Mary-Sue Dream
~Mustalwayssmile~
I glanced around the room, still half-asleep, trying to figure out where I was. It was hard to breathe and I felt trapped. There was something heavy on my back, something that felt boney and fleshy. Where was I? Wherever I was, I hated being there. "Hello, darling." Who was this man? Why was he wearing a lab coat? Why was he so young? I wanted to scream, but my throat was to sore. "You must be starving, love," his words seemed pure as he handed me a plate of pancakes that I looked at suspiciously. The man smiled and took a bite of the pancakes. "See darling, not poisoned"
The pancakes tasted so good. The blueberries were so juicy and added sweetness to the perfect fluffiness of the pancakes. It didn't seem like that bad of a place, there was a computer, a desk, a bookshelf, some chairs, a TV, a dresser, drawing stuff, and the comfortable bed that I was in. But why was I here? What was on my back? Was I wearing clothes? How could I know? "Please don't freak out at me, I'm just doing my job." That made me freak out even more. The man told me to stand up as he fastened my bra in the back. What was going on? He helped me into a men's button-down shirt with two large slits in the back and some loose jeans.
"You're probably wondering what's going on." This guy could read minds, I was sure of it. "This is going to sound mental, but your parents sold you to the laboratory where I work. My colleagues went a little overboard with you genetic fusions, giving you huge bat-like wings. They were going to kill you because you didn't turn out right, so I'm letting you stay my spare room." I soon found out that his name was Timber and that he was 22, only five years older than me.
I found out that I had been transported to England, Framlingham to be exact. On the bookshelf sat photo albums full of my family and closest friends. How did Timber get these? There were also the manga volumes that I had always wanted to read. One day, Timber took me to the sea. It was so beautiful and bright. He rented a hot air balloon so he could fly alongside me. I was being stared at like circus freak, but Timber assured me that I was beautiful. I started loving him more and more each day.
On my eighteenth birthday, Timber took me to a gala. I had never waltzed in public before, even though timber taught me how. It was a masquerade, so my wings fit right in. Timber held me close and told me to just focus on him. That night, he asked for my hand in marriage. I accepted. We eloped, nothing special, and had a child.
Then everything went blurry. "Margot? Wake up dear," I heard somebody call. It wasn't Timber or my little boy, James. It was my mother's voice from when I was 17. My world got clearer as I woke up in the room I grew up in. My wings, James, Timber, and our fantastic romance had all been a dream. The dream of a Kuroshitshuji fangirl with a mary-sue OC. I was Margot again, not Olivia. An ordinary fangirl again. And that my friend, is why you never make a mary-sue OC for any fandom.