Well, here's going to be a very lovely fanfiction. Kind of. Hopefully. Maybe. There are some things not worth questioning, like my mind and how I came up with this idea…I'm fucked up.

But I hope you guys enjoy! Here it is!

CHAPTER 1

Lucy Heartfilia's heart was an empty one. No purpose, no meaning, no spirit. And she didn't care. The world was shit. No one cared about love and world peace and the joy of your friends and family. What was the damn purpose? There was none.

This is was the blonde's philosophy. Why care for something that doesn't exist? All that shitty talk about love and peace and happiness…that only existed in a fantasy world. A world where you could just escape into the wonders of what everyone loathed. The security of nakama. The fairness of judgement of the world. A girl rising up in protest to society and succeeding.

Success. Fairness. Security. Friendship. Love. Trust. Joy.

Those were words that didn't exist.

Money. Lust. Short-Lived Happiness. Prostitution. Suicide. Hate.

Those words were what kept the world going. The world she learned to not give two shits about. No one cared anymore. It was a fight to the top of society, to the richest of the rich, to the stars beyond stars. And everyone was greedy. So. Damn. Greedy. What was the point of living? Then again, what was the point of dying?

There was no point in doing anything but succumbing to society.

That is how you climb to the top of the ladder.

You just had to move on from your loss. You could not dwell on it forever or you'll be sucked into the hatred of the universe. Lost, without purpose. Lost, without meaning. Wandering, drifting in an endless gray vast land of the shit we call "Planet Earth". That was the truth of the blue planet.

Blue planet. More like gray planet. Bleak planet. Lost planet. Destroyed planet. They were bound to die…but what was the point of dying? Life was useless. A curse rather than a gift.

That was Lucy's philosophy.

A dying world. A dying hope. A dying society. With no purpose, there was no point in doing anything.

Just keep on moving. Keep up and try not to get lost.

Or you'll fall back into the chasm.

She was slipping in her studies. But what was the point? There was none. Lucy Heartfilia didn't give any care anymore. She wished she could see the world from its old light. The light that supposedly shone. But it was just God teasing her with a fucking flashlight. It sucked. Damned society was just messing around with her life.

Opening her locker to shove her textbooks in once again, the notes flew out.

Slut. Whore. Prostitute. Loser. Faggot. Bitch.

Sighing, she shoved them down the trash. That is what described every human being. There was no purpose, no point in being called names that everyone was.

She remembered the warmer days. When everyone was laughing and smiling…when he was around for her. But again, it was God and a flashlight. God and a flashlight. The battery had to run out sooner or later. It was her time to fall back into darkness.

It was time for last period. She made her way to the classroom door when suddenly her phone vibrated.

A client.

She thought for a second and then mentally slapped herself. This was society. School wasn't important. It was never important. No one cared about how smart you were or how talented you are in fucking trigonometry and chemistry. Latin? Screw Latin, it was dead anyway. Like the world.

The world was dead.

Her parents were dead.

He was dead.

She was dead.

Dead.

She ditched and became one with the crowd. Society. It was survival of the fittest…or in her case...

Survival of the Sexiest. Running past the crowd, she had to hurry to her client. She couldn't be late. Then again, she could be late, but she needed the money. Money was all that mattered, not love. If that meant selling herself, she didn't care. No one cared.

That was how life was. No one cared about you. You don't care about them. No one cared about anyone in this hellhole. But they cared about money. Big breasts. Sucking dicks. Just passing everyone blindly, the darkness of the world…or the true nature of the world crept upon everyone before indulging on each other's innocence.

She wished for the flashlight. She needed that drug.

Her face was emotionless the entire time. No pleasure was felt. She had never felt pleasure. Maybe some other people do, but she felt…empty. Purposeless. Abandoned. In bed with the naked man, she collected her payment and clothes before seeing her phone light up.

Damn, it was late.

"LUCY!" Lucy had to turn the phone volume to nearly zero at the rate Natsu yelled at her.

"Natsu. What the fuck do you want? I'm at business-"

"Yeah, yeah, you're always at business. You should have just gotten an easier job like me!" Natsu Dragneel worked at a supermarket downtown.

"There's no easy job, Natsu." She always had a soft spot for the guy. So naive. So pure. So innocent. She wanted to protect him from the outside world. He was like her brother.

"You're SO negative! This is why you have no friends!" Natsu said happily. Lucy swore. If he got any louder, she'd be in trouble. Tying up her hair, she quickly made her way out of the building.

"I have you. Aren't you my friend?"

"OF COURSE!" She could hear the smile in his voice. It almost made her want to smile…but at the same time…just…no. Smiling was a waste of energy.

"Then I do have friends, huh." Amusement sparked in her eyes for a quick second. How pure he was.

"Fine. But you need MORE friends!" Natsu whined.

"If I needed more friends, I would have-"

"You can't do anything, Luce. Everyone at school, at Fairy Tail High, hates your ass. They call you names and such…they're all MEANIES!"

"You don't hate me, right?"

"Of course not! You're awesome, Lucy!" That made Lucy feel a tad bit better. But that would just mean the whole world was awesome. She was part of the world.

"Thanks, Natsu."

"Smile."

"What?"

"You're not smiling. Smile."

"The fuck? Are you spying on me?"

"No. I can tell with your voice."

"Bye, Natsu."

"LUCY, WAIT-"

And the click came. Natsu lived in the flashlight of the heavens. The light that was bound to fade away. She guessed some people still have that hope. But she lost that hope. It has and it will always be gone.

That's when the rain started pouring. And she was nowhere near her home.

Then again, how could she go home? No one was there except for maybe a cockroach or two. She shivered. Cockroaches were one of the few things that gave her emotions. It wasn't happy emotion it was just…fear. If fear was an emotion. She saw it more as an internal impulse. In fact, her philosophy didn't involved much human feeling.

No. Humans had no feelings at all. They only act out of impulse.

She wondered sometimes if she was depressed. There was no way in hell. She was bright in comparison with human nature. She had her friends. This was just what she thought. Depression is a feeling, not a thought. It may be a dark look and thought, but what did she feel out of it? Nothing.

So she could fake her way through and smile the whole time. No one could read through falseness. Everything was false around them anyway. Personality. Body figures…although hers was naturally beautiful. And everyone lied. Hell, everyone lied all the fucking time. And they believed them. If the world was rid of all the liars…maybe… Impossible. Emotions don't exist in the world.

Fucking believers.

And lost in her thoughts, she bumped into an elderly woman. She looked like an old business woman, tall and proud of what she did. Dressed in one of those old-fashioned kimonos, she looked at her in wonder. Other than that, she seemed so…simple, so plain. It was quite interesting, to be honest, that there was someone in the world that seemed to have it nice with just simplicity in its note.

"Sorry, ma'am," she muttered.

"No worries, young lady! It was an accident." She was short, seriously short. White hair all up in a bun with that happy-go-lucky smile…she looked like one of those anime characters that you see only once in a life time.

"Yeah, an accident. If you don't mind, I'll just get going. Again, I'm sorry." Her voice was quite monotonous.

"You sound uninterested in the conversation."

"I'm not really interested in anything, to be honest."

"Anything? Not even gardening? I see you pass by often, you know, in the neighborhood. You seem interested in going home."

"The neighborhood…?" The old woman chuckled as she looked around. To her surprise, she was out of the city and in the neighborhood that held her small apartment, Magnolia.

"Yeah, Magnolia, right? I believe you live here?" she said.

"Y-Yeah, I do…" Lucy said, quietly, "How did I…?"

"You must have been lost in your own thoughts, silly! Young lady, you need to start paying attention or bad things may happen."

"Bad things happen all the time, though…" Lucy said, confused, "I don't know how paying attention would help if everything in the world is corrupt." That left the old woman in shock.

"Interesting…I see. You've been in the same position I've been," the elderly woman said.

"What do you mean…?" Lucy asked.

"Nothing, nothing. The name is Ur. Ur Milkovich," she said, smiling, raising her hand out. It was shaky, and in order to be polite, Lucy took it and shook it softly.

"Lucy…Lucy Heartfilia," Lucy said quietly. Standing awkwardly for a second, she let go and started her way back.

"Come and visit me, sweetheart! It gets lonely," the old woman waved at her as if they were long lost relatives. Damn, it hurt to do all that. How could anyone stand and smile like that if the world was dying before their own eyes.

"Sure thing, Obaasan," Lucy said, waving back, however, not looking at the woman.

"Just call me Ur! Don't remind me of my damn age…" the woman said quietly before making her way back to her garden. Lucy's heart filled with sadness as she realized what this Ur lady lived in.

The fake flashlight.

Stop it…stop it…stop it!

She woke up, sitting upright and panting. Her dreams haunting her once again. She reliving the day…the day…she didn't even want to think about that day. The day her father changed everything in her life and shut off the flashlight. The day she was abandoned by the world…she...

"Woof!"

A…canine?

"Woof! Woof!"

Curious, an emotion she hadn't felt in a while, she looked out the window to see a poor, little doggy, all alone. Hurrying up to it, she rushed out and looked at it. It looked…happy, smiling. It was extremely white with a little orange nose, for an odd reason. With its clear blue eyes springing out, his tongue was sticking out, happy happy happy. Happy. She shuddered.

"What's your name, buddy?" Lucy asked. Wait, what was the point of asking, it didn't speak. She looked at the collar and it was engraved into the white strip around his neck.

Plue.

What kind of fucking name was-

It whimpered and Lucy felt…worried? What was up with all the emotions she was experiencing today? Rubbing the white fur of the guy, she wanted to keep it safe and comforted. Her apartment, however, was much too small to keep a little puppy in, but she didn't care. She picked it up and it licked her hand, happy. With a half-hearted smile, they entered the apartment and Lucy looked around for some kind of treat to give the canine. Finding scrap meat, she placed it on the floor and Plue sniffed it. And sniffed it again.

And then he started to eat.

Sighing, she didn't know what to do with the poor thing. But it was better than leaving it out alone in the night. Someone could hurt the doggy and she didn't want that to happen at ALL.

Again, what was up with her and feeling emotions? Maybe she should change her output. Good emotions didn't exist, but the bad ones did. As she twiddled her thumbs, she had to come up with something, something, ANYTHING.

But she trusted no one. She had no friends. It was… She shivered again, suddenly cold. Scooping up Plue into her lap, she sighed and went to sleep, wondering what the hell to do.

"Damn, Plue. What am I going to do with you?" Lucy muttered before she drifted off into a nightmare of sleep.

She woke up to the feeling of Plue licking her face.

"P-Plue!" Lucy said. The canine was wild and energetic today, or probably like everyday. She didn't exactly feel…warm toward it, but she felt a sense of security. This canine needed to be protected.

What struck her odd was that this type of canine had long tails, now that she thought about it. Turning it around, she gasped.

It lost its tail.

.

.

.

"Woof! Woof!"

"Your tail is missing, Plue…" she said quietly.

"Woof! Woof!"

"How can you be so happy…? Your tail…" This was what was wrong with society. They tossed a poor creature that's deformed because his tail was missing and no one cared! How the hell could you live like this-

Anger. That was a negative emotion she was feeling now. Or probably pure disgust.

"You know, Plue. You and I are going on a walk. You at least have felt loss like I have…" Lucy said, quietly in her same monotone tone. The world disgusted her so and Plue was going to share that disgust with her.

But…it looked so happy. And she couldn't even take care of it. Annoyed, she beckoned him out the door as they made their way to school. Or really to the break room. It wouldn't be long until she had to go to work again.

"Lucy!" It was Ur's voice again, calling from her window. "Who's the poor little guy?" Lucy debated before she answered.

"Plue? A dog. He was left behind and made his way to my house."

"Wait one second!" She was out the door quicker than most ladies could ever walk, causing Lucy to sweatdrop. She really was a crazy old woman."

"Obaasan…how did you…"

"I'm not one of those slow ass ladies, you think! I'm Ur Milkovich!" she said, her shaky hand petting Plue's little white head.

"How the hell did you-"

"Don't question me." Ur said, quietly. "It's tail is missing, Lucy-chan."

"Y-Yeah…I figured that out…" Lucy said.

"It's terrible what some people do to poor creatures. That's what we do, take care for them."

"Obaasan…"

"Just call me Ur. And what is it, Lucy-chan?"

"How…how can you be so positive…in a world like this…?"

"Me?" her eyes widened, "You just gotta look, Lucy. You should head off to school, now."

"School."

"Yes, school. What's wrong with that? Young lady's like you need a proper education-"

"Can you take care of Plue for me? I don't have anywhere to put him and my place is too small so please?"

Wait, what the hell? When did she care so much about a creature who's felt pain? Everyone's felt pain. Why did she have to be caring for this dog? It…It was...

It was so wrong to love something. So WRONG. How the hell could she think that way?

"Plue-chan! Are you serious, Lucy-chan?"

"Obaasan…" And Lucy nodded. What was going on, when did she care so much? How could this…this CANINE do anything like the sort? Before she could go anywhere, her phone vibrated and she lost that feeling of confusion.

Work was hard in this business.

"I got to go, Obaasan." And she left Plue in Ur's arms before running off.

"Lucy-chan!" Ur cried.

Now was not the time. It was the time to become one with the crowd. To turn away from society and feed in the fakeness of it. That was how it worked, how they lived.

Lucy Heartfilia.

The slut, the whore, the bitch.

And no one cared.

So she didn't care.

Honestly, I have no clue why I'm writing this, but I promised a friend and a friend I shall be back!

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And I'll see you whenever I feel like it. :3 But I definitely need to write this for my friend because I promised. ;)

BETA READ BY: Pikaskye