#Jabberwocky🐉reader

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𝐉𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐘𝐁𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐌

[Name] looks way better than whatever that is I swear.

Before Riddle's overblot incident, he saw you as somewhat inferior, and you accepted that without question. However, beneath his authoritative facade, he felt a clear discomfort when you were around. Calling you intimidating barely captures it; your tall, commanding presence, large, expressive eyes, and serious demeanor all added to that feeling. As a result, Riddle always kept a close watch on you, often finding some minor rule you had broken. Despite these ongoing challenges, your reliability was beyond question. Many believed that if Trey hadn't been a student at NRC, you would have undoubtedly taken on the role of Vice Housewarden. This opinion was especially shared by Ace, your junior, who found it completely puzzling that you chose to stay by the side of a housewarden often seen as a tyrant, particularly given Riddle's treatment of you before his overblot.

During Riddle's overblot, your collar was taken off, and he yelled in fury. In that moment, you underwent a transformation, becoming his equal in battle. Pain surged through you as you lost all control. Enormous wings—ten times your size—sprouted from your back, scales erupted from your skin, and antennas along with a pair of horns materialized on your head. You looked like something straight out of a horror story.

When Riddle recovered, he was taken aback by your strong personality. Being released from his collar confines, you were a completely different person. You broke the rules every once in a while and the worst part is, he didn’t get to tell you off. Maybe it was a voice from the back of his head telling him that that he owed you this freedom maybe it was the oath he made to relax on the rules. The best way to confront you using something besides the collar was a civil conversation.

“Riddle,” You leaned back in your chair peering at the male with half lidded eyes. “Cat got your tongue?” You teased your lips curling into a devious smile as your eyes reverted back to their normal unsettling appearance. Your pupils shift from side to side looking for something to get into.

“I—” Riddle sighed, “I’ve been lenient on you with the rules but you may not slack off like this.”

“Uhuh,” Your tail wrapped around a teacup and brought it to your lips. A bell rang in the distance. “What’s that? I gotta feed the flamingos?” You slipped away leaving behind a startled Riddle.

“[Name], what am I supposed to do with you?”

You were quite the unfortunate soul. Trey often caught glimpses of you peering into his parents' bakery during your childhood. You never stepped inside; you just stared. Your clothes were tattered and covered in dirt, with bruises and scrapes barely hidden beneath bandages. It was easy for him to understand what was going on. That’s why he couldn’t bring himself to scold you or Riddle. Instead, he often made it up to you by filling your mouth with the desserts you had always eyed.

When Riddle overblotted, it transformed you into a monster, both mentally and physically. Trey couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt for letting things spiral out of control. When the blot finally subsided and you returned to your former self, the first thing Trey did was apologize. To his surprise, you laughed it off, revealing your sharp canines. You were a completely different person now, commanding the attention of everyone around you. Perhaps they listened out of fear, but Trey wasn’t intimidated. All he could see was that cold, frightened child who used to linger around the bakery.

“What’s up?” You casually strolled into Heartslabyul's kitchen, leaning against the counter. “Any new treats?” You circled the counter with ease.

“It’s a bit boring, but I made pumpkin spice cakes,” Trey replied. “I wouldn’t eat them just yet; they’re hot—” But before he could finish, you had already devoured half of your portion, steam billowing from your nose.

“Twank chu,” you mumbled with your mouth full. Trey just shook his head with a fond smile before returning to the dishes. “You’ve got crumbs on your mouth, [Name].”

Cater never really had the opportunity for a one-on-one chat with you, but you definitely stood out. There was something intriguingly attractive about you. You were just tall enough to not overshadow Riddle, which was a nice balance. He had been hoping to feature you in his magicam, but the vibe around you seemed a bit off, especially with that ridiculously large collar around your neck. One thing that caught Cater's attention was how, during the entrance ceremony, you were so vibrant and commanding. Now, though, you were more reserved, creating space for others instead of taking it up yourself.

After the whole overblot incident, he finally managed to talk to you without Riddle looming nearby. You seemed quite popular, even if it was often for the wrong reasons, but you still maintained a laid-back attitude.

"You know what, hell yeah!" You snatched the phone from Cater's hands and hit the recording button.

“Suspect has a weird adversity towards cute things!" [Name] chuckled at Cater's shocked expression.

"I see how it is, [Name]," Cater joined in the laughter, enjoying the moment with you.

Ace was seriously annoyed with you, to put it bluntly. In his eyes, you were just another sycophant, yet another person enabling Riddle's behavior. He couldn't wrap his head around how you'd wear that collar for so long. I mean, for heaven's sake, he’s never seen you without it! Now, Ace might not be the brightest, but he’s not clueless; he’s noticed how you hesitate to do things, casting nervous glances at someone nearby as if seeking permission. It’s clear what the issue is.

What really took the cake was when Riddle pulled you into his overblot and wrecked the dorm's garden with your other form. He wasn't going to pin the blame on you for that, but you can bet he’ll bring it up frequently.

After the overblot, a transformation occurred within you, unveiling a previously hidden side. The compassionate person who once thrived on empathy began to starkly contrast this by exhibiting a bold arrogance that alienated others. Your self-centered behavior was concerning, as it seemed you were more focused on personal gain than the welfare of those around you. This shocking shift left friends and classmates confused by the significant change in your attitude. It seemed like the only way to get your attention was through impressing you. Ace’s best shot at doing this was through basketball tricks.

“Hey [Name] !” Ace called out to you as he leaped into the air to dunk the basketball in the hoop. To his dismay and slight surprise you joined him on the court.

“1 v 1?” He watched as you snatched the ball from his hands and dashed to the other side of the court with your tail swishing behind you. Did you just show him up?! Ace huffed, approaching you while also wiping the sweat from his brow.

“You’re on,[Name]. Try to keep up!”

Deuce occasionally spotted you around the dorm, exchanging polite greetings like "hello" and "good morning." Initially, he thought you might be a troubled student because of the color around your neck, but something didn’t quite add up. He had only seen you in the hallways and the dorm, which made him wonder how you could possibly break any rules if you were never anywhere else.

The pieces began to fit together after Riddle's Overblot. While you might not have been as skilled in magic as Riddle, you were still a descendant of the original Jabberwocky. It was clear that Riddle felt some level of intimidation toward you, and understandably so.

After the Overblot incident, you reminded him of one of his old troublemaking friends. You were a prankster who held yourself in high esteem, something people noticed but rarely spoke about. Even more evident was the fact that Deuce was one of your favorite dorm mates.

“Deucey,” you called out, a mischievous grin on your face. “What are you up to?”

“Potions! Making potions,” Deuce exclaimed in surprise as you leaned over from the top of the potion ingredients shelf.

“For Mr. Crewel’s class project, right?” You slid down slowly, approaching him. Your nose crinkled at the unpleasant smell of the potion. “You need to add more ingredients, Deucey,” you said, your large tail sweeping across the shelf and sending ingredients tumbling into the cauldron in one swift motion.

“[Name]?!” The potion began to fizz, bubble, and foam. “Is it supposed to do that?” Deuce took a nervous step back.

“Just give it a second, okay?” You waved off his concerns.

“But [Name], it’s—”

BOOM!

Smoke filled the classroom, momentarily blinding Deuce. When the haze cleared, you were gone, and the potion was… well, interesting? Next to the cauldron lay a small sticky note that he couldn’t decipher.

“What does ‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son! I have jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jujub bird, and shun, The frumious Bandersnatch!’ mean?”

It means, “Don’t tell Riddle I helped you! If he catches us, he’ll unleash hell on both of us!”