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The major question of the story that we are now asking:

Why, exactly, does Carlo never "wake up"?

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[Spoilers ahead]

Well, simply put - Because he is dead.

OK, that seems like too obvious an answer, but I'll elaborate, and bear with me here. I want to recap some elements first so you know where I'm coming from, but I'm also trying not to completely explain everything because that's way too hard and would be too long.

[Currently, we don't understand everything about the story or its meaning. Because of some of the shrouded nature of the lore and narrative, it leaves much mystery. But from viewing these questions and the story from a thematic standpoint, something unexpected and really cool happened. I found that the story and the lore opened up in reverse.]

The easiest way to explain the plot (in my opinion):

It was my impression that Geppetto never “started” the puppet frenzy. The puppets were NEVER breaking the grand covenant, interpretably they are protecting humans by stopping the spread of the petrification disease, it’s just that everyone in the city was infected by that point.

Now with the puppets killing everybody in a city where everyone was infected (ergo being the result of the disease) Simon can go around harvesting all that ergo and Geppetto presumably plays him by letting Simon collect the Ergo first, and then sending P to kill him. [again, these details may not be completely accurate, but bear with me here]

Why create P in the first place?

He's made in Carlo's image so to speak because Geppetto hopes that Carlo's spirit will awaken. This is also why P is never bound to the covenant (it seems that not being bound to robot laws makes puppet egos awaken faster, since awakened puppets can break the grand covenant). So that is the two functions of P, to destroy puppets for ergo to harvest and so Carlo's consciousness can restore. I was just guessing that the arm of god was enough to get Carlo to revive, and Carlo's mental spirit reviving would be helpful but not entirely necessary. But for reasons we don't understand, Carlo never does regain consciousness.

Geppetto bitterly tells us that we don't seem to have inherited Carlo's memories. There is no big moment where Pinocchio or Pino or P reawakens, fully, as Carlo. He isn’t treated by the story as him. During the course of the game, P struggles to forge his own identity, to become a real boy, despite starting as a copy of the original. It’s a very fitting parable for the genre identity of a soulslike.

However, there are other successful re-incarnations of people through puppets, namely Sophia at the end of the Rise ending. We ask, for consistency's sake, why are puppet-form Romeo and puppet-form Sophia assumed to have retained their original identities, but not Pino? This is just my personal interpretation of why Carlo just couldn't or doesn't wake up. It isn't really based any lore or deduction from story details, this is from more of a philosophical point of view. And it isn't just the luck of the draw.

I had some initial thoughts about Carlo's failure. Romeo was made with intention of continuing to fight against the disease, as it's told that he "made a deal with the devil". Sophia may have been a special case, as she is a listener (Arlecchino even refers to her as the goddess in the tower), she may have had an ergo identity so strong that her essential self could retain this process. But either way, the implication is that Pino may have been able to recover her not long after that final fight. Look at the nameless puppet. The state of Carlo's body is so poor, that more than not his body seems to have been replaced with puppet parts. I think the implication was that Geppetto had been replacing parts as they rotted away. Maybe he had simply been dead for too long. But again, this isn't exactly why I think he couldn't awaken.

Simon and Geppetto

Lies has two main antagonists, although one isn't completely revealed until the last section. Both Simon and Geppetto are the perpetrators of Krat's destruction, but for what seems like different reasons. Simon is trying to be reborn, and Geppetto is trying to revive his dead son, Carlo. Interpretably, they are both trying to become Gods. Simon by grasping the supernatural, cosmic power of one, and Geppetto by raising the dead. They have destroyed Krat in their attempt to become a god, or more succinctly put, attempting to become God, singular. Geppetto's goal is, in essence, the same as Simon's goal - Because bringing back the dead would make him God.

That's why it seemed all so confusing. Haven't Geppetto and the alchemists already raised the dead, as Pino does at the end of the Rise ending with Sophia? Sophia, Romeo, and Carlo were all afflicted with the disease. Their Ergo were all made into puppets, but there's a minor but important distinction here. Sophia is still alive in her condition and actively suffering, this is the reason why she asks us to end her life. It seems as though Romeo lost his friend to the disease, and then made a "deal with the devil" to continue fighting, this implies being made into the king of puppets. We collected Sophia's ergo while she was alive, which we then used to animate the puppet. So the three of them were afflicted with the petrification disease. Sophia perished, Romeo perished, but Carlo died.

Now if we see the sand memories section of the beach, the stalker's words start to gain some clarity. If Carlo died from an incurable disease that the stalker couldn't prevent, why is she too late? Perhaps the goal was never to "save" Carlo's life. She laments; That she was too late, NOT to "save" him, but for him to be able to be restored. The stalker seemed to understand that whatever procedure needed to be done would be useless past the point of death.

I have to admit that there was something that I thought could override my theory. It seems as though the alchemists already were able to bring back both Champion Victor and The Eldest of the BRB, and from the dead no less. We read from notes in the Grand Exhibition that Victor had caught the disease, died to the despair of his adoring fans, but then miraculously made a comeback somehow stronger than ever. But maybe - he had only appeared to be brought back from the dead to the public, as Victor sought the help of the alchemists. And when it comes to the Eldest in the coffin, I'm wondering if he was actually only mortally wounded, leading the brotherhood to consult with the alchemists. [The way he was carried out by his brothers too (shouldered on either side) isn't typically the way you would expect people would handle a dead person]

Mirroring Sophia, Romeo, and Pinocchio, who were made into puppets: There is Champion Victor, The Eldest, and Nameless Puppet. We can see the former three as Geppetto's method of "cheating" God (cheating Death), and the latter three as alchemists' method. Only "Carlo" has a form in either one - The Nameless Puppet and the player, P. The Nameless puppet appears to share a similar undead quality with Victor and The Eldest of the BRB (including the tubes). We know that the collected Ergo can animate puppets, They are puppeting around their own dead bodies.

I feel like the Nameless Puppet tells us in a poetic way that Carlo is gone. My thoughts on this are more abstract. Again, this isn't from a factual analysis, but more of from viewing the Nameless Puppet itself as a metaphor. The Nameless puppet has qualities similar to the other undead bosses, yet the game doesn't describe it like it does Victor and the Eldest. It's not a body. It is a puppet [Human on the outside, mechanical on the inside - the inverse of our protagonist]. And straight in the text, we are told this is "The Nameless Puppet". But we know who Carlo was. His name was Carlo. We split open its head, and there are only cold, mechanical parts, instead of what we in the modern world now regard as the very most essential self (the brain). Because there was nothing to recover, there is no one there. Carlo's spirit had long, long since departed the world.

We are also told through one of the game's narrative devices that the Nameless puppet was the first puppet fitted with the organ. Ostensibly, Carlo's body was being prepared for whatever procedure that needed to take place, but Carlo died before that could happen (perhaps thankfully), and Geppetto pushed forward with his plans anyway, perhaps past the point of no return.

There are two forms of revival and we represent one of them, as in, there was the puppet form of Carlo and the undead form of Carlo. Presumably, the undead form was incredibly destructive, and thus stored away; We are the second try for Carlo's rebirth, this time in the puppet form, but we cannot even wake up without the aid of Sophia.

Lies, God, and the Finality of Death

But doesn't Geppetto actually succeed in one of the endings? Simon fails to become a god, (well, presumably only because we kill him in the process of doing so) and then we confront Geppetto. If we hand over our heart, Geppetto actually does revive Carlo. We see the resurrected Carlo, but with one simple smile we realize this isn't the Carlo the game has been leading us to believe existed. This ending leaves us with distrust and unease rather than a sense of peace and resolution. Simon fails to become a god, and at the bad ending - even if he "wins" - the game makes us wonder if So does Geppetto. No matter what, Carlo could NEVER be truly, and in both senses of the word, honestly, be revived.

[Simon Manus - like Simon Magus, the biblical figure who tries to buy into the supernatural power of God. And Geppetto, of course alluding to the 1883 italian novel The Adventures of Pinocchio - a puppet master, a creator indeed, but of wooden imitations of life, and a poor imitation of God]

So, why I think Carlo could not wake up? Because whatever needed to happen could not be done after the actual point of death, and Sophia and Romeo's hearts were both transferred before they actually died. His spirit had long gone from this world. Krat has methods of eternal life, but these transfers happened while they were still alive. While the alchemists and Geppetto could certainly cheat death (as we maybe even would with modern day medicine), they could not defeat it. Carlo can no longer wake up, Carlo can never wake up again, because he is dead.

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i have friends in holy spaces.

lies of p. | au

pinocchio x fem.reader

before.

your heart was pounding with joy at the thought of seeing your best friend again before the start of the new school year.

eugenie was the girl you had always looked up to, with a soft type of beauty that could not be mirrored. she was always so much smarter than you, having an interest of becoming a master inventor and engineer like the ever so famous and elusive mr. g himself.

unlike genie, you were more interested in the medicinal side of things, like studying various plants and chemical concoctions to see what ailments they could treat. your parents were wealthy enough to send you to study at one of the most prestigious academies placed within the heart of krat.

your footsteps echoed loudly across the streets of krat, making your way to yours and genie’s usual spot at the park. during your walk, you greet those that waved at you and bid you a good day, feeling your mood increase as your heart filled with happiness.

practically skipping now, you were running through the grass upon seeing the sight of genie’s braided hair. her back was turned towards you, but the dark vest and white blouse was unmistakable.

slowing down your steps, you figured you could tease her just the tiniest bit and surprise her. she was talking to someone, still completely unaware of your presence when you crept closer and closer to her.

“SURPRISE!” your voice echoes throughout the park as your arms suddenly came around her abdomen in an unexpected hug. to your delight, genie actually manages to jump up in surprise before turning around to face you, red-faced and flustered as she calls out your name. “please, don’t ever do that, especially around pinocchio!”

pinocchio?

the name was an unfamiliar one to you, further prompting you to let go of your still blushing friend as you looked at the young man that stood just a few feet away.

and you were speechless.

he was absolutely beautiful to you, with locks of hair the same color of rich chocolate and eyes the color of a bright blue sky. freckles decorated his pale face, and he was dressed extremely well, almost like all those princes you’ve read about in your fairytales when you were younger.

genie, still flustered, stutters a bit when she steps aside to introduce you to him properly. “erm, sorry about that, this is my best friend in the entire world...”

“i-it’s nice to meet you, pinocchio! and uhm, i’m sorry if my entrance was a little uncouth of me.”

“it’s fine.” his voice was rich and deep, making the blood rise to your cheeks at the sound. feeling shy, you end up tearing your gaze away from him only to realize something that would come to hurt you in the months that would follow after your first meeting with him.

the moment eugenie mentions going to the library to research a bit about engineering, pinocchio’s gaze was immediately glued to her. his cerulean eyes were so hyper-focused on her, as if trying to memorize every detail about her as you seemed to melt away into the background-

that was the moment you felt the first pinpricks of heartache and yearning for the boy who had you mesmerized at first sight.

------

after.

it wasn’t until much later that you found out pinocchio was actually a puppet who, according to eugenie, had been made by mr. g himself, becoming his greatest work.

you didn’t know much about the man known simply as geppetto, only that he was made immensely wealthy by developing such advanced automatons who’s sole purpose was to help humans with their daily lives.

and pinocchio truly was his most beautiful and captivating work.

despite his tiny quirks, such as the way certain parts of his body would twitch, or how his arms couldn’t keep still, he looked exactly like a normal boy. you couldn’t deny just how perfectly he fit within your classroom at the academy, even managing to capture the attention of the entire female population at your school.

of course, pinocchio remained a gentleman and cordial, speaking to them with a kindness that he was familiar with. it didn’t matter if he was surrounded by 10 or 20 other girls, the moment eugenie would step into the picture was the moment he would lose focus on everyone else surrounding him and join her.

you knew it was stupid to feel so hurt. even after knowing pinocchio for nearly a year, it didn’t change the fact that he was so completely enamored with eugenie. only a fool would be unable to see just how drawn the two of them were when together.

regardless of the times you ignored the signs, just to tell yourself that you needed the courage and the chance to confess your feelings for him as well, the evidence was just too strong for you to ignore.

you recall one late afternoon where classes had ended for the day. you wanted to read something light and romantic and chose a few novels from your school’s library. as you walked within the halls, trying to search for your friends, was when you heard the sounds of eugenie’s light giggles.

the grand hallways were empty, except for you and the laughing couple settled near the front of the windows.

“pinoch, give me back my glasses! i can hardly see a thing without them!”

“hm, i don’t think that i will.” pinocchio chuckles, still holding eugenie’s round-framed glasses above his head while she kept trying to reach for them.

“p-”

“besides, i quite enjoy clearly admiring the beauty of your dark eyes without these meddlesome things in the way.”

your heart became frozen upon hearing such fondness coming from him. even if he was a mechanoid himself, it seemed as though he were capable of feeling very human emotions-

like love.

and it hurt you to know that those beautiful feelings would never be directed at you.

the final stab to your heart was when pinocchio leans down to press a gentle kiss against eugenie’s cheek, making them burn an even brighter red as she stutters out his name.

only when she turns around did she finally notice you, letting out a gasp of your name. “i-i’m sorry, were you looking for us- ah?!”

without speaking another word, you clutch the books close to your chest and run away from them. the tears filling your vision makes it difficult for you to see, but you didn’t care. you were just desperate to get away from them, unable to stand the thought of the man you had come to love and admire fall for someone else.

------

looking back on it now, it was pretty stupid and selfish of you to think that you could ever replace eugenie from pinocchio’s heart.

regardless of how they came to meet, it was clear that you would forever be overshadowed by eugenie’s beauty and brilliance. each time you watch her admire pinocchio’s mechanoid body, you would see him remain completely still, never once tearing his gaze away from her. her gentle touches would smooth over across his porcelain skin, and your heart would manage to twist each time pinocchio would let out an almost dreamy sigh at her touch.

those moments were always too much to bear for you, and you would excuse yourself and physically leave them. the pangs of unrequited love would always be like a knife felt digging into your heart-

but perhaps what hurts the most is losing the two people you considered to be your best friends.

when you ignored your feelings and pinocchio kept his attention on you, you found that in his own way he cared deeply about you. he always asks how your day was and even helps with any of your assignments that you struggled with at school when eugenie wasn’t around.

on those rare occasions that you got to spend time with pinocchio alone, you would read out your favorite fairytales to him and talk about your desire to learn about medicine in hopes of treating the sickly. he would smile that soft smile of his and tell you how great your dreams were-

yet the moment eugenie steps back into the picture, his attention would slowly go back to being focused on her. it was like eugenie had left such an imprint on his heart and soul that you would never be able to compare.

you knew that you needed to distance yourself away from your two friends and their blooming romance. for if you stayed with them and witnessed their love again, then you would grow to hate genie-

and you didn’t want that.

as the days went by, you slowly removed yourself from eugenie and pinocchio’s lives.

you stopped searching for them within the hallways of the academy,

you stopped going to your favorite park,

you stopped sneaking forlorn glances at pinocchio, wishing with your whole heart and soul that he would meet your gaze-

you were going to stop being their friend and watch them fall in love at a distance, because truly, neither of them deserve to be hated simply for feeling the way that they feel-

and it was high time that you accepted that.

------

one year later.

“class, i would like you to settle down as i introduce a new student that will be joining us.”

you were currently feeling kind of numb, not focusing upon seeing a tall young man with curly red hair. he was dressed in the academy’s uniform, but seemed a bit too thin to truly fill out the entirety of it. but what he lacked in bulk he made up plenty with his height alone.

you didn’t catch your teacher saying his name until she pointed at the empty desk settled to your right. him suddenly meeting your gaze makes you sit up straight, unsure why he was smiling at you so widely when he suddenly exclaims, “nice! i get to sit next to one of the prettiest girls here!”

his words succeeds in making your cheeks feel heated with the blood rushing beneath them. your head was still spinning even when he tosses his book bag on the ground before settling himself on the desk next to yours. shaking your head to reorient yourself after the new guy’s exclamation, you take out your notebook and begin writing the notes your teacher had written on the board.

“psst, hey,”

the same boy, whispering to get your attention forces you to face him, “what?”

he was still all grins and soft chuckles, holding out a hand for you to take, “the name’s lampwick, but you can call me wick.”

you let out a soft exhale, glancing at your teacher to make sure that she wasn’t looking at you before you shake your hand with his and answer wick back with your own name.

“heh, that’s a pretty name for a pretty girl.”

“ms. bianchi, lampwick is being a distraction to the whole class.” you jump almost immediately, hearing the deep and familiar voice of pinocchio himself. glancing back at him, you were shocked to see his hand raised with his intense gaze honed in on lampwick.

“thank you for alerting me, pinocchio. and lampwick, pay attention or else you will suffer the consequences, do you hear me?”

“yes ma’am.” wick seemed to sulk a bit, slumping back in his seat as he took out his own notebook to scribble his notes on. this causes you to giggle a bit, making you smile throughout the entirety of class as your heart slowly began to feel warm again.

lampwick was so refreshing to you, maybe even a little quirky and a bit silly, but you found yourself liking his extroverted nature.

as you snuck glances at lampwick, making sure he was taking his notes properly, you couldn’t help but feel the burning sensation of someone staring at you.

and it made you nervous.

swallowing thickly, you turn around-

only to see pinocchio giving you an unreadable expression with his cerulean eyes.

such an intense gaze was enough to make the heat rise up against the back of your neck. you quickly turn away from him with a frown, wondering just what his deal was?

------

your books were gathered, and you were about to leave the classroom when a gentle tap felt behind your back stops you.

you look beside you to see lampwick sporting a sheepish expression on his face. his hand was behind his head, and he was just so tall compared to you with his near 6 foot frame. “hey, i’m still pretty new around here, and i was hoping you’d show me around?”

“me?” you point to yourself, genuinely surprised that lampwick was asking you of all people to show him around the academy.

“i mean, yeah, who else but the prettiest girl i know?”

you roll your eyes at his flirtatious behavior, “if it’s prettiness you’re searching for, then there are plenty of other girls in this school that can show you around.” you huff, ready to leave, only to be stopped by lampwick once more.

“w-wait, that came out wrong. what i meant to say was...i’d love it if you could show me around because...i guess i want to spend some time with you and get to know you better?”

oh dear lords, that actually sounded so sweet, so nice coming from him. the sudden sounds of a chair scraping against the floor breaks you out of your momentary reverie brought on by lampwick’s honesty. you face the source of the sound to see pinocchio ready to lunge at lampwick, only to be stopped by eugenie’s slender hand on his chest.

breathing out a sigh at pinocchio’s sudden theatrics, you take a hold of lampwick’s hand, “come on, i’ll show you around.”

“nice! thank you so much!” you use the sound of lampwick’s laughter to distract you from the look of pure hatred on pinocchio’s face, unsure of why your former friend was acting so strangely now that lampwick was in the picture.

whatever, it’s none of my business anymore. i had decided on that a long time ago.

------

“that fiend is going to break her heart, i just know it!”

meanwhile, eugenie was having a difficult time calming her beloved down. he was just acting so strange all of a sudden, becoming angry at the sight of that new boy talking to her former best friend.

even thinking about it now makes eugenie’s heart twist in pain. she misses her best friend terribly and didn’t know what had made her stray away from them-

don’t play dumb. you know exactly why.

she stares at pinocchio and the way he’s pacing around the school, perhaps even unsure of his own emotions when it pertained to her.

eugenie was well aware of how captivated you were with pinocchio at first sight, often becoming tongue-tied at the mere sight of him. you spent all those months sparing him yearning glances-

but eugenie had adored him, too, and she didn’t want pinocchio to get taken away from her. she knew that the beautiful mechanoid was just as taken to her as she was with him-

however, she couldn’t deny that you also held a special place in his heart. each time she would ask to spend some time with him, he would always ask if you would come along as well.

even if he felt something for her, some part of her knew that you would manage to carve a place in his heart as well-

because you were someone she felt completely overshadowed by.

you were so smart, even without your interest in inventing and engineering like her. the goals you hoped to achieve did more to improve mankind by treating their illnesses with the plants and chemicals you were so passionate to learn about. you had an inner and outer beauty that could never be copied or taken away from, and that made eugenie so afraid.

when she figured the best way to take his affections was by telling him how much she adored him first, she knew that you would inevitably be left heartbroken, but was still selfish enough to go through with it. that day, when you had caught pinocchio courting and teasing her by stealing her glasses, she had purposely made it visible for your eyes because she wanted you to give up on your feelings for him-

honestly, what a terrible friend she was, preventing you from finding happiness.

biting down on her bottom lip, she takes a hold of pinocchio’s hand, feeling the coldness against her heated skin as she gently strokes it in hopes of calming him down, “pinoch, we need to talk.”

he finally stops pacing, looking down at her with the same expression of soft love she was so used to. yet this time, it appeared dimmer than usual, his thoughts clearly distracted with you and lampwick. “yes, what is it genie?”

she closes her eyes, allowing her to bask in the way pinocchio gently cups at her face, tracing at her cheekbone with his fingertips before asking, “why is it so important for you to find her and keep her away from lampwick?”

“i...that’s-” he trails off, seemingly unable to answer her simple question-

and that was all the confirmation she needed.

“do you remember how you once told me you wanted to become a real human because you felt inspired because of me?”

pinocchio’s body twitches a bit before he gives her a steady nod.

“but when you told me that, were you truly seeing me, or someone else?”

he mechanoid was completely frozen now, unable to answer her truthfully. finally realizing why seeing lampwick with you made him so upset, he looks away from the girl he thought he loved.

what ends up filling him was a dark emotion felt pooling against his mechanical heart, and he figured that if he could cry, he would when he answers eugenie’s question honestly by stating your name.

------

the months slowly pass by, and you were glad to say that you were happier now-

so much happier now.

where you had lost both of your closest friends through feelings of unrequited love, you managed to gain a new one in the form of lampwick.

he held such a special place in your heart, but you knew that he could never quite replace how strongly you felt about pinocchio. yes, even after all this time, you don’t think you could ever quite forget about the beautiful puppet that captured your heart with a single glance alone-

but you were okay with loving him from a distance. so long as he was happy with eugenie, then that was all that mattered.

it was currently late into the evening, and you and lampwick had decided to stay back at school and spend some time within the library. as you ran with lampwick across the halls, making your way to the library, you couldn’t help but feel like you were being followed.

yet every time you glanced back, you couldn’t see a single soul.

“hey, come on, slowpoke! hurry up! you promised to show me your favorite record, remember?!”

you giggle, completely forgetting about that strange sensation of being followed when lampwick opens the library doors for you, “after you, my lady.”

“why thank you, kind sir.” you smile and enter the room first, going straight to the record player as you looked through the shelves, trying to find the record you were looking for. while lampwick sat back on one of the sofas, you finally found it.

“i have friends in holy spaces.” you smile at the cover of the record, depicting a rather dapper looking young man with a cane in his hand, seeming to use it to help him dance rather than help him walk. carefully taking the record out of the cover, you carefully set it on the record player and allow it to play.

a dreamy melody begins to play, and you softly hum before singing along, “you remind me of a former love that i once knew...”

while you sang along to the lyrics you could feel lampwick stand from his seat to join you. he takes a hold of your hand and brings you into his arms, spinning you around as you danced to the music.

“you remind me of a few of my famous friends. well that all depends, what you qualify as friends-” by now, lampwick was chuckling while allowing you to dance all around him. you felt so light and happy, teasing him each time lampwick purposely stepped on your foot or lost his balance whilst trying to dance-

but your happy moment was cut short when you heard a loud crash coming from directly outside of the library, immediately filling you with concern. “wick, what was that?”

“stay right there, i’ll go check it out.” he lightly shoves you behind him, stepping closer to where that sound came from only to hear footsteps quickly running away.

“hey, stop right there!” whoever it was must have been extremely fast, for the moment you and lampwick stepped out of the library, no one was around. turning your eyes to the right, you felt them widen upon seeing something deep imprinted into the plastered wall.

“wick, look.” he follows your gaze to see what looked like a fist against the wall, catching him off guard when he points at it with a curse, “damn, just who could possibly be strong enough to do that?”

you purse your lips, keeping them tightly sealed, but you knew exactly who would have the strength to do such a thing.

pinocchio.

------

eugenie was acting strangely around you now.

it seemed as though every time she caught a glimpse of you, she would try to walk over to you, but only to stop short and turn away at the last minute.

along with her strange behavior, you noticed how pinocchio wasn’t acting like her second shadow anymore.

in fact, you don’t think you’ve seen pinocchio at all, not even in class. after what had happened at the library last night, you were certain that it was pinocchio that had followed you and lampwick and punched a hole in the wall.

yes, everything was incredibly strange, indeed.

once your lessons ended for the day, you gently nudge lampwick, making him jump as he appeared nervous. “oh, hey, what’s up?”

“i was just wondering if you wanted to hang out at the library again? maybe things would run smoother this time because-” pinocchio isn’t here, you were about to say, but stopped yourself from doing so, not wanting to mention pinocchio. for some odd reason, a part of you wanted to keep his identity as being a puppet a secret from lampwick.

“ah, i’m sorry, i promised my mother i’d be home early today.” his words, they seemed off, his voice even cracking here and there when he turns down your offer. you simply shrug in response, not really seeing anything wrong with his excuse. in fact, your own parents even told you to spend only a few hours at the library and go home immediately before it got dark.

“that’s fine, wick. i’m probably going to find a book in the library to take with me before heading home myself.”

“HEY! that’s a great idea! you should definitely do just that and head to the library right now!” now, wick was suddenly pushing you with fervor out of the classroom, making your head spin with the absolute change in personality he was displaying.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, okay, bye!” you watch as lampwick dashes away from you, wondering just how you got such a goofy boy to be your best friend.

------

the library was eerily quiet, and you debated on whether to play a record or not to fill the silence.

shaking your head, you figured it was best to just find a book and leave, already gravitating towards your favorite section when soft music begins to play.

“close your eyes, come to me, feel alright- just dance with me all through the night,”

you turn around and face the sound of the record playing, only to find pinocchio steadily walking closer to you. in his hand was a beautiful bouquet of camellias, the sight of those pastel pink petals making your heart ache at how beautiful they were.

no words were spoken when pinocchio was directly in front of you, silently beckoning you to take the lovely bouquet whilst the soft love song continued to play against the background.

the sweet scent of the camellias was intoxicating to you, and you were rendered speechless, wondering what pinocchio was doing here, giving you a bouquet of flowers that signified admiration, love, and longing. “i- where’s eugenie?”

pinocchio’s body twitches some more before settling, his hand reaching out to touch at your cheek, shaking his head at your question, “she’s not here, only i am here.”

“but-”

“we...we called it off. we realized our true feelings and ended it mutually.”

you take a step back, nearly crushing the bouquet to your chest when an expression akin to that of pure desperation was seen on pinocchio’s face. he steps closer to you, hands gently stroking at your cheek when he explains, “that year when you suddenly distanced yourself from eugenie and i, i...i felt that distance and it was so painful.”

“i didn’t know why you didn’t want to be around us, around me, anymore, and it wasn’t until eugenie telling me why that i finally understood.”

he rests his forehead against yours, “you...you loved me, but i was too blindsided to notice, and for that i am sorry.”

by now, the tears were filling your vision, “so what? you want both of us as lovers in your life? i cannot do that, p-”

“no, just you, just you.” his deep voice cracks just the tiniest bit, bringing your form even closer to him as he held you in his embrace, “eugenie asked me who i saw in my dreams when i truly became human.” he whispers into your hair, making you cling to the front of his coat, “and do you know what i told her?”

“what?” your question was all but a breathless whisper, heart beating madly out of your chest at the sheer amount of hope that blossomed from within it.

“i told her it was you.” he gives you a sad smile, caressing at your bottom lip while giving you another apology. “i’m so sorry for causing you so much pain. i promise you, i’ll make up for hurting you for the rest of my life.”

with a sob of his name, you fling your arms around him, making him take a step back as you immediately captured his lips in a sweet kiss. he sighs, the same sigh you wanted so desperately to hear solely because he was so enamored with you and your own touches.

as you both stand in the middle of the library, you embraced him like your life depended on it, feeling your heart heal and grow lighter by the boy you have loved at first sight.

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eugenie watches the two newly formed lovers embrace with a sad smile on her face.

all was well now, as it should be.

“so did it work, cupid?”

eugenie’s could feel her heart jump from within the confines of her throat, turning around to see the tall redhead with the same sad smile on his own face.

“i should think so,” she carefully shuts the door, giving the lovers some privacy while confronting lampwick, “and please, don’t call me cupid.”

he sighs, looking away from her while running a hand through his curls, “but that’s what you are, bringing those two together like that.”

she watches as lampwick groans, resting his back against the wall while purposely banging the back of his head against it, “you know, i really liked her. i didn’t see her as my best friend, i genuinely loved her.”

eugenie couldn’t help but giggle at his honesty, “i loved him, too.”

silence was felt becoming blanketed by the two souls who had seemingly lost their first loves due to circumstances beyond their control. perhaps it was due to such similarities that they found comfort in one another, the burden feeling less painful while in the presence of the other.

lampwick was the first to speak when he holds out a hand for eugenie to take. “want to get out of here and heal our sorrows with some stargazing? i know a way to get to the academy’s rooftop.”

eugenie could feel her face slowly turn pink with a blush. she coughs, clearing her throat while pushing up her glasses, she gives lampwick a genuine smile as she extends her hands out for him to take.

“i’d love to stargaze with you.”

a.n. - this is currently unedited, but all these anons need to stop hurting me with these prompts of unrequited love! anyways, i like how this story turned out and p!atd's -i have friends in holy spaces- fits so well with this type of theme of young / lost and found / finally requited love 🥹

ps as a bonus please listen to serenade + requited to really feel the emotions in this story. it's a very self indulgent story, so it's okay if some readers may not like it 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#.stories #liesofp x reader #lies of p x reader #pinocchio x reader

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sxugaryx · 7 months

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Reunited (Fanfic)

A new chapter of my Lies of p Fanfic series (´ ω `♡)

Geppetto, Gemini, and Pinocchio were all stunned.

“Sophia, is that really you?” Gemini chirped, there was a chance it could just be a normal blue butterfly.

But Pinocchio knew it, it was her.

“Pinocchio, I’ve come to speak with you” Her voice was calm, composed, like when she first found him, yet more lively.

Geppetto was quiet he wasn’t sure what to say.

“In private, please”

Pinocchio looked at his father.

“It’s okay, I understand, you two should go to your room to talk privately”

And so, Pinocchio took Sophia to his room with him, gracefully flapping her wings, shining with a blue glow, with sparkly white particles falling from her, and vanishing into the air.

He closed the door behind him, leaving his Father and Gemini behind.

A part of Geppetto wanted to ears drop but, he knew better than to do that, Pinocchio deserved his own privacy.

“Sophia, you’re are back! I’ve been thinking about you” Pinocchio was happy to see her again.

“Yes.. but not for long, I’m sorry but Krat brings back… painful memories, I wish I could be by your side right now, but I… I…”

Pinocchio held his hands so she could land on them.

“It's okay, I get it, you don’t have to do anything that would make you feel sad”

“Thank you, you’ve always been so good, so understanding” Sophia then continued, “I have come here to speak to you about the changes in your body”.

“You know about that?”

“Pinocchio, you and I are forever connected, when you took my ergo, and when you helped me transfer my soul into the body of a puppet, we were both linked, I believe your white hair should be proof enough for that”

Pinocchio remembered, when she took her ergo, took her life, and then, how he brought her back, as a puppet.

“As of now, your body is in a state of between, I sense that you don’t fully know if you wish to be completely human or to remain a puppet”

Pinocchio felt conflicted about that, he didn’t need to become human to be happy, he was okay with who he was, but he had all the emotions of a human, and he wanted to learn more about them and live with them. Sometimes he felt he should be a human, sometimes he felt he should remain a puppet.

Sophia was certainly more happy now that she was a puppet.

“You are unique Pinocchio, you don’t have to decide, even in this state you currently are, you can live a normal life, rest assured, I’ve come to tell you that you do not need medical assistance when it comes to fixing your own body, for now, if you don't feel well, Geppetto should be able to fix the problem”

“I don’t have to decide…” Pinocchio thought to himself, yes, he doesn’t have to decide! He is his own being, he is who he wants to be even if others don’t understand.

“If something ever were to put you in harm's way, I will always stand by your side, no matter the distance, I will always come to your aid”

Pinocchio smiled, he wasn’t just happy, he felt warmth.

“You should inform Geppetto and the others about this, I know they must be worried about you as well”

“Don’t worry, I will and, if you ever need help too, just tell me! Just like before, I’ll help you no matter what!”

Pinocchio could sense Sophia’s happiness, wherever she was, she was smiling at him.

“Now it’s time for me to go, I shouldn’t overuse my powers for too long”

Pinocchio opened the door, both went back to the living room, Gemini and Geppetto looking at them expectantly, but Sophia did not say a word to them.

She got closer to the window, Pinocchio was next to her, she was ready to leave.

“Goodbye… for now”

Sophia flapped her wings, but before leaving she went up and landed on Pinocchio’s cheek, then, he felt warmth again, but also fuzzy his face turned red, his heart was pounding.

Did she.. did she kiss him??!!

That was his first kiss, even if it was just on the cheek, he felt so, just, he didn’t know exactly how to feel but he felt really happy.

Sophia giggled and then, took flight to leave, and as soon as she was outside for a few moments, she vanished into thin air.

Geppetto could tell that his son was flustered, he wondered if he shared the feelings Sophia had for him.

“Sophia… she is such a good friend! I didn’t know friends could kiss each other like that” he exclaimed, completely and utterly obvious as to why she actually kissed him.

Geppetto couldn’t help but put his palm on his head.

“Pinocchio” Gemini spoke to him.

“Huh?, yes Gemini?”

“You are an idiot”

#lies of p #lop #liesofp #lies of p game #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p geppetto #lies of p sophia #lies of p fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic

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2/? I’d tots love to see what happened from day 1, bc if u read the article about how Ems was found it doesn’t make sense at all. That article cannot fit at all so I’d ignore canon there cause a) with that outfit he’s def not a local b)he knew nothing of the LWM c) journalists actually have brain cells. Imo he’d say his real name & - after realising no one believes him - he’d go along with the people’s impression that he’s dressed up and claiming to be P cause of trauma or smthing Jojo

Jojo, the dedication here is truly incredible 💖💖😌 Thank you SO much for sharing all of this <3 You have given me so...SO much to think about.

I agree with a lot of this (and I have a lot to say about certain points you've brought up) so I'll write it all out below the cut. For anyone interested in hearing my own take on August's past in TLWM, please take a look. Otherwise...maybe don't click the read more because, trust me, it's gonna be a long one :')

*cracks knuckles*

Okay. So. Firstly, yes, I think we can all establish here that the article was stupid and should largely be ignored. I like to headcanon that the article was written like that in order to protect August. That there was someone with the police looking out for him that knew the journalists would have a field day if August was to just turn around and tell them that he was Pinocchio, so they lied on the report in order to protect him (that's what I'm going with because it's the only way I can get the article/report to fit without just scrapping it altogether and pretending it never existed).

I completely agree with you in that he would have told them his real name to begin with. Because how on earth was he to know that the name 'Pinocchio' in TLWM carried the weight and implications that it does. Sure, it might be an unusual name in the EF, but it's not a name that would be instantly recognisable to anyone that heard it like it is here. And yes! He WAS trying to be better and not lie. Yes, he lied about where he found Emma but I don't necessarily see him doing the same when they ask him his name.

And we're only an hour or something into this new world and already things are off to a bad start for him. He spent so long being told that he should be good and tell the truth ect and the second he does so, everyone thinks he's lying. And yes, of course the adults would all be SUPER concerned about his home life/mental well-being because he's claiming to be Pinocchio AND he's dressed like that.

So, rather than 'going home' like his so-called statement said, I reckon that someone in Chantey's saw him clutching a baby and they were the person to call the police. I imagine that he still tries telling the police that he found Emma by the side of the road but that, when they start asking questions about him and his parents, he struggles to give them any reasonable answers (and, of course, initially tells them his name is Pinocchio, instantly making everything else that comes out of his mouth even harder for them to believe).

After being unable to find any parents for him or Emma, they both end up in the orphanage, as we know. omg jojo your 'praying up to the stars for help' comment is HEARTBREAKING (and probably very true And yeah, the abuse we saw there was likely only the tip of the iceberg. So ofc the kids all steal some money and hop on a bus out of there.

Now...this is where our headcanons differ slightly. Because you picture him being on the street for years...and I only picture a few months. ....I don't know how far they went on that bus, but I imagine they traveled to another state if they were able, right? So he eventually gets picked up by someone (with parallels to 'tougher than the rest', showing us exactly why he knew where to take Emma when he helped her off the streets) and placed back into foster care again. This time it's somewhere a little better, but he's still not exactly happy there. He misses his dad and so every time someone shows an interest in adopting him, he deliberately acts out. (BTW??? HELLO??? "it’d be like betraying his father getting happiness and a family elsewhere." I thought Serena and myself had the angst covered and you're out here with lines like this???? And it's so sad because you're SO right???)

Whether or not he ever did get adopted for a brief while, I'm still undecided on. However, at some point,,,,his appearance starts to change, right? (thank you terrible casting OUAT, something I kind of HAVE to blame on the fact that he's not technically a regular human, and therefore the drastic change is something connected to his magical roots (pun intended)?) so, whoever is taking care of him (foster parents or just the careworkers) have a moment of 'lol, this is weird???' but basically get told that he's just going through changes that come with puberty and it's nothing to be alarmed about.

Except...I see this physical change (from the little ginger boy with brown eyes and freckles, to a dark haired, blue eyed teen) as the moment that August really starts to question himself and his own reality. Where he really starts to drift away from the idea of being 'Pinocchio' and his past in the EF, and sinks into his identity as 'August'.

Oh wait. Except. That CAN'T happen. He can't allow that to happen, because he might never see his father again if Emma doesn't break the curse and he just forgets about who he was, right? So this is the catalyst that triggers him to seek out Emma. And this is the reason he runs away for good (he's maybe 13/14 at this point) and soon after, manages to find a homeless 7 year old Emma and help her off of the streets.

But he can't commit to it. So he continues to 'keep tabs' on her for a little while. And yes, he's then homeless again for a while after that. Getting by in a similar way to ANY of the Lost Children (Neal, Emma, Lily) until he got a stable job + apartment ect ect and built a proper life for himself.

Also omg yes!!! He spent LOADS of time in the library as a child/teen/adult. We KNOW he loves reading + writing and he's a very intelligent and curious person. (Has he read 'Pinocchio'? probably. Though, I imagine that was probably a very hard read for him. That some of it (like idk, the bird hatching from the egg and flying out the window) was just so bizarre that he could laugh it off (because of COURSE that didn't happen back in the EF) but some of the more traumatic stuff....well...it was probably pretty triggering and I can't see him doing more than a skim read of those sections (if that). YET, this, combined with general misconceptions about his story) was also the very thing that persuaded him to re-write his own story in the first place (because he would write it the 'correct' way).

And ofc, yes, he then hits his first big low. And he crumbles under this huge responsibility that his father placed upon him. So he does what he knows best and he runs. And it's not until the guilt really worms away at him that he finally tracks down Emma again and the whole Tallahassee thing happens.

And no, he hasn't really had any stable relationships by this point. Because how tf could he? His life is wayyyyyy too messy for him to be honest with anyone right now. So he tries a new life in Phuket (I headcanon that he used the money he stole from Neal/Emma to help get there + set up a new life there).

And yes, he very much ran into the Apprentice in Phuket (and I imagine that the Apprentice actually GAVE August his own pages from the book (rather than August typing them up himself (because sorry but where tf did he get all the illustrations from?? I know he can draw but...come on, like hell he would remember exactly what David's dad looked like...)). And, we don't actually know when the Apprentice talked to him, but it's likely that August tried his best to ignore him. By this point, he was more than ready to forget about his past. And yes! he was probably feeling a lot of anger towards Geppetto (mixed in with a very healthy dose of guilt).

He probably forms a few much more stable relationships in Phuket. Idk exactly who Isra was to him, but at least we get to see SOMEONE from his past aisjbdkuabsdasd

(also, a quick note before we end the rambling, but I just wanted to add that I find the lying throughout his life FASCINATING. The fact that, since he was kind of forced to lie the second he arrived in TLWM, he eventually ended up relying on it for almost everything. The way he tells all these tall tales to make himself sound more interesting and charming is absolutely his way of coping with his otherwise very shitty past and childhood, and lying quickly became something he needed to do in order to survive. It was no longer something bad that he had unlearned in the EF, but something that became second nature because those lies were all he had. Even his own name, the new identity of 'August Wayne Booth' was built on a lie, because he wasn't allowed to be 'Pinocchio' anymore).

I'm sure I'm missing a LOT here, but I'm going to cut things short here, or else I'll end up with a 10,000 word essay on my hands. Thank you once again for all your messages and ideas about this, Jojo :') 💕💕💕 Maybe one day I'll have the brainpower/willpower to flesh them out a little more.

#actually. what I SHOULD do with some of these ideas #is address them in a 'mess is mine' drabble............. 👀#isn't that a novel idea #asks #jojo #august booth #i KNEW i'd forget to mention something #but jojo!!!! the 'when he was made specifically by one person who had to send him away' line KILLS me 😭#And i meant to add!! that him acting up on purpose was ALSO his way of not being rejected #(the old classic of 'I'll self sabotage before anyone else can do it for me')#because he SO would #(both at a young age AND when he was older and forming other relationships in his life)#august meta

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devinetheory-2 · 4 years

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Why Do Narcissists and Borderlines Lie So Much?

Many things can destroy trust and intimacy between partners when one is a high conflict person, often someone with borderline or narcissistic personality disorder. But one of the top ones is lying--especially when it is about extramarital contact. A disclaimer: not all people with BPD or knowingly NPD lie. It's just that those who do lie so thoroughly and often that they spoil it for those who do not.

Just What Is a Lie?

First, let's define what a lie is, because what constitutes a lie and the truth is a gray area. The book Lying, Cheating, and Carrying On (edited by Salman Akhtar and Henri Parens) contains several essays about lying. In the essay "Lies, Liars, and Lying: An Introductory Overview," Salman Akhtar, M.D. lists several types of lies that are conscious lies, i.e., those that Pinocchio knows are false.

Here are examples that a 17-year-old girl might tell to parents who went on an overnight trip and left her at home "alone."

1. Lies of omission: telling the truth but not the whole truth in a way designed to mislead ("While you were gone I watched a DVD"--not mentioning the five people who were also over and who drank beer).

2. Not speaking up when asked a direct question: (Silence when asked, "What did you do when we were gone?")

3. Making up facts that are not true: ("I did my homework while you were gone").

4. Embellishing the truth is a way that misleads: ("I took care of the cat"--meaning she petted it a few times but forgot to feed him on time or change the litter box).

5. Insisting that a truth known to someone is a falsehood: ("I did not have friends over!").

6. Gaslighting: an attempt to erode another's reality by denying their experience ("No, the house looks exactly like it did when you left. Is there something wrong with your vision?"). One woman in therapy once said that nearly all the quarrels in her family was about whose reality would be dubbed the "right" one.

7. Acknowledging the truth but assigning motives that were never there to make yourself look better: ("Yes, I had people here but only because I was so lonely without you that I was getting very depressed and started crying").

8. Keeping secrets for the wrong reasons: (One of the friends stole the mother's expensive earrings).

Unconscious Lies

Now let's look at unconscious lies, or untruths that the teller believes on a conscious level. Being truthful takes the ability to be honest with one's own self, because if you're not honest with yourself, you won't be honest with others. For example:

1) When a narcissist says that everyone loves and respects her when it's obvious to others it's not true, that's an unconscious lie. Les Carter explains this well in his book, Why Is It Always About You?: The Seven Deadly Sins of Narcissism. He writes (p 17):

In a sense, narcissists are out of touch with reality. They are not mentally ill, like a psychotic; they are just unwilling to acknowledge truth that doesn't match their preferences. While normal people can weigh events rationally and draw fair conclusions about themselves, narcissists do not. They lack the objectivity to live with reasonable insight because their need for self exaltation does not allow them to accept that their perceptions might not be the ultimate truth. Their idealized view of themselves blinds them as they try to make sense of life, particularly the elements in themselves that might be imperfect or that might require adjustments (and they never want to make adjustments).

2) When a borderline's intense emotions lead him to use projection or emotional reasoning ("feelings equal facts"), that's an unconscious lie. When we are gripped by a strong emotion that doesn't fit the circumstances, we interpret what is happening in a way that fits with the emotions we are feeling instead of the facts presented to us. In other words, we seek to confirm what we already feel and ignore new evidence that does not fit, maintain or justify the emotion. We all do it, but people people with BPD (who see things in black and white and have unstable, intense emotions) do it to a greater degree.

And as if that weren't enough, lingering negative feelings about other issues make one more likely to see negative intent. People with BPD tend to remember every hurt "done to them" as though it happened yesterday. Their false conclusions lead to problematic decisions and behaviors since they're always assuming the worst. They also project their own feelings onto others, so their "You hate me," means "I hate myself." These are untruths, but not really overt lies (as damaging as they may be).

It's hard to tell the difference between a conscious lie and a conscious one. A man says, "It is like we both walk into the same movie theater. I thought that we entered into see the same movie. We sit together. We enter and leave at the same time. But afterwards, I learned that what she saw was entirely different from me, even though we sat and watched the same movie. Her version is no where even close to mine."

What Clinicians Say About Lying and BPD

In the essay "Lies and Their Deception" in the same book, Lying, Cheating, and Carrying On, Clarence Watson, JD, MD pulls no punches when he says, (p. 98):

Given that a BPD hallmark is interpersonal relationships that alternate between idealization and devaluation, the person with BPD may distort facts aimed at the person with whom they desire a personal relationship.

Whether through attempts to draw persons into [intense and rocky interpersonal] relationships or viscously attack another during episodes of the extreme rage associated with perceived abandonment-the borderline personality may use lies and deceitfulness to accomplish these objectives.

Impulsivity and poor impulse control, he writes, means they may not consider the impact of their words before they speak. "In the moment, their desired objective, whatever that may be, takes such precedence over speaking the truth or behaving honestly that the potential consequences of their conduct are reduced to shadowy details."

Other reasons for lack of truth-telling

Some statements may start out as deliberate lies; over time, they become real (the old saying, "Tell a lie often enough and it becomes the truth"). Some statements may be exaggerations, such as a woman accusing her husband of "strangling her" when he touched her neck. People with BPD--especially the conventional type--may judge themselves harshly and expect others to do the same. Lying serves to deflect shame when something might make them look bad, thereby maintaining whatever self-esteem they have on a temporary basis.

This backfires on those people with BPD who then feel worse for having lied (or at least being found out).We all have things about ourselves we would prefer others not know. But we see the good and the bad and hope others do, too. With their black and white world and rejection sensitivity, people with BPD believe that anything "bad" would make others reject them.

Lies may create drama and gain attention. One woman lied that she had been raped to get her boyfriend's attention when he had not been paying enough attention to her.Lies may mask real feelings and put up an impressive façade; this is especially common with invisible BPs.Lies may help make sense of why things happen to them in their mixed-up identity.

Narcissistic Personality Disorder

Some lies maintain the facade of the False Self: the perfect, superior self the narcissist thinks she is or pretends to be. On a more conscious level, lies are central to:

* Staying in power and keeping things under control

* Keeping the flow of narcissistic supply (adulation by others, which are like ambrosia to the NP)

* Satisfying the grandiose, entitled self

* Avoiding any shame if their status is not as high in reality as they think it should be

* Minimizing the onerous possibility of having to concern himself with your needs.

A Few Examples from Partners

* "He lied consistently about his earnings even in the face of documentary evidence."

"* She told me she had cancer when she didn't."

* "He lied consistently for at least a decade regarding fidelity. He used gaslighting techniques to convince me that I was imagining 'missing' condoms from packs in our bedroom."

* "She denied verbal abuse, telling me that, 'I never called you names when anyone else was listening.'"

* "He refused to say where he was going, where he had been, or when he intended to return home--even when doing so was simply to facilitate normal family life-mealtimes, etc. His most oft-used sentence was 'That'll never be known.'"

* "He lied about his history of dyslexia, even when it would have helped our sons with the same problem."

* "She said she had a night class when she went to a hotel weekly with another man."

So how can someone consciously lie like this? NPs have no empathy. They require narcissistic supply--what's a little lie when your very survival, is at stake? And besides, they think, rules apply to other people. Under these circumstances, telling falsehoods is probably uncomplicated and effortless. Watson says, "Overall, their frank manipulation of others may be part of a 'by hook or by crook; mentality to accomplish their goals."

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coolkat122 · 6 years

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Male:Mal x Reader

I hope that you guys enjoy this lovely Evil genderbent Mal that is brought to you by DragonStar sponsored by wickedisheretostay.org which was made possible by viewers like you 👍.

Fair warning I don't know much of descendants lore, I've only seen the movies and the mini series so some shit might (will) be wrong so yeah.

Ben: Bentlie

Audrey: Andre

Chad: Cindy

Jane: James

Lonnie: Louie? (Might change it)

Carlos: Carla

Jay: Jen

Evie: Evan

Mal: Mal (yes still)

If you have better ones please let me know and I'll change it to them instead.

__________

Much like Princess Bentlie you too believed that the children in Isle of the Lost deserve a chance to prove that they can be good unlike their parents so you were all for it when she talked her parents into the idea but of course they wanted to start it with a few at first (babysteps).

Once everything was set up they brought the teens to Auradon, you stood within the crowd to watch as they arrived and "stepped" out of the limo, two girls were fighting over something which you weren’t too focused on youreyes were on the tall purple hair boy. His eyes quickly scan through the crowd which included you before landing on Bentlie as she approached him with Andre by her side.

You couldn't hear them but from what you could tell the boy was faking the smile on his face as they talked. After a few seconds Bentlie lead them out of sight into the school dorms not seeing a reason to stick around you left.

~The Next Day~

You had heard about the mishap at the museum and couldn’t help but think that it was the villain kids, the timing of it was just too weird but you didn't want to say anything because you had no proof and you could be wrong so instead you just decided to keep your eyes on them for any strange behavior.

So far they weren’t doing much Jen was trying out for the girls sport team, Carla was learning that not every furry creature wants to eat him, Evan was getting suckered into doing Cindy's home work and Mal looks like he's just been doing normal stuff.... nothing really out of the ordinary.

You frowned because it just didn't seem right out of all of them he's the only one behaving, it's almost too behaved. Your frown deepened. 'Just what's going on here? Are they honestly trying to be good and I'm just assuming things? Or are suspicions justified? I do believe that the villains kids can be more than just a next generation of their parents but the museum incident just seems like more than a coincidence' You sighed.

"God let me be wrong" You said out loud to no one (that you know of anyway), soon he got up from the bench and left. Before you could follow after but James fell from putting up the signs for Bentlie's crowning and leaded on you, quite roughly too.

"Ow f-" You were cut off when James got up and apologize over and over repeatedly while carefully helping you up. Once up you rubbed your bruised arm and cringedfrom the sore feeling from your body.

"It's fine James it was an accident" You looked him over to see if he was alright, for the most part he looked fine just a slight bruise on the side of his face, ruffled hair and a few specks dirt on his clothes.

"Looks like you've got a bruise on the side of your face tho" He touched it and winch.

"Ouch, I think I should go get it taken care of or at least find a way to hide before my dad finds out..." He said as he placed a hand to cover it."Would you like me to get you somethingfor your arm?" You shook your head.

"No I'm good thanks anyway" He nodded before quickly rushing off to do something about the bruise while I sighed out of disappointment for losing Mal.

~P.O.V Shift~

I had gone back to my room after no luck of finding Mal. I share the room with Repunzel's kid who wasn't here at the moment probably because she's helping decorate the crowning party, she is a lovely girl and quite artsy, and very kind her only flaw her long and I mean long hair that gets everywhere other than that I am happy that I got her to room with rather than Cindy.

I sat down on my bed just as Ruby steps in and looks to me concernly. "____ are you okay?" I frowned a bit unaware that I looked trouble enough for her to be concerned in the first place.

"Yeah why do you ask?" She stepped forward and was about to sit down next to me but I quickly shouted not wanting her to get paint on my bed.

"Wait!" I placed my hands to block as she looked at me worriedly.

"What's wrong?" She asked as she stepped back.

"Your usually always covered in paint, I don’t want it on my bed covers" She blinked before calming down. "You know for like the fifth time this week" I said remembering how annoyed I was with having to clean it up, sure she offered but I was afraid she might make it worse.

"Oh is that it?" She moved the hand that was behind her back and rubbed her blonde hair. "Uh sorry I wasn't thinking" Now much calmer she sat on her bed facing me. "Well anyway, I was asking because you just seem troubled so what's eating at you?"

"Nothings eating at me, I'm completely fine" I lied which I didn’t like doing especially to Ruby but I didn't want to tell her that I suspect that the Vkids broke into the museum, I just don't want to seem like I don't believe in them which I do.... and I don't at the same time well more like I'm just cautious. I don't want to believe in them too much that I'm blinded to facts.

"Are you sure? if you want to tell me anything you can" I nodded.

"I know but at the moment I have nothing..... you know I feel tired so I'mgoing to sleep early okay?" She slowly nodded and smiled.

"Of course" And with that I laid down and slowly started to fall asleep but not before hearing Ruby leave after that it was pretty much la-la land.

When I finally woke up the next morning I noticed that my covers were changed and there was a note taped to it, I picked it up and read it hoping it would explain why my covers were different from what I went to sleep in.

Hey _____ when I got back I was covered in paint because of a little mishap earlier and I accidentally got paint on your covers.... I know that it’s probably the.. 4th time this week? But I wasn't paying attention to where I was about to sit and well you get the pic but don't worry your bestie is going to clean it up and make it good as new ;p

P.S you are a heavy sleeper :I

My eye twitched as I read the letter and was holding back the scream of frustration but I didn't want to alert anyone and have them wonder why I was screaming for seemingly no reason. With a sigh I got up from my bed and noticed the paint that covered our floor. "Seriously Ruby?"

I shook my head and got dressed once I was done I went to class and continued on with observing the Vkids, it has usual Mal was well behaved no suspicious behavior other than the fact that he's well behaved when class was over I went back to follow in between classes until lunch.

And still nothing as I sat there watching him and his friends until Evan noticed and pointed it out so I quickly looked away pretending that I was eating my sandwich. That's when Ruby showed up.

"Hey _____ did you get my note?" She sat down in front of me blocking my view of Mal.

"Yes Ruby I got your note and really you messed them up again? Seriously?" She laughed awkwardly before looking apologetic.

"Yeah,sorry I really wasn’t paying attention I was too busy thinking about why there was this girl with hair covering her face rushing past me which is why I ended up covered in paint in the first place" She explained while I brushed it off, it's nothing new one the girls probably saw a zit and rushed to cover it. The princess were super obsessed with not being caught with one.

After lunch had passed and the rest of our classes were over with I decided to follow him just this once if I still come up empty handed then I'll let it go.

I followed him into the garden area and into the maze which was stupid but I know this place like the back of my hand before I drifted away from being friends with Bentlie we would play in this like crazy so I came to learn about its in and outs. So I'mconfident enough that I'll be fine.

After awhile we came to a stop and he called me out. "You can stop following me now"

'Shit' I slowly stepped out from where I was hiding as he turned to face me, his green eyes looked me over before making eye contact.

"So are you going to explain why you were following me?" He asked while I quickly thought of a lie.

"I was curious to how you were adjusting" He sighed.

"So we're doing it this way huh?" He flipped through a spell book and before I could do anything veins started wrapping me up tight to the point where I couldn't move an inch.

"Feel like talking now?" I glared but didn't want to give it so I told another lie.

"Alright Pinocchio have it your way" Again he went flipping through the pages and casted another spell.

"Now why are you following me?" With zero control I told him everything and he frowned. "That's it? I thought you knew more" He rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Why? What more do you have planned? And why did you break into the museum anyway? What's in there that was worth getting sent back to the isle?" I shot question after question and when I was done he smirked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He mocked enjoying the fact of how little I know of his plan.

"Well it doesn't matter if I know or not heroes always win so just you wait, they'll put a stop to your plans" He chuckled before calming himself.

"Are we thinking about two different heroes here? Cause have you seen these losers?" He pointed in the direction of the school. "They have their heads shoved so far up their asses they won't notice it until it'stoo late and their parents have gone soft from living in la-la land for too long that they won't even be a problem" I did think about it and sure some of them *cough* Cindy *cough* aren't exactly all that dependable but I'm willing to bet that good will triumph over evil like it has so many times before.

"They just might surprise you" I glared as his smirk widen more, taking another step closer he bent down to eye level with me not once breaking eye contact.

"We'll see about that but in the meantime I can't have you telle-tailing so I need to think of the perfect spell that will keep your mouth shut" He checked his book for the perfect spell carefully reading over each one. "Hmm should I make you a toad? No knowing these idoits one of them might kiss you with 'true love first kiss' Oooo" He did air quotes before rolling his eyes. "Maybe a rose but then someone might start plucking your petals that would bad I want you around when I win" He made a couple of tsk’ing sounds before his eyes perked up.

"I could turn you into a snowglobe, I really liked my old one back in the isle so having you would be a nice replacement" My eyes widen as I tried to move but as I stated before these veins left absolutely no room for movement.

He readied up the spell and I closed my eyes praying to be saved but as I felt completely different and tiny snowflakes falling on me it was safe to say that no one showed up to save me, no knight in shining armor, no random passersby-er. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was giant green orbs with specks of gold in them which were Mal's eyes.

He moved the globe away from his face and started taunting me. "Well aren't you adorable when you're all tiny and helpless" He laughed darkly.

"You won't get away with this" my voice echoed in the dome as he rolled his eyes.

"Geez it's like a broken record with you, oh well its not like it isn't fun seeing you so hopeful. it only makes me want to win more so I can crush it into oblivion" He placed me into his school bag. "Get comfortable that globe is going to be your home for the next three days"

The constant shifting due to his walking was extremely uncomfortable but not as much as the darkness of the inside of his bag which made me look into a way out even faster and hoped that my absence will be noticed quickly but I felt like I wasn't getting out anytime soon..........

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DONE FINALLY DONE! This took all day to finish and finally I did it.

#descendants #genderbent #mal #reader insert #au

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