whispered, fiddling with their fingers.

The child knew what was to come to them.

Yet, they believed their parents' lies.

"M̶o̵m̴, I got an A!" The child happily ran back into the house, showing the piece of paper to the woman.

"That's great, hun..." Yet, the woman only kept her eyes locked onto the screen.

"Mommy... I... didn't do so well..." The other child held out the paper to the woman.

"Oh, hunny, there's nothing to be sad about! How about this? We'll go to a restaurant tomorrow to cheer you up!" The woman said, holding the other child's hands.

"Okay, mommy!" The other child said.

"M̸-m̷o̴m̸... But I-" The child walked closer to the woman.

"Hush now. What's so good about an A, anyway? It's about the thought and effort put into it. Be more modest!" The woman said, waving her hand off the child.

Is this a test to prove your loyalty?

You'll be sure to win their hearts!

"D̶a̸d̷!̴ Look! I designed a gun! What do you think?" The child brought the drawing to the man.

"Oh, my silly child. You should be studying, not thinking about guns!" The man said.

"D̶a̸d̷, but-" The child spoke.

"Dad, I drew a bag!" The other child ran towards the man.

"Oh, wow, honey! You could be a designer when you grow up!" The man held the drawing up to him.

"See, you should be like your sibling. Be more mature!" The man lectured the child.

...y-you'll try...

...to get into their hearts.

As the gate closes in front of the now adult child, they sob sadly as the rain pours down on them.

...you, working with the Mafia?

Just what your 'good' sibling said to your parents?

Five men holding black umbrellas stand far behind the scenes, watching the show happen.

"Should we do something, Boss Man?" A man wearing a hat with the golden text 'Contractee' written in cursive carved on it said.

"..." The well-dressed man with a fedora looks at the crying person.

Pitiful...

"Like... Should we... Help Mx. ____? After all, they're the ones to help us catch our most wanted target." The Contractee says.

The well-dressed man held out a hand to signal the Contractee to stop talking for a moment. "Consigliere, thoughts?" He called.

"It's not the best time, Sir. Mx. ____ has just been abandoned by their family, and we're the main reason for it. Even though they only helped us by accident AND without knowing it, Mx. ____ might think we orchestrated everything." The man with the blue shimmer text 'Consigliere' written on his trusty sword says.

"Just keep an eye on ____, and strike when the moment is right." 'Boss Man' says. "They'll be back up their feet soon, I'm sure. ____'s not the type to back down because of something."

"A-alright, Boss Man..." The Contractee says, looking back at the crying figure.

The figure has stopped crying. They stood up, wobbly and out of energy.

"Fuck you all... FUCK YOU ALL! I'LL TAKE BACK WHAT I'VE GIVEN FOR THE FAMILY, UNTIL NONE OF IT IS LEFT!" They shouted. "I SACRIFICED MY TIME- SLEEPLESS NIGHTS AND BUSY MORNINGS JUST TO KEEP THIS STUPID PLACE SAFE AND AFLOAT!"

"AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?!" They seethed in rage.

"Everything I've worked for... I'll take them back. ONE. BY. ONE." They said.

The figure dragged their body to the once that barricaded intruders from their home, now just a mere obstacle to block their way to ruining their family's? lives. Grabbing the gates and tearing one of the bars away, they threw it to one of the biggest and expensive windows.

It shattered as the members inside gasped, running upstairs to see the issue as the culprit that caused the damage ran into the forest.

"This bunny relies on emotions to really get their strength... Or maybe the gates are too weak." 'Boss Man' says. He beckons the four men behind him with a wave of the hand. "After them."

The five men ran towards the direction the crying figure had headed to. The members inside the house were debating on who was going to pay the price.

"You're not going anywhere with us on you, ____."

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"Eat up, darling. You're not going to starve here." Mafioso lifts the plate closer to your mouth.

...maybe it might not be bad to engage in the Mafia-?

Everyone continued to talk and enjoy the pizza together. You reluctantly nibbled away on the pizza, your mind slowly drifting away from the present.

This... doen't feel so bad.

This feels good.

Wait.

You aren't supposed to feel like this.

You're supposed to feel anguish.

Anguish because they are the ones who ripped everything away from you.

You're supposed to feel resentment.

Resentment of your parents' betrayal of you.

You're supposed to feel nothing.

Because you are nothing without your parents' support.

You are nothing without your friends' help.

You are nothing without anyone.

You are nothing without yourself.

"Mx.____?" The Soldier of the Mafia took notice of your dazed expression. With no response from you, he looked at his boss.

"Boss Mafioso..." His voice trailed off.

Mafioso looked at him, giving the 'yes?' expression. The Soldier pointed at you, and your face looked seemingly dazed. It all looks normal before your eyes start to flood with salty tears and your breathing increases.

You've long set the pizza plate on your lap, your hand on your cheek as you stare off into nothing. Your tears dropped onto the plate, and your breathing started to become uneven, but you didn't even seem to notice or care about anything.

"...! Baby?" Mafioso shook your body. With each passing second you didn't respond, he only shook harder.

That only lasted for about 5 seconds before you jumped back into your normal self again. "W-Wha-?" You looked around.

"Oh, thank goodness..." Mafioso let out a breath of relief.

The henchmen were all paying attention to you by the time you came back to your senses. They took the plate of pizza from your lap and set it on the table.

"Are you okay, Mx. ____?" The Consigliere asked, about to grab some water or medication for you.

"Huh? I'm okay! What happened?" You asked, looking at all of them.

"You were crying, bunny." Mafioso said, using his gloved hands to hold your cheeks, wiping the tears away.

"Huh??" You raised an eyebrow, raising one of your hands to touch your cheek after prying one of Mafioso's hands away.

It was wet. You really did cry.

"I-I don't-" You wanted to say something to pry their attention away from you.

Guess who decided to be a bitch today? Your brain.

Your brain replayed all of the pain, the tears, the betrayal-

You can't hold it in.

Not like this.

Not if they're acting like they care.

Not if they're actually caring about you.

It hurts.

It hurts, oh so much.

Your heart threatens to squeeze like a lemon.

You feel tears pouring down.

You feel pathetic.

Worthless.

Weak.

"Shh..." A gentle pair of hands picked your body up and nested onto his warm embrace.

You can't control your breath or tears anymore. You sobbed into Mafioso's embrace as he brought your head to nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

The Contractee and Soldier immediately got on their feet and went to grab some tissue paper, the Consigliere and Caporegime went to grab your favourite things to maybe help you cheer up. Mafioso just sat on the couch with you sobbing into him.

He gently glided his fingers through your hair, his other hand cradling you in his arms. His lips pressed on your forehead, hands, hell, even your neck- it was all peppered with his kisses.

And yet,

It feels like home...

Warm.

Soft.

...

T̴H̵A̴T̴'̸S̶ ̸E̴X̷A̸C̵T̵L̸Y̶ ̴H̵O̷W̶ ̴H̵E̷ ̸W̷A̶N̵T̴E̶D̵ ̴Y̴O̷U̸ ̴T̴O̶ ̸F̶E̶E̷L̵

His henchmen came back with the tissues and your stuff (don't ask where they got it from), giving them all to their boss.

After all, they don't want their boss's partner to be sad, right?

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"Has ____ slept yet?" Mafioso asked, looking at his henchmen.

"Sleep and sound, Boss." The Caporegime said.

"Good." He said, facing the windows to a certain house's direction.

"Boss, when are we going to tell them...?" The Caporegime asked.

"...until they've gained enough trust in us."

The henchmen stayed silent, sitting on the chairs provided inside their boss's office. They can understand the longing and pain of their boss. It's not every day that a survivor can accept them as family.

They hope... you can get used to this.

[snowflakeanrika]

A meeting 2

A meeting's continuance

WOAH MY FIRST POST WAS DAYS AGO AND 120+ NOTES??? BRO WAT ARE YALL STARVING THAT MUCH??? (I relate, I only started writing in Tumblr cuz there's not enough content of Mafioso and the gang here 🤑)

"Honey, I've made dinner! C'mon, everyone's waiting for you!" A familiar voice calls out. It sounds dim. Blurry. Like a dream.

That voice... Oh, how long you haven't heard that voice.

It feels like it's been ages.

Well, it has been ages.

"Coming, Mom!" A younger voice calls out. It sounds like...

You.

You when you were younger.

You when life was normal.

You when your life doesn't need to worry about taxes.

You when life was happy.

Where has life gone?

Everyone was around the dinner table.

Everyone was laughing. Joking. Happy.

You were happy, too.

Were.

Happiness doesn't come often in your adult years.

Only worry. Worried about the debts.

Worried about the Mafia on your ass.

Where has happiness gone?

"LEAVE! THIS FAMILY DOES NOT ACCEPT PEOPLE WHO WORK WITH THE MAFIA!" F̶a̴t̶h̵e̷r̸ says, pushing your body outside of the family gates.

"D̵A̶D̵, I DON'T WORK FOR THEM-!" You cried out, kneeling before them.

"My c̸h̷i̵l̵d̸... You've disappointed u̵s̶..." M̸o̸t̵h̵e̴r̸ says, crying on y̶o̵u̶r̴ ̴f̸a̶t̴h̷e̷r̸'̴s̸ shoulder. The man covered the woman's face, his eyes fully focused on the woman he had married.

"M̵̝̈Ỏ̶̘M̷̢̿! D̸̝̱͊A̸̞͕̾̋D̶̳̞̆!" Their child cried out as they closed the doors on them. Their shoulders dropped onto their sides, fat droplets of tears rolling down their face.

They don't want to hear their own child.

They don't care about their own child.

They don't admit that it's their child.

They don't want to recognise you as their child.

Now, why is that so?

What made them think you work for the Mafia?

WHY?

...

You know the reason. Don't you?

Rumours. Deciet. A cheap trick to the mind.

Or a stupid excuse to get you out of their sight.

Ah.

Now you understand...

This is where and when life and happiness flee.

WAKE UP.

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Your body shifts slightly, your eyebrows furrow, cold sweat crawls down your forehead and onto your brows. Your hands are clenched together tightly as your body tenses up with each passing second.

You bit your bottom lip unconsciously, and a tiny, salty sweat from your eyes travelled down to your cheek as someone grabbed a handkerchief and started to gently dab the cloth onto where the tear and sweat rolled onto.

"How's their condition, Boss Man?" A man's blurred voice reaches your ears. Are you in another dream again?

Wait.

MAFIOSO?

You feel your body getting picked up and settled down on something soft. Your head rests upon something warm, and you can feel beats coming from it.

Beats...

HEARTBEATS?

"They're fine; just some minor injuries," Mafioso's voice responded to the young man as vibrations eminate from the surface your head is rested on.

Hell nah.

You know well that the young man's voice belongs to one of his henchmen.

Loud chatters and laughter are heard as your head gets clearer. Is the time right to open your eyes?

"B-Boss Man, they're not waking up...! Did we hit too hard?" The young man's voice gets more timid and quiet. What the heck is that henchman worried about? Isn't it his job to end your life under Mafioso's command?

"____ might be sleeping, Contractee. They do not get their required daily sleep. Besides, their pulse would be gone, and your head shall be off your body if that happens." Mafioso responded. Oh, Contractee?

Right, they go by their titles inside their little gang. But if Mafioso's the boss, why is he called 'Mafioso'?

The Contractee nervously chuckled. Maybe it's time to open your eyes?

You pretended to grumble and slowly let light into your soul's windows. (Ever heard of the saying 'eyes are the windows to the soul'? HAHAHA- I need to stop.)

First thing you see?

Mafioso's chest.

Bro.

Out of all the places he can put you on, it's on his stupid lap?

You tried to jump out of his lap. Keyword: tried. He had his arms around your waist when he sensed you were waking up.

"You're up." He said calmly. HUHHHHH????

The Contractee gasped in happiness as the loud chattering and laughter all stopped in one milisecond. The Contractee called all of Mafioso's henchmen, and all ran into your view as they observed your every move.

You shook your head and rubbed your eyes to make sense of what was happening.

"Hello, Mx..." The Contractee said happily before getting a stern look from Mafioso, immediately getting the hint to shut up.

Mafioso signals him to give him medical supplies. The Contractee happily went off to grab it and hand it to Mafioso.

He starts to pack up your wounds. HE? MAFIOSO? THE MOST FEARED LEADER OF THE MAFIA? HELPING TO PACK UP YOUR WOUNDS?

While he takes care of your injuries, he said, "Tell 'em', one of you."

The Contractee looks around among his group members, and all were looking at him. Since he was present and was sent there under Mafioso's command, it's probably best if he said it himself.

"The woman you met two weeks ago is someone who owes us, The Mafia, debt. We promised to give her more time to deal with her debt before we come again to end her everything." The Contractee said.

"But what's this got to do with me?" You asked, your voice sore.

"Uh... Well, we can't tell you the reason yet... But that pendant is on you because it's our way to take our new members in! Look, I've got one too!" The Contractee said, about to show you his before a henchman, maybe the leader, stops him, saying that it's 'not the time'.

"You... ARE YOU ALL INSANE? JUST WHAT PURPOSE I SERVE INSIDE THIS PLACE THAT I NEED TO JOIN THE MAFIA?" You seethe in rage.

Mafioso just sighed and pressed the alcohol rub into one of your nasty wounds to shut you up. You hissed in pain as the henchmen looked around and acted like nothing happened. Wait, the Mafia only has 4 henchmen?

To make up for the deliberate attempt to cause pain to you, he gently pressed his lips onto your hand and continued to patch up your wounds.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang with a sweet chime.

"Oh! Pizza's here!" One of the henchmen says, 'Contractee' in cursive writing his hat wrote. Must be his title in the Mafia.

"You boys go and get it; I and ____ will catch up later." Mafioso says, gently wrapping up your wound with bandages.

"Ok!" The Contractee says, running downstairs along with the other boys.

"...uh..." You awkwardly look up to the man currently letting you sit on his lap. FORCED. NOT LET.

You can't see his eyes because of the stupid fedora casting a shadow on them. It's like if he isn't intimidating enough...

It's hot.

WAIT- WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?

You can feel that his eyes are on your wounds, patching them up with great care. Why is he doing this?

"Does this bunny have a staring problem, or...?" He spoke. You can feel his eyes on you now.

"NO. No. It's not what you think it is." You hurriedly say.

"Oh? I wasn't thinking of anything else other than a staring problem... What are you thinking?" He whispers. HELL NAH, NOW HE KNOWS YOUR WEIRD ASS HAS A CRUSH ON HIM.

"NOTHING. Absolutely nothing." You said to him. Bro, at this point, you're just gambling your life in this moment. Your ass is cooked, fried, baked, grilled, roasted, toasted, steamed-

"If you insist." He answers CALMLY.

This is NOT Mafioso.

WHO IS THIS CLONE?

You're supposed to be dead.

Limbs ripped apart, headless, heartless, brainless...

And yet, you're still here.

Everything is intact, and even SITTING ON HIS LAP.

He's not the person described like others did...

But... The police's findings and news can't be fake...

"Baby has something on their mind... Mind spilling the details?" Mafioso whispers into your ears. God, you can smell his cologne and a tinge of alcohol...

"Nothing for you to know... I... have a habit of... daydreaming?" You said, wait, no, it's more like a question you're asking yourself.

He merely chuckles at your weak attempt at lying. "I'm fully convinced."

At this point, you couldn't get any words out, to be honest. He gently lifts you up, carrying you in bridal style-

"NOnonono- Uh, I can walk myself! I don't want to trouble you." You said, trying to get the man to set you down.

"Bunny, you've twisted your ankle. Everyone knows this." He sighs, adjusting your pose to be more comfortable.

"What-? Why would you guys care?" You question.

"We care and mind a lot about you, ____." Mafioso calmly says. But...

"Why?" You asked with your eyebrows furrowed.

"Shush. Don't ask too much." He ordered. You immediately shut up; you're not losing your life today.

He held you downstairs to where everyone is. Surprisingly, all the henchmen were so happy to see you both. Is this not an embarrassing moment?!

"____, Boss Man!" The Contractee jumped up on his spot before rushing to get a wheelchair in no time.

"This... is Contractee, as you know. Get used to all the henchmen." Mafioso spoke while setting you down onto the wheelchair.

"Nice to meet you, ____!" He happily greets you.

You wave and say a quiet hello to him before he pushes your wheelchair to meet the other henchmen.

"This is Consigliere, the one with his sword next to him and with a top hat on! He's our advisor to Boss Man!" The Contractee said, his smile brimming with joy. "He's the most logical person in our little group of henchmen."

Dang. Wait, WHY do you have to get used to this?

"That's Soldier. The one with a ushanka! He's the one that usually kills the debters, I'm sure you know!"

"The one that has sunglasses and is bald, he's our leader in this group. He leads us to do what Boss Man wants us to do!"

"And then there's me, Contractee! I basically just collect information on the people who have debt from us and also change some stuff or news articles online to lead suspicion away from us!"

"I... Why are you telling me this?" You asked, worried. "Aren't you afraid of me getting all of your information out to the public?"

The Contractee just giggles before everyone pulls out their weapons.

You can feel Mafioso's footsteps get closer to you while you can hear a gun getting loaded.

Mafioso aims it at your head, smiling sweetly.

"I'm afraid that bunny just has to deal with the consequences."

Yeah, never say anything about betrayal, you stupid moron...

"I WASN'T PLANNING TO-" You held your hands up in surrender.

After you said that, there was a brief moment of silence. Then, Mafioso started chuckling slowly, putting the gun away. Everyone now started to laugh. It wasn't even forced. THEY ARE LAUGHING.

"Silly bunny..." Mafioso laughs. Apparently, your claim and supposed vow are amusing to them. "Loosen up, baby."

"Here, pizza slice! Which one, pepperoni or just mozerella as toppings?" The Contractee asked you, giving you two plates holding the pizza slices.

"Uh... I..." You looked at both pizza slices. "I'm not hungry right now-"

"Mx. ____ hasn't eaten since last night! Here, just take both!" The Contractee smiles, sliding the mozzarella pizza onto the pepperoni pizza's plate and gives it to you.

Mafioso takes a seat on the couch nearest to you. Which is at the end of the couch.

"Eat up, darling. You're not going to starve here." He lifts the plate closer to your mouth.

...maybe it might not be bad to engage in the Mafia-?

[snowflakeanrika]

A meeting.

Idk man, my brain decided to make this

Your shoes clicked on the pavements of the streets, and the city's extreme lighting and music faded away slowly as you distanced yourself from the busy skirts of the famous city.

Robloxia... Was that the city's name?

Home to the Robloxians.

You're a Robloxian!

But unlike most of them, this place wasn't home.

It's hell.

The prices for a house there are diabolical. They didn't even spare the rent for an apartment.

You've just gotten off work. You've been working your whole mental state away just to get rid of the debt you got from an infamous mafia.

You saw a man. He's about 5 feet tall, a basic figure, wearing headphones and a normal uniform hat. A woman was standing beside the man, and she looked absolutely terrified.

When the woman saw you, she ran and got on her knees, begging for you to accept a pendent.

You, of course, first asked what happened. The woman said nothing and threw the pendant into your hands, running towards a direction.

You saw the young man just standing there, looking at you. Before you could inquire about the woman's condition or her problem, one blink of an eye and he's gone.

Creeped out, you shake your head, believing that you're just hallucinating. Your eyes trailed down to the pendant resting snugly inside your hands.

It's your favourite gem. You're sure it's worth thousands, but there's a high chance of it being fake and invaluable.

'CLAIMED. Bring them back.' was carved on the back of the pendent. You weren't sure what that meant...

That was about two weeks ago. And now, you're walking here alone.

Debt was due.

Why is life so miserable to you?

You sighed as you strolled around the streets, the pendant shining under the bright moonlight on your neck.

Just then, a bunny appeared.

It jumps onto you as a group of bunnies soon followed after the first one made you fall on your butt. The first bunny tugged at your pendant gently as you tried to comprehend what just happened.

"...hey there, lil' fella..." You gently cooed it, THE BUNNY IS SOO CUTE!!!

It blinks at you in response. A short moment of silence followed soon after, before getting interrupted by it sniffing your pendant and clothes. After its careful examination on you, it nuzzled its face into the crook of your neck.

This... is nice. Maybe you can experience it more often?

The small group of bunnies slowly surrounds you and hops on your lap, playing with each other like it was normal. Before... they suddenly perked up and ran towards a direction. The bunny that was nuzzling its face into your neck perks up its ears as it gleefully jumps down from your figure before beckoning you to follow it.

Being the naive loser you are, you followed along.

You run into an unfamiliar path located in the woods as the bunny leads you through it, with the bunny stopping once in a while to see if you're still there or not.

The view of the streets slowly fades away as you follow the bunny.

"Just where are you taking me-?" You asked, running behind the bunny. It came to a stop when it was near a huge mansion.

You looked at the mansion in terror, this wasn't an ordinary mansion.

It belongs to The Mafia.

And you were sure to be on their target list.

"Shit..." You slowly stepped away. One step at a time. You were too scared to make any sounds. They could hear you, you were sure of it.

The bunny looks at you confused. Its group returned back to its side and they all watched you slowly stepping back. Is this not home?

You stepped back until you were at a good distance to run away. And so you did.

You ran as fast as you could, jumping over stones, getting scratched by the branches, your skin vomiting out blood- You didn't care, as long as you were out of this place, you-

A pair of firm gloved hands grab onto your sides and a group of men wearing black clothing jump out of the bushes, surrounding you as they walk closer.

"What-?" You said, looking at the men in front of you. Some wore sunglasses and headphones, and all brought weapons. Wait, one of them looks like the man you saw two weeks ago- With the woman!

But weren't you hallucinating that time?

Maybe this is an another man, but the face is identical from your memory. Just with different clothes.

A dark chuckle comes from behind you as the gloved hands holding you firmly in place tighten the more you shift around trying to break free.

You know who they are. No?

You feel the person slowly lean their lips down to your ear.

"Caught ya..." the person's British voice said menacingly, yet so gently.

It's a man, you were sure of it.

One of his gloved hands snakes onto your pendant, toying with it gently.

"Don't touch that-" You said before shutting the hell up. You're in this dire situation and you're worrying about a pendant given to you by a frickin' random ass lady over your life-?!

The man hums curiously, the other hand holding onto you pulling you closer in his embrace. "What did you say, bunny?" He said quietly, almost whispering.

'ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.' Your mind spoke as you pressed your lips together.

He chuckled lowly and made his hand toying with the pendant to now wrap around your waist before purring "That's what I thought."

He released you from his hold as you quickly stepped a step forward and turned around to look at the man who held you captive.

There he is, in all his glory. The cruel, cold-blooded debt collector and right-hand man of the leader in The Mafia.

M A F I O S O.

Your breath hitched as he smirked, snapping his fingers as the group of men held you captive.

"Get them, boys. This person was worthy to be one of us."

WAIT.

WHAT?

The last thing you see is Mafioso and his soldiers before getting knocked out by one of them.

Last thing you hear?

"See you back home, bunny."

Give me a comment if y'all agree on a part 2/a whole series! :D

Idk about a whole series. If there are ideas, there's a new part.

Rework, yes :> Sadly, Eunoia isn't part of Forsaken after being removed, so she can't be inside the story :<