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Demon magician likes to trick humans with his card tricks, they seem like something that any regular magician would be able to do, however, he likes to give all his spectators a card, whether they know it or not.

𑁍After a show, you check your pockets for change, but instead, you found a familiar playing card, the same one the odd magician was playing tricks with.

𑁍But then after examining the card, it suddenly disappears, your vision going black.

𑁍Waking up, you find yourself laying on the floor in the middle of nowhere, everything being black, the only thing visible being where you were standing.

𑁍Maniacal laughter is all you hear before that same magician pops up infront of you, smiling sweetly, however, it gave you chills.

𑁍Seemingly, there’s a spell on you, not being able to move, the magician looking at you up and down before taking off his hat and kissing you.

𑁍You open your eyes, you’re back where you were originally, the card in your hand no longer being there, instead the change you were looking for.

𑁍Was that a hallucination? Was it real? You don’t know. What you also don’t know is that you’re going to suffer with this for the rest of time.

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Silly little demonic magician

He would show you all kinds of tricks, only to hypnotise you, make you his plaything <3

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-Waking up in wattpad stories-

-The beginning-

-Part One-

"Oi, where are you taking me?"

The woman in black asked with a scowl. She was getting tired of walking so much behind her friend. It had been a while of aimlessly following him, without answer to where he was taking her.

All of a sudden, all senses of the woman were completely overwhelmed, pain taking over every nerve of her being, no matter how hard she tried to scream, nothing could be done at that split second the train made contact with her body. The memory went by a flash, and then…

.

.

.

-What....What is going on...?

Wait...don't tell me...

Did I seriously die?? Oh you got to be fucking kidding me! Where the fuck am I? Is this...heaven...?-

In the white emptiness, the woman in black floated around aimlessly, with a mix of expressions plastered on her face. No way she was dead. She had to be dreaming… right…? Unbelievable.

A few more curses left her mouth as she raged at the situation. Not knowing how to feel, it’s all she could do. I mean, in this situation, what CAN you do? Wallow in your own misery? Swear that you would haunt anyone who has wronged you? As if that mattered in this moment. She needed to know where she was in the first place before doing anything drastic, not like she could do anything in this white, dull space.

With no memory recollection of what happened on how she died in that split second, she could only make scenarios in her head on how she could have died.

Deep in thought, a subtle static sound could be heard.

"Welcome host, yes that is how you died and no, you are not in heaven"

There was a mysterious male sounding voice heard, which seemed to come from nowhere which startled the woman. Is that who she thinks she is? GOD?

-Are you God? Or am I going insane.-

"No Host. You are not going insane, also I am not “God”."

-You aren’t? Then who the hell are you? The boogeyman?-

She expressed sarcastically, a sly smirk plastered on her face.

"..."

-I was kidding, I'm not that dumb, I just died, am I not allowed to make any jokes here?-

The system felt like punching itself.

"Host please be serious, this is a serious matter"

-Fuck fine, I am curious on where I am. Also where the fuck are you?? Literally I don't know where to look, I don't see you anywhere. Maybe you ARE the boogeyman.-

Turning around in circles, there was still nothing but white nothingness, not a person or reflection in sight. Hearing a sign from the system, the woman chuckled.

"Host, I am not a physical being in the current moment, however let me finally start to explain as to where you are.”

-Oooh I'm talking to a ghost.-

She started making ghost sounds, not taking anything seriously. She couldn’t. She can’t.

No.

It was hard for her to accept her death, so she tried to see if she could break this “illusion” or dream by messing around instead. She can’t start having a breakdown out of nowhere.

The system rolled it’s non existent eyes and continued.

"To start off, I am an entity known as System 22. Where you are standing, more like floating, is a vast of negative space where time is non existent."

Yeah, she didn’t understand any of that.

-Ohhhh I see I see.

…

……

A bit of panic started settling.

-Why the fuck am I here, I can’t be fucking dead can I? I mean I was so young and all and if this is what death is after life then it’s completely heartbreaking to find ou-

The system immediately cut her off, not wanting to listen to useless rambling.

"Host, please be quiet and let me explain, you're making things more difficult for me.

Fine, she won’t talk then.

-...-

"Anyways I won't be wandering around the topic. Yes host, you are dead. Normally you would go either to heaven or hell, however due to your… unique capabilities, you were chosen for this mission and bound to me.”

What now?

-Uhhhhh.... What...?-

The system continued.

"Looking through all of your memories I can clearly see tha-"

-You. Went. Through. My. Memories..? BRO AT LEAST LET THE DEAD HAVE SOME PRIVACY??-

She was not pleased at the fact she was immediately exposed to some unknown entity who called itself some stupid system.

"Host please, this was a matter of selection, I go through a lot of peoples memories"

The woman rolled her eyes. Still invasion of privacy much?

-Whatever, why am I here and when can I go to heaven, I got an appointment with the big man of the skies.-

She joked. Or maybe not. She really didn’t want anything to do with this purgatory BS.

"Host, why do you have to be like this, I'm starting to regret choosing you. The reason as to why you're here is confidential information as of now. And unfortunately, you're not allowed to leave until you complete the mission you will be given.”

-W h a t.-

How was this fair???? She just died and having no time to process her emotions, she was dragged into this weird place, with some thing expecting her to do tasks just so she can rest in peace? Give her a break.

"You have no say in the matter, you can refuse for as long as you like but that will only waste your time and mine.”

Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath. Calm. It’s okay. Just go along with it. No matter. This is how you dealt with things, making a joke about everything. No matter how serious the situation was.

-Jesus Christ, here I thought that after death I would finally be able to rest go ur eternity while playing cards with god or something. Wait... speaking of death, how the fuck did I die?-

Curiosity finally won as she asked the question she had been dying (Literally) to ask.

"Host, you were hit full force by a moving train."

….

……

Huh?

How the hell?

-I'm pretty sure I wasn't on the rails...right...?-

"Enough of the nonsense host"

What nonsense? Everything she was feeling was human. Give her a break.

-Jeez I'm only trying to have fun here. Fine. So... what is my mission?-

Finally getting back on track the woman in black stopped messing around and was curious on what was going to happen next. Not like she can fight her way out of this anyway.

The system was delighted at hearing this.

"Host, your mission is to go in different parallel worlds and changing the fates of the individuals you will be living as, while also collecting fragments of that world.”

-Fragments? Changing fates? How many fragments?-

"There are 8 fragments total, host."

The system beamed.

The woman thought for a second, wondering if she could refuse and see if she could do something else instead.

-You know... System 22 now is it, I'm going to have to decline, I'm not getting anything out of this anyway.-

"..."

-So I recommend you choose someone else for the job.-

"Host, do remember that you will be living the lives of rich and powerful people"

Hearing this, her ears perked up and her attitude seemed to change with the flip of a switch. She gets to not have to struggle with money? Sign her up!

-Where do I start, sign me up, I've always wanted to live like the rich. Also, can you stop calling me host, it's weird, call me by my name, Lorica.-

It felt weird having the system call her host.

"I cannot do that Host. Now, you will be transported to your new world where I will proceed to explain the rules to you and what you need to do.”

As Lorica was about to say something, everything went dark.

Eyes fluttering in the sunshine as Lorica woke up in a plush bed.

She quickly looked around to see she was in a room not belonging to her.

Suddenly the same voice popped out of nowhere.

"How is it, host?"

-Yo, this is sick. Also are you in my head???-

It felt strange having someone in her thoughts.

"Yes host. This is so no one else can hear me. Anyways, it's best I start explaining how things work.”

-Please do because I am so god damn lost right now.”

"Someone sure is enthusiastic. While you travel worlds, I'll tell you the plot of that dimension, or story per say, this is transmigration. In each world, you are either the main character, the villain or a completely unrelated side character. In some way you will be associated with the main character."

Too many words.

-Bro what. Get to the point already.-

She wanted to quickly get things done, so she could enjoy her life of luxury.

"Don't rush me, host. Continuing on, there is a rule you MUST follow no matter what."

-And that issss.....?-

"Do not act OOC"

-What's OOC?-

"Out of character"

-What the fuck does that mean.-

"By that I mean you're supposed to act like the character in whose body you are, for example, the character you are right now is someone who is quite shy and cannot stand up for herself.  Meaning you have to act shy and not act any different.”

How in the world was she supposed to change the dates of the characters she was playing by not changing their personality?

-But that makes no sense?-

"I know host, but I know you'll be able to do it. Unfortunately it was not this System who made this rule so I cannot change it."

The system added regretfully.

-This is gonna be such a pain... also I know I'm supposed to find those fragments you were talking about earlier, but how do I do that?-

"Finding the fragments can be a difficult task and can only be achieved when you have changed the fate of the individual you are now.”

-Really now? Do tell me of whose body I am in right now.-

It felt strange inhabiting the body of someone else, almost like she was possessing the person. It felt… wrong. Something was off.

"Gladly, host. You are Alice Smith, daughter to a regular family. You only have your mother in your life who works 3 jobs and is rarely home. You just transferred into a new school after moving."

Nostalgia hit Lorica like a train.

-Bro, this sounds like a Wattpad story.-

The system ignored Lorica’s comment, continuing.

"In the original plot the main character falls in love with your typical bad boy named Raven. And like you mentioned, this is very cliché. The ex of Raven gets jealous of Alice and ruins her reputation. Raven, finding this out, gets rid of the ex by asking his father to expel her. And there we have your happily ever after. The way you need to change this story is to never get Raven's interest and live a normal life while also in search of the fragment. The fragment will only materialise when the plot has changed significantly."

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…….

………

The long silence made the system wonder if it’s host was even listening.

"Is there a problem, host?"

The system laughed nervously. It knew what the host was going to say next.

-Yes there is a problem! Why the fuck am I doing this?? You told me I would be living in riches. Oh my fucking god I know everyone here is gonna be so wattpady like, is that even a word? Well it is now because of the amount of BULLSHIT you’re spewing. I want out.-

Lorica was cut off before she went on a never ending rant.

"I understand your frustration, host. However, if you ever need any help, don't hesitate to ask. I'll always answer your call. The contact has been made since you met me so it is impossible for you to leave. You must do this.”

The system tried to reason with its problematic host.

-Fine… I better have some drama to live for or something.-

She needed some sort of entertainment. All this supernatural business made her dizzy.

"I'll alert you when the fragment is materialised. Also when you find each fragment you get to choose to continue living the life you are in or go to the next one. However to go to the next world. You have to die."

-Has anyone told you that you speak a lot?-

…

…..

Once again, ignored.

"Anyways host, it's best you get your day started, and good luck."

With that, the presence was gone and silence filled the room that Lorica, now known as Alice resides in. She slowly got off her bed leaving the soft haven and went over to the large mirror to see how she looked like in this world.

“I look exactly like a wattpad character. I mean what else did I expect?”

Rubbing her nose bridge, she took a deep breath.

This was going to take a while.

-A/N: I wrote this a while ago so the writing style is not the best, and there will be mistakes, so please, I hope it doesn’t bother you. I hope you enjoyed at the very least.-

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Baking errands (Ft. Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato, Itto, Kazuha)

This is part 2 :)

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Baking errands (Ft. Wanderer, Xiao, Kaveh)

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It all started behind a willow tree.

Ft. Wanderer/Kunikuzushi/Scaramouche x GN Reader.

-Part.1-

You weren’t having the best of days. But it wasn’t so bad for you to break down or anything like that. Normally, when you would be having a hard time, you would sit under a charming willow tree, taking in the sights, letting your thoughts wander and heartbeat calm. It was one of the only places that brought you such comfort, and you never told anyone about your little secret spot. The soft footsteps on the grass sounded as you steadily made your way to your secret spot so you could unwind and forget about the hectic day you just had. The sound of the wind sounded in your ears, almost deafening at how you couldn’t hear anything else besides the wind and your footsteps. You walked slowly as you looked over to the lake near the tree. There was a gentle rippling of the water, as the wind blew the surface. It was a peaceful sight, and you felt your heart rate slow down. You leaned against the willow tree, as the sun shined down on you, warming your body. You closed your eyes, and let out a deep breath.

Gosh how nice it felt.

For a moment, you thought you felt something, someone. You opened your eyes, and it was just the sun shining on the water. You looked around, but didn't see anything, or anyone. Strange… What was that presence? As you shut your eyes once more, your ears perked up as you heard muffled… cries…? You shot your eyes back open and examined your surroundings, but to no avail. There was nothing. Nobody.

Slightly confused and concerned, you parted your mouth before speaking.

“Who’s there? Are you hurt…?” The second question sounded in more concern. Whoever that was immediately stopped their cries and silence immediately took over the atmosphere. “…Hello…? Are you okay…?” You asked once again, hoping to hear a response from the invisible individual.

“The hell do you want…?” Finally. The mysterious individual responded. They sounded wary, with a hint of raspiness to their voice, probably because they had been crying.

“Oh. I don’t mean any harm, I just got worried when I heard someone crying. What’s wrong? Also where are you?” You replied with concern. It wasn’t everyday you met someone in a situation like this.

“Are you stupid? Where else can I be besides behind the damn tree. And why the hell should I tell a stranger my problems? It’s impractical if you ask me.” A scoff sounded behind the tree. You rolled your eyes, not paying any attention to the person’s mockery of you. People can get like this when they’re down so it’s best to not pay any thought to it since they don’t think before they speak when they are upset. If you do then things can lead to worse things, so it’s best to bear with it and hear them out.

“Sorry about that, my brain doesn’t quite work sometimes. And why not? A stranger is the best person to tell your problems to since you got no connection or control of them. Even if they judge you, it’s not as bad as if someone close judges you, no?” You snickered before adding “I’m no judge tho, if you want, lay your problems to me if you want, who knows? Maybe it’ll make you feel better?” You smiled slightly before sitting down on the plush grass as you lean your back on the tree trunk.

Silence once again sounded. The sound of the rustling leaves being the only company to your ears.

“Everything seems to go wrong for me.” Once more, the silence, broken with the confession of the individual behind the tree. “Hm?” You hummed in response, as a sign to let the person know you’re listening.

“No matter what I do, what I say, what I have experienced, nothing seems to be going the way I want it to go. I’m not asking for much to be honest. All I ask is for myself to be finally at peace with myself, but I can’t even do something so simple such as that, which is truly and utterly pathetic. I have had no problems committing atrocities in the past, not even blinking an eye, yet something so frugal, so uncomplicated, so straightforward, I cannot even do.” Word vomit spewed from the person on the other side of the tree.

“Is that so? Why is that? What do you find so hard about it?” You closed your eyes as you focused on the voice of this individual, it sounded masculine so it had to be a guy right? Whatever they are, they had quite a distinguished voice, which you loved.

“From the moment of my birth, I’ve been discarded, for the reason of not being good enough. From then on, one person after the other has left me behind to rot. Too many broken promises, what’s the point of promises of people break them? How brainless.” They scoffed in annoyance. Shutting their eyes before going quiet again.

You thought for a moment. Broken promises? Not good enough? Discarded at birth? This fellow sure has had a hard upbringing. You felt sorry for this mysterious individual. “Well, I’m not saying that all people who break promises are bad and all, but what we’re the reasons the promises were broken in the first place?” You decided to settle with that question first, everything else is for later.

There is so much to unpack.