ch2rub

[ch2rub]

Sorry for not updating my mischa fic for a bit. Have crazy writers block right now and the current chapter that i'm writing is just not coming out the way i want it. It might be a bit till i upload the next chapter. Sorry guys. Have been thinking of posting some of my art on here if anyone wants to see that.

[ch2rub]

~ Who are you? ~ A Mischa x Reader fic

Ch-4/2

Posted onto all platform- July 26, 2024

TW- Panic attack and self harm mentioned

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"O-oh uhm, hey Ocean." You say with a shaky voice. You look at her with wide eyes as you start to panic. Not having a single explanation for why you were so scared and nervous, or what the broken porcelain doll had to do with anything. Not wanting to seem like a looney you tried the first excuse that came to your mind.

"Was just, looking around. You know" Not only are you the worst liar in all of history, but that did not cover for the doll on the floor. Or why you were acting so spooked, even after the initial scare Ocean gave you just appearing behind you like that. Not hearing and steps of any sign of a person behind you. As you tried to lie to Ocean your voice continued to shake slightly. Your eyes drifted around the room, not wanting to look at Ocean in the eyes. You brought up your hand to fidget with the red tie around your neck. A wavering smile adorned your face as you tried to act as normal as possible.

"Yeah ... sure." Ocean responds, unimpressed. A sense of recognition goes over her face as she takes her first look at the doll. Suddenly getting quite nervous herself, she continued to ask you a question. "Is that your doll?" She pointed to the doll broken on the floor. The head was cleanly snapped off of its neck, after falling from the painting that seemed to have never been there in the first place.

"Uhh, nah. I was just-umm in here." You respond definitely not awkwardly or suspiciously. Not at all.

"You can take it if you want. I don't care." You say as you step towards the side. Trying to get as far as you could from the creepy doll. With each glance you gave it the more anxious and scared you seemed to get. You got as far away from the scene as possible. Walking toward the opposite side of the room and sitting down on a large box. Leaving Ocean to bend down and pick up the two pieces of the recently beheaded doll. "I'm just gonna take a seat real quick, s-sorry." As you sat you felt your sight slightly blur and your balance feel more uneven. Your legs almost giving out.

"Yeah, it's fine. Im um gonna fix this up and give it to a friend, I think it would make her really happy to see it." She grabbed the pieces and placed them onto the box where the painted canvas used to be before it disappeared. As Ocean slowly made her way towards you, you started to panic more. You stared down at your lap, clenching and unclenching you had while they shook more violently than they were before. Your vision continued to go in and out of focus. The air started to feel thicker. Making it harder and harder for you to breathe with each gasp. Everything felt muggy and uncomfortable. The air feeling hot and your uniform feeling scratchy. You started to feel sweat pool onto your forehead and you continuously scratched at your legs with your shaky hand. Continuing to get rougher and rougher with each scratch. You shifted in your seat continuously as your breathing got heavier. Your lungs heaved for air as it seemed unable to enter.

"Woah- hey hey hey. You're alright, you're gonna be fine." Ocean quickly rushed to your side after noticing the state you were in. The awkward space between the two of you disappeared once you started to panic. Ocean wasn't good with these things. She never was. Although her unwillingness to say it out loud, she knew she was a selfish person. Only ever really cared for herself, but she has been getting better at caring for others and being kinder. At Least she thinks she is.

She places her icy cold hands on your wrist, trying to restrain you from breaking skin. She gently rubbed her thumbs on your warmer hands. Trying to soothe you in any way she can think of. Her first thoughts were to stop you from hurting yourself and causing any harm to your body. The left side of her brain kicked in immediately as she quickly restrained yourself from harming yourself. The other way you could harm yourself was your incapability to breathe in enough air. Your blurring sight proved that if you weren't able to breathe normally soon, you would soon pass out.

"Match my breathing with me, ok." She said, not starting until she saw you lightly shake your head. Confirming that you were listening. "Deep breath in." She took a deep breath in and held it for a couple of seconds, prompting you to do the same. It was a struggle for you to gain control of your breathing again. Once you were able to focus on her words and instructions your eyesight was clearing up. So was the shakiness in your hands and the urge to continue and scratch and scratch until your skin was gone. The clammy feeling slowly dispersed and so did the uncomfortable feeling you were getting from touching everything around.

"Are you ok?" Ocean asked. Her brows and mouth slightly downturned. You haven't known each other for long, but you can tell she clearly cares about you. Making sure that you were no longer in your mini-panicking state.

"Y-yeah yeah. Im ... im good. Thank you." The thank you was the scariest thing that came out of your mouth that day. Looking up into her eyes with your own teary ones sealing the deal. That being the first time you actually made eye contact that day, it shows how much you cared and appreciated what she had done for you if she wasn't there who knows what would happened. How you might have hurt yourself the more you broke down. Good thing that never happened and definitely won't ever happen. (wink wink nudge nudge)

It was obvious Ocean wanted to know what happened before she entered the room that caused you to go into a panic attack, but sensing that it would be insensitive to ask straight away she decided against it. For the remaining minutes, the two of you sat side by side on the large box. Not a word was spoken to each other. The quiet was calming, it felt peaceful. The only sound was your heavy breaths as you continued to calm yourself down from the incident. Ocean didn't say anything. Not really knowing if she should say anything. She decided that making sure that you were fine for the remainder of the lunch period would be better than trying to make awkward small talk, or just leaving altogether.

Once the bell rang you pushed yourself up from the box and walked towards the door. Catching a peak of the porcelain doll on the box in front of the door and shivering. As you walked out you felt Ocean eyes continue to track your every move. Her not making any moves to leave when the bell rang, unlike yourself. You didn't think much of it, your head being somewhere else. As you walk down the dim hallway to your next class you jump up from another thump hitting the small window.

"Jesus fucking christ. What the hell."

You quietly mutter some curses under your breath as you peered into the window to be met with the sight of three dead crows. The third being the newest. You turn back to and quickly power walk away from the trio of dead birds. Having no idea why they keep committing suicide by slamming themselves into the window you decided to look it up later.

You arrived at your next class, doing your usual sweep of the students attending your class. You first started doing this because you wanted to get used to the faces that were gonna be surrounding you. Then it turned into you trying to search for Penny or any sign of her. You want to think that you continue to do this habit today to look for your missing friend, but the longer the day went on. The more you realized why you were searching the room. It was pathetic really. Or at least you thought it was. You continued to search each class in hopes of seeing the inky soft hair you saw last night. As you sat down your mind continued to linger on the thought of your dream boy. Not wanting to think about what had happened in the choir room any longer. Locking it away in the back of your mind.

To distract yourself from the things you did not want to face, and the boredom of your current classes. You continued to think of the boy your heart seemed to long for. A part of you felt that it was pitiful. To have fallen for a boy you have never met and most likely, does not exist. The other part of you though, wants him. No not want. Needs him. To hear him speak. To feel his fingertips run against your arms. Even the thought of it causing you to shiver slightly. The part of you would not be satisfied until you had an interaction with the dream boy. You scoffed internally. 'Like that would ever happen.'

As far as you know he does not exist. Just a figment of your imagination. Something your brain could've created to give yourself comfort in these stressful times. You believed the part of your brain that hated the idea of obsessing over this fictional man. (looking at you guys) You wanted to get rid of the thought of him. You decided to give yourself the day to let your heart fall into the fake scenarios that your brain created of the man. Just giving yourself the day to feel the ecstasy of having a crush.

You always hated the idea of crushes. For most crushes only lasted a week, maybe two at most. That's how it was for all of the other girls in school back in the city. For you it was different. You've only ever had two real crushes in the past. Both of them lasting around two to three years. Insane I know, but you never seemed to let go. Your heart clinging on although you knew they would never like you back. They never did. As a matter of a fact you almost going to graduate high school and you never had your first kiss. It's shameful really. That's why you hated the thought of liking someone romantically. After past experiences, you learned that it always ended with you feeling worse about yourself than before. At Least this time you won't have to face rejection.

While getting home you made yourself a game plan. Something to stick to that will make this stupid little crush to go away. In your brain, this will help you stay on track and not let yourself give in to the way a crush feels. At first, it feels wonderful to admire someone, but the longer you have it the worse it gets. You would know what it's like, and having a crush on a boy you say momentarily in a dream in a no-no. Him only existing in your mind will cause the crush to slowly eat at you. The only way your past crushes went away was because you lost contact with them. Giving your brain nothing to cling to. That won't work for a boy entirely made in your mind.

Your plan is to give yourself a day to be a lovesick fool. You don't want to admit it but at first, it feels good to have a crush. Not having one in a while you just want to feel it again. Giving yourself a day lets you not get too hung up on the feelings. If you let yourself act like this for any longer you would lose control over your feelings. That won't be good.

Tomorrow you'll focus on finding a new boy. Look around your classes and find the one that you think is the most attractive or someone that you find charming. Try to talk with them and develop a friendship. This would be killing two birds with one stone. You were in desperate need of a friend who wasn't missing or someone you only seemed to see at lunch. This will give you a new friend and someone to distract yourself with. If everything goes to plan you'll be able to get feelings for this new guy and not think about the dream boy any longer. Maybe if you're lucky you'll get yourself a boyfriend. Who knows.

In your mind, this was the best thing you can think of. Fighting fire with fire.

Little did you know this would backfire in a way you would never expect.

.........

Arriving home you opened the door and quickly headed downstairs into your room. Not going to give your mom your usual greeting and recap talk. Being so focused you didn't realize that your mother wasn't there at all.

You jogged down the steps and headed straight to your bed. Taking off your sneakers along the way and shedding your backpack before you hopped onto your mattress. You grabbed your homework from your bag to start it and finish it as fast as you can. Wanting to get it out of the way so you can do other things.

On your way home and after making your game plan you had some time to think. One thing you remembered you wanted to search up was what was up with those freaky ass crows. Three of them have slammed themselves into the hallway window. One yesterday and two today. Not only that but the stuff with the painting. You didn't want to confront it and had no plan of doing so, but after some thought you decided not to. Leaving the experience as locked away as you can and bottling up the experience. You didn't want to confront the feelings that you felt but you did have questions you wanted answered. You marked it all up to this shitty town you just had to move to. You have no idea why you even moved. You have wanted to ask your mom about it but never did. As you thought that it was the town's fault for everything that has happened you wanted to do some research. Wanting to look at everything you can about the town online.

Finishing your homework in record time, you jumped up to one of the boxes in the corner of the room. Starting to gain dust. You rub your finger across the top of it and cringing. Reminding you that you still had to fully unpack. You opened it at grabbed the laptop from under all of the random things you had stuffed in there. Grabbing it and setting it on your bed you open it up to find out that it had more power. Internally groaning you went back to the box to fish out the charger and plug the laptop in. Sitting down on the bed and sighing. With all of the initial adrenaline going away you think of what to do to pass the time. Your eyes wander over to the closet, remembering that there were things still left to discover.

You walked over to the mini walk-in closet and look around. Running your fingertips along your clothes and some of the ones you decided to keep, remembering you had to do your laundry. Pushing that thought to the back of your brain you bent down to grab the small box stuffed in the back of the closet. You grabbed it and opened the lid. Remembering the last time you opened it was your second night here, to watch the saw movie. You left the movie discarded on the table that was holding the TV up. Never feeling bothered to put it back. Thinking back onto that night reminded you of the soothing scent you smelt and the feeling of someone next to you. 'Just another weird ass thing that happened in this town' You say brushing it off. Only adding to your want to search about uranium.

Grabbing the box and plopping down onto the bed, the first thing that caught your interest was an iPod. Grabbing you went through the songs added onto it. Mostly rap songs with the occasional rock or indie rock song. Expected from the posters adorning the walls. Continuing to shift through the box you take notice of five pieces of paper. Four of them being white leaf paper folded to fit into envelopes. The remaining one is a postcard. Grabbing the square piece of paper you see the printing on the front to be a view of a large building with a mint green dome for a roof. The background is full of large silver skyscrapers.

On the bottom of the photo saying "HELLO FROM KYIV" Using your lacking geographical skill you remember that Kyiv was the capital of either Ukraine or Russia. You weren't sure which. Flipping it over you look at the words and try to read them, only to realize they were in another language. Makes sense if it was coming from Ukraine or Russia.

до Міша Бачінскі

                Ми сподіваємося, що у вашій новій сім'ї все добре. Ми надсилаємо цього листа з деякими сумними новинами. На жаль, сьогодні вранці твоя мати померла. Лікарі кажуть, що через отруєння ураном. Якщо у вас і вашої нової сім'ї немає грошей на похорон, ми змушені поховати її в могилі, яка оплачується податками, без похорону. 

                                                      Наші глибокі вибачення. ЮНІСЕФ.

Not understanding a lick of the language you continued to study the paper and noticed slightly faded tear stains. It would be hard to notice with one glance but it was definitely there. 'Poor guy' Not being able to read it caused you to lose interest fast and toss it back into the boxes. Grabbing the folded sheets of paper, you open them up to be met with writing in the same language. The writing was more messy and sprawled out than the neater and more formal postcard. You notice the same tear stains on two of the pieces of paper. The other two not having any trace of tears. Frowning you folded the pieces of paper back up a throwing them into the box. Feeling empathy for the kid but also disappointed that you didn't learn anything new about the mystery teen who lived here before you.

Tossing the box onto the floor you grabbed your laptop to see if it would turn on and it did. You immediately typed in your passcode and went to Google. Your first search being "What does it mean when crows hit windows." That being the first thing on your mind. Scrolling down the results you see the usual ones about birds' visions and them not being able to see glass but one result caught your eye. You see one result about the symbology and the meaning of a crow hitting a window. Clicking on the link you start reading the contents. Apparently, when a crow hits a window it means something bad is going to happen. This caused your eyes to widen. You were left with two options. Either this was the universe telling you that this town is bad news and to leave, or it's just the birds having shit eyes. Thinking about it the bid did first hit the window when I met Constance and Ocean. Then again when I had the moment with the painting.

You wouldn't think of the two girls as a bad thing. Yeah, they were a little weird with their first impressions but today ocean proved to you that she cared and was a good friend. The crow hitting the window today being the main red flag. Either it was warning you about the anxiety attack you were gonna get or it was just a stupid coincidence. You left it as a coincidence as you never believed in that superstition stuff and continued your search. The next thing you searched up was "Uranium City"

You click on the first link being wikipedia, not bothering to scroll. Reading it you took mind to bits that you felt were important to know. It told you that the population was 90. Makes sense didn't think there would be too many people here. Scanning over the history you read what catches your eye. Parts that told you how uranium was used for mines, specifically mining Uranium (who would've guessed) this caused the population to grow a thrive. That was until the closure of the mines in 1982 that caused many residents to move. Leading it to be the small town it is today. After scrolling a bit on the wiki page you didn't seem to find anything you wanted. You started to read the recent news section. All you were able to read was "fall fair accident" before you heard your mother call your name from the stairs. Leading you to close your computer and forget anything about the fall fair and what this accident may be.

postcard translation -  To Mischa Bachinski

We hope that you are doing well with your new family. We send this letter with some unfortunate news. Sadly your mother has passed away this morning. The doctors say it's due to uranium poisoning. Unless you and your new family have the money for a funeral, we are forced to bury her in a tax supported grave with no funeral. 

                                                            Our deepest apologies. The UNICEF

I might write what Mischa wrote on those letters. Let me know if you guys want to see that. Was not expecting this chapter to almost be the same size as the last one oops.

[ch2rub]

~ Who are you? ~ A Mischa x Reader fic

Ch-4/1

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Posted onto all platforms- July 24, 2024

You open your eyes to be met with darkness. Only a bit of the moonlight being let into your room from a small window. You look towards you alarm clock to see it says 3:00 am. As you sit up drowsily with you school uniform sticking to your skin with sweat, you sit to think.

'never should've taken that nap.'

you sat there feeling disgusting and not at all refreshed. Like you didn't just wake up from a long nap. You rub your eyes to get rid of some of the crust as you realize some problems.

1. you smell horrible.

2. You have so much homework you weren't able to get done.

3. There is something up with this town.

You start on the first problem. opting to get up and walk towards the bathroom upstairs to take a shower. Trying to be a quiet as you can but of course everything is ten times louder than it normally would be. With each step the stairs let out a loud creek. You tried your best to shuffle on the floor boards to minimise the amount of sound your making but it did nothing to dampen each groan the wood made. After having to travel through the dark halls of your new house, almost getting lost in the large home you were able to arrive in the bathroom. Letting out a sigh as you got ready to clean yourself. You strip and turned on the shower to let it heat up. After a minute the shower was at your perfect temperature so you stepped inside.

Feeling you body relax as you let the warm water cascade down your back. You stand in the shower for a second, letting your brain process everything that has happened so far. After moving to uranium everything seemed to have happened so fast you couldn't get a moment to relax and think. It was only wednesday and yet so much has happened since you arrived on sunday. As you stood there you thought back onto the previous days and everything that had happened. As far as you know this town makes feels a little off. Not only was it those two girls you met yesterday but the constant feeling that you are being watched. Last night you immediately assumed you had a stalker but after some thinking, this is a really small town. Nothing that interesting would be happening here. Especially to you. Nothing ever happens to you that's odd. Except for what you saw earlier in your moms studio.

You shudder as you think back on it. You tried to forget it but it stays in your mind. You decide to think about it later as you continued your shower. Once you were done you turned of the showerhead and stepped out of the shower. Wrapping a warm towel around you and grabbing your dirty uniform. You quickly made you way through the dark hallways down into your room. You quickly change into a large t shirt and some shorts. You sit down on your bed and decide to do the homework you didn't do earlier in the day. Grabbing your bag you pull out notebooks and pencils getting to work.

.........

After 10 minutes or so you've finished all of the work. 'fucking hate math' You set your pencil down and stuff everything into your bag. A quick glance to the clock next to your bed lead you to the decision that you should get to sleep. Hoping you wont feel like shit for being up so late, you let yourself fall onto your pillow. Trying to close your eyes and rest but of course it's not that easy. You shuffle around a little bit trying to get comfortable under your blankets but nothing helps. You curl up into yourself under your covers trying to fall asleep and not let your thoughts eat at you. Knowing yourself you knew the longer you stayed awake the more you'll think about the stuff you continue to try and avoid. The feelings and experiences you wished would just disappear. Some recent some older.

You finally start dozing off after many, many minutes. Before you know it you wake up again but not in the same place you fell asleep. Well it is the same place but it looks different. It looks like how it was when you moved in. Except more lived in. You sat up confused looking around. You noticed a teen in your room. Pacing back and forth in front of the bed, Mumbling something under his breath.

The boy ran his fingers through his dark raven hair. He has olive skin and kissable lips. His brows furrowed as he continues to stress out about something you have no clue about. You continue to stare at him. Sort of locked in a trance. Admiring the way his lips move and the way his fingers comb through his soft hair. You continue to look him up and down. Looking at his dark brown eyes and the way they shift around the room. He stops his pacing and slumps down onto the floor. Sitting against the wall and pulling his knees up to his chest. Resting his head onto his legs and interlocking his hands around his knees. This sudden movement knocks you out of the trance you where in as you start to panic.

"Hello?!" You shout. Hoping to find some answers as to who he is, what happened to the room you were occupying, and why he was in that said room. Your shout landed onto deaf ears as the boy continues to sit against the wall. You slowly get up from the bed and walk towards him. Taking a deep breath as you try and tap him. Trying to get his attention. This leads to your hand going through his arm as if you were a hologram. You gasp and back up from the boy. Starting to freak yourself out, you sit down next to him. Having no clue what to do. As you sit there the sound of sniffing got you attention. You turn your head towards the boy next to you. You see his shoulder shaking and quiet sobs coming from the boy. You feel empathy and wish you could comfort the stranger but after your first failed attempt you don't try to touch him again. Not wanting to make yourself panic more.

You look around the room to see it emptier than it was when you first moved in. You notice no posters adorning the walls, or some of the little things that were put in there that gave it character. It looked more empty that it did when you first arrived. You look back to the boy next to you. His figure dwarfing you although both of you were sat. You tilt your head slightly as you try and make out the words silently coming for his lips. The harder you tried to listen and figure out what he was saying the less sense it made. The words sounded like gibberish. Like he was speaking different language. You didn't know what language it was but it sure as hell wasn't english. He looked up and wiped his eyes. The sight of his red puffy eyes and red nose caused your heart to squeeze. Seeing him in this state saddened you more than you thought it would. Of course you felt empathy for the crying boy. You wouldn't be human if you didn't, but you felt bad for him in a different way. Almost like seeing you life long friend break apart. The only difference being is that you didn't know this boy. He was a stranger. Seeing his beautiful eyes water as tears threatened to continue spill made you want to reach out and hug him. To hold him tight and comb your finger through his soft hair. To whisper into his ear and tell him everything would be ok.

"Fucking pathetic" He mutters. Standing up from the ground and wiping his eyes one last time. This snapped you out of your thoughts as you took notice to his heavy accent. He grabbed a small ipod from the nightstand next to the mattress and plugged the headphones into his ears. Closing his eyes and resting his head against the wall as he sat down onto the makeshift bed. Breathing in and out a couple of times. While this happens all you can think about is his accent as you continue to stare at him. Caught up in the same trance you were in earlier. You wish you can hear him speak again. Finding to adore his heavy accent right away.

You eyes quickly snap open after an alarm blared into you ear. Rolling onto your side with a groan you slap you alarm clock to turn it off.

7:00 AM

With a sigh you turn back onto you back. The boy was a dream. You kinda wish it wasn't. Thinking about his ebony locks and thick accent. Omg do you long to hear him speak again. To have him whisper into you ear while he held you close to himself. He was the boy of you dreams. Key word being dreams as he does not exist and never will. He was just some kid in you dream. There's no reason to continue to think about him.

You shake you head, trying to get rid of your thoughts as if you were an etch-a-sketch. You sit up and stretch your arms above you hea, hearing the joints pop. You lazily get out of the bed and walk up the stairs to get ready for the day. You walk into the bathroom and do your business. Brushing your teeth, washing your face, and using the restroom. You walk down into your room and get dressed into your uniform. You head back up the stairs into the kitchen to have some breakfast. Expecting to see you mother in the kitchen it caught you off guard when she was nowhere to be seen. Your first thought was that she just slept in late but you know your mother. You know she never sleeps in.

You look up to the door of her room to see it shut. You quickly look outside and still see her car parked in the driveway so you decide to go with the option that it was a one off day, and she did sleep in late. Everything was fine. You tried to convince yourself that but you knew it wasn't true. Whatever was going on here was not right. You start making yourself a bowl of cereal so you don't end up being late. You quickly poor some milk into the bowl after pouring your favorite cereal. You grab a spoon and start eating. After a couple of minutes you place the dirty dishes into the sink and walk towards the door. Grabbing you skateboard that was resting to the side of the door and opening it. You walk down your driveway and take a running start before you lay down the board and hop onto it. The running start giving you some momentum to start riding straight away.

.........

You arrive at your school. Yay :/

You get to your homeroom, not stopping at your locker because you opted to bringing your bag with you everywhere. You sat down at the desk you claimed as your own and looked around the room once or twice. Hoping to see Penny's face again, as usual. Or maybe even the two new girls you met. Ocean and Constance. Were they a little weird. Yeah, but you need to make new friends. As expected you didn't see the three girls but that wasn't what was bothering you. As much as you didnt want to admit it that boy you saw in your dream was still on your mind. A little of you hoping that he would be in your class. Although you knew how unlikely it was and that this was just some random guy your brain created, there was still a little part of you hoping that one day you would meet him. Maybe even just admire him from afar.

You took a deep breath. Closing your eyes and laying your head against your desk. You had about 20 mins of free time in homeroom. Not having any work to do, or any friends to talk to. You sat there with your head against your desk and your eyes close. Imagining how life would be like if it was perfect. If you never left the city to this small town. If you were with the boy from your dreams. If you .... if you met your father.

The loud ring of the bell took you out of your last thought. Making you get up from your desk, slinging your bag onto your shoulder and trudging off to you next class. The rest of the day went on like this. Going to class sitting down, and taking the required notes. While you arm moved over the paper to write down the info, you weren't really absorbing the information. Barley even paying attention. Your head still being in the clouds. At the beginning of first period you decided the thought of your Father wasn't worth it. There was a reason he left. There was a reason why you never met him. That unknown reason must've been enough that your mother would cringe at his name. Why he was never brought up in conversations.

You decided to leave it at that. You father wasn't worth the thought and that was that. You never knew why your father left but you never pried. Knowing how much it hurt you mother. If it pained her that much to think about it than you would never ask. Not wanting to put your mother through the tremendous amount of emotional pain that it caused her. There was this one time you asked about your father. You remember like it was yesterday. When you were little you always hoped that your father would come back. You never met him and seeing all of your friends have healthy relationships with their fathers hurt your little heart. You didn't understand why your father left, or even the fact that he abandoned you both. You thought that he left for a trip but was gonna come back. You felt satisfied leaving it at that. Making sense for you childish brain. That was until you turned seven. Finally becoming a big kid in you brain you thought you deserved to know.

Before you would alway be left in the dust. Being told that you were to young to know, and that you would understand when you were older. They were right about that. You younger self didn't get it. With that when you and your mother were setting up chairs for your birthday you assigned a seat for each person. Having yourself sit at the head of the table because it was your birthday. You left the two seats next to you empty. The right one being where you mother would sit, and the left your father. Your mother asked why you were leaving the left one empty. You told her it was for you dad when he would come back with you birthday present. A birthday present for all of the birthdays he missed. That's what you told your mother. You were convinced he would come back on your birthday. each year imagining him with a present bigger than the last. That's what you younger brain always tried to tell yourself. That that's why you wanted him there. Other than that you were fine with your mother.

Now you understand that that wasn't the truth. You know you longed for a father figure. For someone to take care of you the way your friends fathers would take care of them. Of course you still had your mother but that was different. It's different between a way a mother parents compared to a father. Without both you felt like you were missing out. Like there was a part of you heart that was missing. Now you know it will forever be missing. You had to learn that truth on that fateful day. Seeing you mothers smile falter and eyes slightly water. In her mind she new he was never gonna come back. Seeing you with that large toothy grin. Eyes sparkling with hope. Seeing her expresion told you the truth. You were young but you were smart. You were able to notice her smile falter and eyes slightly water. Seeing that told you all you needed to know. Hearing her response further deepen the blade. The fact that he wasn't coming back and never will.

"BRRRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGGG"

You were taken from your thoughts by the bell for the second time that day. This time you were grateful for it. Knowing that if nothing took you from the thought of you father you would forever sit there. Thinking about that painful thought forever. Grabbing your bag you start walking towards the choir room. It was lunchtime and you finally gave up on looking for Penny. You already knew at this point that she wasn't going to be in the lunch room so why try. A small part of you wanted to go to the lunch room to try and look for those dark caramel brown eyes. To see those beautiful features again. Your brain stopped your heart from looking for you dream boy. Anyone would be able to tell that he would only be a dream. Only being able to see him while you daydream.

You walk down the same eerie hall that lead to the choir room. Feeling the same anxiety you felt everytime you walk down this hall. Why do you feel this way, you had no qlue. Maybe it was the way the air always seemed colder down this hall. The breeze causing you to shiver. Maybe it was the way there seemed to be no lights down the hall. Giving the hall a creepy darkness to it. The only light source being a window. A window that birds seemed to love throwing themselves at as another crow flew into it. You jumped from the unexpected thump from the bird forcefully hitting the glass. You look towards the window to be met with the gruesome sight of two dead birds. One you remember being a day older, as yesterday a crow threw itself full force at the window.

You turn back to face forward. Being freaked out at the fact that two day in a row a crow flew into the same window you quickly walked to the choir room. Not full on sprinting but quicker than a normal walk. You open the choir room down and quickly closed it behind yourself. You slightly caught off guard by a new item being in the room. Among the usual dusty boxes, your met with a canvas being propped on on of the boxes. You walk closer to it recognizing the figure painted onto the canvas. It's the same painting that you saw in your mother's studio.

The figure of a girl in a saint cassian uniform without a head being painted onto the canvas with shaky and disheveled lines. You can tell that each shake in the lines where the same as the painting from you home. This was the same painting that you mother made. How did it get to you school you had no idea. You didn't think about it for long as a chill went along your spine as you started to see it move again. It moved its arms up showing a porcelain doll. The doll had curly hair and pitch black holes for eyes. The girl let go of the doll. Letting it drop with an ear piercing crack. The doll somehow managed to make it out of the painting. Dropping onto the ground in front of you. The porcelain head cracking off of it neck. Slowly rolling to your feet.

Your eyes grew wide staring at the head, slightly kicking it with you foot. Making it roll and have the face face you. The dark beady eyes staring at you. You quickly turn your head at the painting. Seeing the girl move again she reached her hands out. Grabbing the edges of the painting. You watch as the headless girl try and pull herself out of the painting. Her finger being fully in your reality. You were able to see her ghostly white skin being stained with a sicking red. Presumably blood from her wounds.

"Watcha doing?" You feel an ice cold hand be place onto you shoulder. You quickly turn around to be met with a familiar face. You quickly turn back to the painting to see it gone completely as if it was never there. The only thing being proof of its existence being the broken doll laying at your feet.

Making this two parts cuz this chapter is long. Sorry

[ch2rub]

~ Who are you? ~ A Mischa x Reader fic

Ch - 3

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Posted - July 1, 2024

Posted onto tumblr - July 11, 2024

"BEEP BEEP BEEP"

You slam your hand onto the alarm clock beside you, making the noise stop. You lay in bed for a sec just to recap everything that happend in your mind. Things you wanted to remind yourself to do today. You think about your new friend Penny and how she just disappeared after asking about the choir. You think about how you saw that weird girl in the choir room. You remember that scent you smelt before you knocked out.

'Could it have been a dream?' You wondered. No. It couldn't have and the tv showing static in front of you helped prove it. Before continuing to dwell on the topic you look at the clock. Deciding it would be a good idea to get up and get ready for school before you lay in bed until your late. You decide to brush of the memory just as something you thought you smelt in your half awake state. Getting up you walk upstairs and use the bathroom. Greeting your mom who was in the kitchen reading the daily newspaper. As you walked into the bathroom, the cold tile jolts you awake. Something starts to nag at your mind. More specifically seeing your mom reading the daily newspaper made you feel like you're forgetting something. Something important. Something definitely about a newspaper. While you stand there blankly in the middle of the bathroom you mother started to yell at you to hurry up. You quickly got back to getting ready. Washing your face, brushing your teeth, using the toilet, ect. After putting on your uniform you walk back up stairs. Your mother ready herself, putting on shoes to go out somewhere.

"Where are you going?" You ask your mother.

"I'm going out to the furniture shop to get stuff for my studio upstairs. Maybe a couple of trinkets if I find any." She answers

"Ok. Don't forget to get shelves for my room." You call out as she walks out the house.

"I wont!" She yells back. Slamming the door as she walks out.

Your mother left giving yourself a couple of minutes before you have to head off to school. Wandering around the kitchen you start opening random drawers and rummaging through them. Just as your about to open one that looks like a piece of paper was stuffed into it you look up to the clock and see the time. your eyes widen and you run out the house so and make you way to school. Still taking wrong turns and getting lost but it was not as bad as the day before.

Arriving to school there still is no sign of penny. Trying to distract of the thought that you made a mistake dwelling in your mind you try and make other friends. Talking to some of the reoccuring people in your class. Most brushing you off except for one or two. The day continues to go one like this until lunch.

You walk into the lunch room observing the students that are there. Realizing this was the first time you ever entered the cafeteria. Making a quick headcount you are able to count a little over 50 kids. Looking at all of your peers you don't seem to see the two faces you've been searching for all day. One of them of course being Penny, but you can't stop thinking about that character you seemed to become friends with the other day. Or atleast what you think making friends is. It's just that something about her intrigues you. One of the things that caused you to continue to search for penny. That little thought in the back of your mind. The thought that this could be something more. Not seeing either of them you decide to skip lunch again today and head to the chorus room. If you were lucky you would see Penny or at least that strange girl you've encountered there the day before. It would be good to make friends and those two were the closest you got.

You walk down the halls. Them being eerily empty which is weird because they are empty half of the time. You notice its just the hall leading to the chorus room causing you to feel this way. The air just seems off around the room. Walking down the hall towards the room the air feels colder. You look towards your right, looking through the small rectangular window. The only source of light in the small hallway that only lead towards the chorus room. Outside of the window there seems to be nothing out of the ordinary. That is until a black crow sweep down towards the window. Quickly hitting it with a loud band and falling down towards the ground. Seemingly towards its demise. You quickly jump up as a reaction towards the loud and unexpected occurrence. You quickly peer at the dead bird and saw its mutilated body. Being grossed and freaked out you quickly head towards the room at the end of the hall. Not wanting to be anywhere near the dead bird. You rush towards the chorus room. Walking towards the door and slamming it behind you. You stop once you meet the sight of two pairs of eyes.

One of them you recognize. The stout and odd girl you met the other day. You quickly look towards the new face. She's thin and a little taller than the girl trying to hide behind her. She's wearing the same girl uniform and has ginger pin straight hair pushed back with a grey headband. You can tell just by looking at her that she's the classic know it all. You don't get to look at her for too long as she quickly turns back to the purpled haired one. Going back to her conversation as if you weren't even there. The shorter one continues to try and hide behind the red head with no avail. She continues to look in your direction and gently nudge her friend. Trying to get her attention.

"She's looking at us." The shorter one whispers.

"Done be silly she cant even see us." The redhead says back, not even trying to lower her voice.

'what a bitch'

"Um.. Excuse me?" You speak out. Showing you obvious annoyance through the tone in your voice. You put your hands on you hips and look at the girl with furrowed brows.

"Oh!" She turns back around with wide eyes. Confused on how you are able to see and hear them. "I haven't seen you around? Are you new?" She asks

"Yeah, moved in a day ago." You say, sass and attitude still present.

"Oh! Well it's a pleasure to meet you."

'Yeah sure..'

"Im Ocean!" She goes in to shake your hand. You take it and it's freezing. "This is Constance!" She slightly nods towards the girl still cowering behind her. Constance give you a little wave. Looking at you like you from another planet. You notice ocean slightly glance at Constance like the craziest thing is happening. You are no sure why. This is just a normal interaction. Right?

"What brings you here?" She queeries

"Im looking for my friend Penny." You say, perking up and hoping to get some info as to where you friend has disappeared to. "Have you seen her?"

"Oh no, I haven't seen her in a couple of days."

The both of you just stare at each other for and awkward second or two. Not having anything to say to each other. To break up the silence you ask Ocean a question.

"What are you doing in here? Doesn't seem like much is going on in here." You say looking around the dark and abandoned room. As Ocean starts talking you turn your focus towards her. Paying attention to the stuck up prodigy.

"Me and Consty like hanging out her from time to time. We were actually in the choir last year!"

"Really!" You respond. "I'm not to sure what happened to the choir... I think penny was gonna tell me but she kinda disappeared." Ocean nodded as you continued to yap on. Constance continuing to shrink behind the lean girl. "Do you think you could tell me?" You ask hoping to get some answers.

"Oh, I dont think thats for me to say." She says quietly. Bairley over a whisper. "It's a sensitive topic. You know."

"Yeah I get it."

Before that awkward silence creeped between the three of you (More like the two of you) You start speaking. "I was planning on cleaning up the choir room. Would you like to help me?" You offered. Assuming she would be interested as she was in the choir last year.

"Of course I would!"

RRRRIIIIINNNNGGGG

Before the conversation could continue the school bell blared behind the three of you. Notifying the students that lunch had ended.

"Well I better get going" You say turning on your heal and heading. As you walk out of the room you can feel the stares of the two girls bore into you head until they disappear out of nowhere. You pay no mind to the odd disappearance and continue you walk down the hallway.

Throughout the day your eyes continue to linger for your missing friend, But as well for the two new people you have met. Hoping to sprout a new friendship of course but also to scratch that small itch of curiousness. The want for answers in the back of your mind continuing to eat away at your thoughts until all you can think of was what couldve possibly happened that made Penny disappeared. But also one devastating thought that you just can't get rid of.

What if it was all your fault.

What if your the reason Pennys gone.

What if she doesn't want to be around you anymore.

What if you ruined your chances at a friendship, and potentially the only friendship you would be able to have in this new god forsaken town.

What if.

That thought continued to stay in your mind. Not letting you focus on anything else. The other kids in class you have yet to meet. What your new teachers are teaching. How you could possibly make it in this town that you never wanted to be put in. You continue to sit in class after class. Not taking any notes. Not being able to think about anything except that terrorizing thought. The thought that it was YOUR fault.

.........

Your snapped out of your thoughts when the bell rings for the final time today. You grab your stuff and walk through the halls. You quickly stop when you feel eyes staring at you. But unlike the feeling you felt earlier in the day it wasn't harsh but gentle. You turn around and look around, but to no avail. As you continue to walk through the halls towards the exit the eyes continue to track you. Never once does it feel like the person is here to cause you harm so you continue walking. Deciding to ignore it, you continue your journey home. Learning the roads quicker than you thought you would. You make it home and expect to see your mother waiting for you in the kitchen, but you were met with an empty home.

"Mom? I'm here!" You called out into the empty halls but was met with no answer. You continue to walk into each room searching for you mom. You walk into your mother's studio after searching in the living room and kitchen. Once you enter your met with a weirdly eerie empty room. Unlike you mother and her old studio there doesn't seem to be a spot of color in the room. The walls still a hospital office white with nothing adorning the walls. The room was fairly empty with nothing in it except for a couple of boxes your mother hasn't unpacked and an easel with a canvas in the corner of the room. Deciding to halt your search for you mother due to curiousness you continue to walk towards the canvas. You let your eyes wander the canvas viewing what you mother had painted. Expecting to be met with a landscape of some sorts (Usually what she paints) You were met with shaky strokes of paint passing through many different directions. Continuing to study it with furrowed eyebrows you can make somewhat of a figure out of the panicked strokes. You can make out what seems to be a girl in the same uniform from you school, standing their but unexpectedly without a head. You feel your heartbeat start to pick up as it starts pounding in your ears. You vision started blurring as everything around you get louder. The image seems to move slightly. The girls hands moving up to search for a head that was not there. You start to feel drops of sweat bead on your forehead.

'what is this? is mom okay?' You think in panicked thoughts Your eyes keep darting around the image until you couldn't take the sight of it any longer. The ringing in your ears started to become unbearable. You turn around, ready to make a break to your bedroom in the basement and hope you mother would show up. You quickly come to a stop after you turn around.

"What are you doing here sweetie" You mother asks with a sickly sweet smile graced upon her features.

"C'mon let's get out of her. I got a couple of stuff for the house from the furniture store that i'll need your help with. Its in the car." With that your Mother took your hand and lead your out of the room. You slightly turn back to try and see the paining. To prove to yourself that you didn't imagine it all, the nonchalant tone in your mother's voice helping disprove any hope that it was real. You step outside with your mother and get the items from the car. You help her bring them inside but the memory of that painting wont leave your mind. Leaving you with more questions than your had before. Would they ever get answered? Who knows.

.........

You sit down in the kitchen after moving all of the furniture. Your Mom got things for her studio as well as the shelves for your room. You grab a glass of water to cool off after all of the manual labor. You take small sips of your water while sitting in the kitchen. You stare at the wall, the memories from the day replaying in your mind. Skipping over somethings that you would rather not be reminded of. One of those memories being what you saw in your mother's studio. You bran already making work of it and pushing it to the farthest corners. Where it will hopefully never see the light of day again. As you sit there and think while sipping on the cold glass in your hand you feel a similar feeling. The feeling of eyes staring into the back of your head. The same feeling from earlier in school. The feeling of the kind stare gazing over your figure you can't help but feel calm and safe. At first you think it's your mother but after seeing her lock herself in her studio after moving in the furniture you doubt it was her. although it isn't someone you recognize you continue to sit there. Not feeling bothered by the thought of this stranger staring at you. In your mind you hoped it was just your brain playing trick on you. That there was no one actually staring at your in your own home, but your know your just trying to convince yourself that there isn't some stalker following you throughout the day. Your always right about feelings like this and a stalker is not what you want to deal with right now.

'It will make my life a bit more interesting.' You think. Trying to make the situation seem less daring. The fact that there is someone most definitely staring at you or the fact that you don't seem to mind. You just cant choose which one is more disturbing. After sitting there for awhile you realize that you cup was empty. You walk towards the sink to place you glass and head down into your room. You flop down onto the bed and lay there for a second. Feeling unable to get up or do anything productive. Knowing you don't have anymore homework you decide to take a short nap. I mean what's the harm in that. Getting into a more comfortable position you stuff your face into your pillow. Not feeling tired but if your stay in this position your bound to fall asleep at some point. Laying there you smell the same aroma as before. The scent calming your down immediately, making you drowsy. You try to lift your head but your unable to as your sleepiness takes over. You feel a cold hand run through your hair. You slowly fall asleep from soothing sensations. As you fall asleep you can only think one thing.

I def have a stalker.

[ch2rub]

~ Who are you? ~ A Mischa x Reader fic

Ch - 2

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Posted - March 23

Posted onto Tumblr - July 11th 2024

After a couple of minutes and almost getting lost on the unfamiliar streets you arrived at your high school. A smaller school compared to the one you used to attend but defiantly a manageable size. At least your not gonna get lost on your first day.

You walk in and look around. The main part of the building where the the entrance leads to has a boys and girls bathroom, two hallways leading to opposite sides of the school, and two big double doors leading to a large gym. Not knowing where to go next you walk around to find a person. Once you turn into the hallway on the far right side you spot a girl with brown amber braids that are laid against her uniform. As Well as a greyish white long sleeve under her uniform.

'How is she wearing that under her uniform, it's like a hundred degrees outside!' Walking up to her you tap her on the shoulder

"Hello. i'm new here and was wondering if you can show me where the office is."

She turns around quickly with a bright smile, her brown eyes squinting as she smiles.

"Your the new kid! You've been the talk of the town for a while. You name is y/n right? Im penny." She greets you with a warm smile. Her large dark brown eyes looking towards you with glee. Excited to meet a new person. She moves her hand towards you for a hand shake. You grab her hand and give it a firm shake.

"Follow me" Penny turns on her heel and walks down the hall. looking around you can see lockers and different classrooms. What catches your eyes is a board with clubs on it a sport or two and some upcoming stuff the school has put up to notify the few students that attend the school. Some of the things poking behind the new fliers being older and outdated from last year. You abruptly stop to take a look at the board. Penny noticing and walks back towards you.

"Anything your interested in?" she asks. You look around at the board reading the different stuff posted on there. You see a flyer to sign up for ice hockey. 'sports isn't my thing' You mentally cross it out. You see a flyer for a chess club and a drama club. 'Don't like chess. might check out that drama club.' Lastly you see a flyer for a choir posted on top of some sort of memorial flyer. You look to see the names signed up and only see Penny's. You turn to look at her and say.

"I want to do choir. I did it where I lived before so might as well. I think I also want to do drama." You pick up the pen connected to the drama poster and sign your name. You do the same with the choir one. You turn to her and see her head slightly down turned as she is in deep thought. A small frown on her face.

"What's wrong?" You ask. Worried about your new friend. Nervous you did something wrong.

"I-Ill tell you later. Here, let me show you where the office is and you can get to class. The bells about to ring and you don't want to be late on your first day." She says hurriedly. She grabs your arm and drags you towards the office. As soon as both of you get there she leaves. Speed walking away from you towards a classroom. Confused you turn back towards the office door and open it walking in. 'Wonder what happened with Penny. hopefully she's okay. Was it something I said?' While you're lost in your thoughts you hear a loud "Ahem" looking up you see the secretary.

"oh sorry"

With that you grab your new schedule and go on with your day. The thought of Penny plaguing your mind. Making it hard to go through the day. You bounce your leg. Staring at the clock waiting for it to signal that you can leave for lunch. Needing to know what Penny is gonna say. As soon as the bell rings you jump out of you seat. Grabbing your things and rising out of the room towards the lunch room. As soon as you enter you look around for penny. Not seeing the pale girl you decide to turn around. Hoping she's in the choir room. Where ever the choir room is.

You walk around the school for a good five minutes until you find a door in the back of the school labeled "CHOIR ROOM" Opening the door a whole bunch of dust flew into your face causing you to cough up a lung. 'Why hasn't anyone cleaned in here?" Looking up from your arm you see the dark dull room completely empty. With a couple of desks scattered in the room, small risers in the back, a small closet in the front of the room next to a brown old teachers desk, and a couple of boxes stacked in the back corner of the room. With confusion you wander into the room.

'why does it look so abandoned in here?' While you were looking around you hear a pair of footsteps walking towards the door. They sound heavy but somehow oddly light. Almost like the person was slightly hovering between each step. Turning around and expecting Penny cause you to be caught you off guard when you saw another new face. Surprised it was someone new since every class has 5 to 8 kids in them you would've thought you met everyone in this school. Even having a couple of the same teachers teach other subjects.

"Hello?" You call out towards the girl.

¨EEP!¨ She squeaks out as she quickly scurry's out of the room. While she runs out you get a quick look at her. She is wearing a school uniform like you. The large girl was wearing her black curls in buns. The ends of her hair dyed purple. She also has thick black glasses on her face.

You decide to follow her. You walk out of the classroom trailing behind her. That's when she turns a corner and disappears. 'That's weird.' You walk back to the empty classroom and continue shifting through old dusty boxes. Only finding sheets of music. That is until you hear a quiet murmur and look up again to see the same girl. Noticing her skin looks kind of... clear. This is weird.

"Hello?" You ask again. Looking up at her. "Are you alright? Do you need anything?"

"Oh! Um i'm alright...What are you doing in here?" She asks walking towards you slowly and gingerly.

"Im looking for my friend Penny! Im new here and she was showing me around." You answer. Not mentioning that she was going to tell you something incase it was personal. "Have you seen her around?"

"No I haven't, Sorry!" With that she quickly scurries off and turn a corner. Following her slowly you look to where she turned to see a dead end with the odd girl not there.

'What the hell is happening'

With that thought the bell rings. Signaling you to go to your next period. You drag yourself through the halls hoping that Penny is in one of your next classes. Considering the small population of this town it would have made sense if she was in a couple of you classes, but against all odds you never saw her again that day. You left the school that day very confused. That morning you were hoping for answers. Especially towards your new home and its odd past, But instead you left with more questions. You walk back home still getting confused on the way.

"Im home." You yell out to your mother who was sitting in the kitchen. She had a small frown on her face reading the newspaper which seemed to be outdated at least a year. Ignoring it you go on to talk about your day to your mother while putting down your book bag and taking off your shoes.

"I made a friend today! I also meet this weird girl."

"It's great you made a friend sweetie. What so weird about this girl though? You know you should never judge someone." You mother responds looking up at you slightly through her eyelashes. Still busy being occupied by the newspaper.

"She acted kinda odd, and she randomly like disappeared. She also was really freaked when I talked to her. Not too sure why."

"Well what did she look like?" Your mom put the news paper down slightly onto her lap as she makes eye contact with you, finally being interested about your day. Peeking slightly at the newspaper before you continued speaking only let you look at the title of the article she seemed to be reading. It was titled "OUR SIX SAINTS"

'Wonder what that's about'

Deciding to look at it later you went on to describe the girl you meet earlier that day.

"She had dark curly hair in like two buns with the ends dyed purple, she also had big glasses and was a bit on the bigger side."

"Oh really?" You mother say nervously. Quickly looking at the newspaper she was previously reading. Scanning that contents on it. She nervously looked up at you and then onto the paper again. "Did you see anyone else who acted like this?" She inquires as she fidgets with the paper in her hands. leg bouncing up and down.

"No, why?" You ask. Very confused about the way your mother is acting right now.

"No reason! Now get to your room and do your homework. Dont want you failing on your first day do you!" She pushes you away, quickly putting the news paper into a drawer and shutting it. You go downstairs into your room with no reason to not listen to your mom. Although she is acting very suspicious. As you walk down into you room with the loads of homework you got given for absolutely no reason, it being especially cruel because it's the first day of school. Who gives homework on the first day of school?! You sit on your bed and start on the work. Putting your headphones in and your favorite song onto your ipod.

TIME SKIP

(homework is boring)

Once you finish your homework you decide to look through some of the things left in the closet of the new room you've claimed. You walk towards the dresser you open the first drawer and see a couple of graphic tees and pants. The next one had boxers in it. 'Gross' You think putting the thought of emptying out this dresser in the back of your mind. 'At least i have a place to put the rest of my clothes.'

Next you walk towards the small nightstand next to your bed. The only thing you added to it was a small electric alarm clock, Not looking into the small drawer at the time. Opening you see wired headphones, a couple of more letters, small chains tangled together, lastly a charger and a slightly outdated iphone. Grabbing the phone you try to get in but stop after three failed attempts of guessing the password. You throw it back into the drawer and decide to go towards to the closet and quickly look through it a bit more. Not wanting to spend to long doing random stuff because it was getting late. Opening the closet you grab the box stuffed in there and decide to watch the saw dvd left in there. Not wanting to unbox the clothing you left in the cardboard boxes scattered around your room. You put the dvd into the tv on the dresser and enjoy the movie. Halfway though the movie you start to doze off. Right before you actually pass out you you feel a presence next to you on your bed, as well as a slight breeze pass through your room. The smell of dark pine, cinnamon, smoke, and a bit of alcohol reaching your nose. Before you can look you fall asleep.

[ch2rub]

~ Who are you? ~ A Mischa x Reader fic

This is my story that i originally posted onto wattpad and then onto Ao3. If you are reading this anywhere else other than Wattpad Ao3 or tumblr than it has been posted with our my permission.

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Ch - 1

Originally Posted - September 6th 2023

Posted onto Tumblr - July 11 2024

"HONEY WAKE UP!"

Your mom yelled at you from the front seat. You rub your eyes, tiredly groaning as you sit up. The leather sticking onto your skin from the heat.

"Good morning sweetie, were here." You mom smiles at you through the rear view mirror. You and your mother where moving away from the big city life in the states into a small city in Canada. Uranium City, Saskatchewan. A small city with a little over 70 people living there. You hate having to move to this stupid town and leaving everything back in the city. Having to move to a town where nothing happens. The worst part about it, You don't even know why your moving. You have some speculations but nothing out of the ordinary. You also fear that moving might take a toll on your single mother.

"Well what do you think?" Your Mother says as you both walk out of the car into the lawn. You look up at the biggest house on the street and most likely the town. While most of the houses in the area are small ranch houses or affordable family homes, this one looks more luxurious. Like the kind of house that the rich family in town would have. Which you know you definitely are not.

Looking up to the house it has a nice clean stone walkway up to the front door. With the walls being a forest green brick and the roof being a cool grey. The house also has a brick lining of natural deep browns and light blacks. From the outside you can tell it has two floors and plenty of rooms. Not the biggest mansion you've seen but definitely fancy compared to the smaller more run down houses surrounding it.

"How did we even afford this?" You say turning to you mother bewildered. Your mother letting out a sweet chuckle at your amazement. Shrugging as she responds.

"Something happened to the son of the family who used to live here a year ago and the parents just left town. Whatever happened to that kid must've been bad because this house was the cheapest one on the market. I couldn't just let an offer like this go. Do you see how big it is?"

"Hm" You respond looking back up at the house. "You sure we need all of this room? It is just the two of us."

"We can figure something out. Plus i've been meaning to setup an office for my art studio. Its been getting us some cash. We can use that while I look for a job around here. Judging by how small this place is I doubt I can find one here. I can look in a town over." You mother replies. Determination spread across her face. She slide her hands together as if she was dusting them off and places them on her hips. Russiling the fabric of her blue cardigan.

"Well, let's start moving these boxes" She says, Trying to get rid of the awkward silence between you two. Your mother and you get to work, starting moving the boxes from the back of your car into the house. Most furniture was left in the house so the only thing you needed to do was stock up and put up some decorations.

"So there are three bedrooms upstairs and the basement was also turned into a bedroom so, what room are you claiming? The master bedroom is mine of course." Your Mom says turning to you.

"I'll take the basement. I can have some privacy and you can do whatever you want upstairs" You reply. You grab your couple of boxes and bring it down to the basement dropping it onto the dusty floors.

"Guess this was the kids room" You look around the room observing the furniture that was already left in it. You see a twin sized mattress on the floor, A couple posters of rappers and other random things on the walls, a small night stand, a closet in the corner, and a dresser with a small tv and dvd player propped onto it.

'It looks kinda sad in here' You think as move closer to the closet. You open it up and see a small walk in closet. 'Damn these people where rich rich." Before you could start rummaging through the stuff left in there, something out of place caught your eye.

A whole bunch of toddler toys stuffed and thrown into the corner of the closet.

"Where they going to have a toddler" You think out loud as you pick up a plush dinosaur. 'Why would it be in this kids room? Looks like he was around my age.' You kick some of the stuff back into the corner deciding to figure it out another time. It's a super small town anyways someone must know what happen here. Right?

You move back up to see the clothes left. As you go through the random clothing the you see a box stuffed under all of the clothing. Almost as if it was being hid from someone. You bend down to pick it up and bring it to the plain bed. As you open it you see a couple of things. A small ipod, a cap, a couple of letters, a postcard, and a dvd copy of a saw movie. Right before you pick up the letters you hear your mother shout.

"Are you unpacking?"

'Shit'

"Im starting now." You yell back

You drop the letters back into the box and close it, setting it back where you found.

-TIME SKIP-

You finally finished unpacking, leaving most things that were in the room there. You kept the posters up and added some of your own. You changed the bedding to the plain black one you packed and put your clothes on the rack, deciding to keep some of the clothes that were already there. Reminding yourself to wash them later. You did still have more belongings in a box but there was no where to put them in the nearly empty room.

You turn and start to walk up the stairs shouting for your mother.

"Mom!"

"Yes N/n"

"We need to go to a furniture store."

"Why?" She asks, turning away from the small pile of boxes in front of her. "This place is fully furnished?"

"There's nowhere to put the rest of my stuff down there. It's basically empty."

"Alright sweetie" She says with a sigh turning back to the boxes. "I do have to get stuff for my studio anyways. Might as well kill two birds with one stone"

"Make sure you get your bookbag ready, You have school tomorrow." She says unpacking kitchen items.

"Ughhhh alright." You mope, dragging your feet as you walk back downstairs to get you bag ready.

When you get down there you grab your y/fc jansport bag from a box and start putting supplies in it.

-THE NEXT DAY -

(I'm too lazy to finish showing y/n doing random shit)

MONDAY

"BRING BRING BRING"

You groan rubbing your eyes and slapping the alarm clock next to you and you get up from the small bed.

you sit up yawning and stretching you you walk up stairs to the bathroom. You brush your teeth wash your face and use the toilet. You go back down into your room to get and outfit ready. Well that was until your mother yelled from the kitchen.

"Come get your uniform it just came in!"

"UNIFORM?!" You yell back confused.

(Feminine)

You run up the stairs into the kitchen to see your mom with a grey dress and white undershirt with black buckle shoes.

(Masculine)

You run up the stairs into the kitchen to see your mom with a red vest, White undershirt with a grey and red tie, grey slacks, and black dress shoes.

"Ughhhhhhh do I really have to wear those? There so ... Preppy"

"Yes sweetie now go put them on so you can have breakfast."

"Im gonna look like a nerd"

"Too bad. Now go put it on."

You grab the clothing from you mothers hands walking back down into you room to get dressed. As soon as you were done getting ready your stomach grumbled, begging for food. Complying you walk up the stairs into the kitchen with your bookbag and sit down to eat breakfast.

"Enjoy" Your mom said as she handed you a plate of pancakes. You devour the plate and set it into the sink, grabbing your skateboard from the side of the door.

"Bye mom i'm going to school. See you later!"

"Bye honey!" She shouts back

You open the front door and get on you skateboard. Skating to your new school and dreading what was to come.