Trial five was that easiest yet. Create a heartfelt gift for a loved one. Destroy it in front of them.
You honestly wanted to do this one. You spent a good while painting and planning on how it will look. A picture frame handmade. After, wood burning designs around the edges and adding little intricately painted flowers intuitively around the center.
A photo of you and your mother standing side by side. you seemed awkward and distant in the image. Half-heartedly you smiled. It seemed forced. Indeed it was.
It was a rare occasion when your mother came to visit. It was the around the holidays and you had always and will always hold a certain contempt for your mother. No matter what she did. She'd left. Left you and your younger brother causing you to seem like nothing but, a heavy burden on you fathers shoulders.
You'd never once spoke out about you internal hatred. Finally, you could bask in the reality of it all.
The scene played out a little like this. After, a short phone call that entailed you claiming there was a massive emergency. Your mother finally complied after some persuading.
Although you had a feeling she could have cared less. In fact, you thought she was more than likely was wondering if you had a life insurance policy she could swoop in on. Given you had no one. She'd suddenly appear at your funeral playing the grieving mother...Money hungry whore.
The thought fills you with fury with the camera set up and the fire pit looming over you casting shadows all around. You waiting, with a smirk dancing across your lips.
You hear the purr of the engine steadily coming to a halt. And watch as the lights from the vehicle are turned off. She slowly rounds the corner probably following the light to the fire.
"Hello, mother~" the words coast from your lips smoothly. You've waited so long. She approaches " What the hell (y/n)! You told me there was a fucking emergency."
You roll your eyes. " I made you a gift," you say quietly pulling the item from your jacket pocket, " Just look at it Jesus fuck" you spat with distaste. She examined the item cautiously.
"Oh, uh thanks I guess.", said as it was a shitty Christmas gift at an office party no one wanted.
The smirk returns as you snag it away, " It's a symbol of our relationship and love." you hold the item in your hands. It was bit sad you had worked hard if it was for someone, anyone else you'd be proud...
Your gaze meets her nervous eyes. You smashed the item over your knee. It splintered with a satisfying crack. Her face looked confused and slightly disgusted. You threw the remains into the burning pit but held the photo in your left hand pulling out a white lighter. You flicked it igniting it with ease. You hold the picture over the flame.
It melts and contorts in a satisfying fashion. Your mother stutters outa simple,"What the fucks wrong with you?!" you flip her off "HABIT made me do it", followed by a smirk.
Like that she was gone sprinting for her car jumping inside and zooming off into the newly born night. " Ashes, Ashes, we all fall down. Don't we rabbits.", you look towards the camera. A sigh escapes you.
Later on, you posted what you had done. There was no sense in making any of them private. No one watched anyway...
No one, but him anyway.
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Rabbit #132, Welcome.
Fanfiction(HABIT/Evanxreader) Hello, rabbit 132. Prepare yourself as you connect the dots, and piece the seemingly never-ending conspiracy that HABIT lays out day by day. You fall deeper and strive to assist the EverymanHYBRID crew, but the danger around you...
