Dead Drafts

Just a couple of thrown-out drafts for another book. Please note: These drafts can include themes of violence, racism, etc, please proceed with caution.

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Scrapped 2.0: No Choice

"What are you doing?" A tall figure loomed over the man, his face turning pale as he turned around.

"I-I...Clara! You're back early! I just...I thought I would get the papers of the next operation!" The man yelled and Clara bent down. The smell of beer and copper filled his nose as his face distorted into fear and disgust, 'Did he just come back from drinking?'

"Really? Because it shouldn't be in my office." She muttered, her orange eyes peering through the man and she frowned. She pushed her wet hair back from her face and lifted her hand, "Did someone tell you that it was here, or...Did you come here to steal something?"

"Uh...I didn't...I didn't..." The man shook in fear, his eyes dashing away and to Clara "I thought it would be here since it wasn't in your locker!"

"So you were also in my locker?"She moved closer to the man her legs shaking as the man leaned against the desk, "Do you understand how stupid you sound?"

She whispered in his ear, grabbing his jaw and squeezing his cheeks against his teeth.

"It seems like we have a little rat." She turned his head, looking into his eyes, "...You know I hate liars."

His eyes widened as he grasped her cold hands.

"Please...Mercy...I-I didn't mean it!" Her eyes gazed at his, and she laughed, "I swear...!"

"Hahaha...You think I would just let you leave here without a punishment, right?" She reached behind him, grabbed a pencil, and pulled his head forward. The harsh moonlight illuminated his tearing green eyes. Her hand slowly rose, "Don't move."

She held his jaw open as the man closed his eyes in terror.

"..."

His eyes opened and he could see the sharp pencil tip inching closer to his eyes.

"Please...Please...Don't hurt me!"

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Her watch beeped and she stopped, moving her gaze from his eyes to her ticking watch.

"Well, Lady Luck has shined down upon you." She scowled and threw him to the side, her harsh gaze full of arrogance, "Get out of here."

"Ah...Ah..."

"GET OUT NOW!"

"Uh...Yes...Thank you...Thank you so much...!" He stammered and threw himself out the door, his feet pitter-pattering away from the room.

*TAP TAp Tap tap*

"..."

Clara waited for a moment.

Waiting for a sound.

And then she dropped down. Hiding herself and tapping her watch.

Finally.

[Hello Clara.]

The watch began glowing, and a distorted voice rang out in the bathroom. Her eyes became frantic. She wasn't able to contact the system yesterday, or the day before that. At some point, she believed that she would be trapped here, forever.

[Did you miss me? Ha, you probely did, you can't live without me.]

She didn't know what to say. Her voice was like a record and she couldn't think. She wanted to yell. To scream at them for leaving her. But, even the systems hurtful words were confert to her. However, she woldn't say that.

She felt sick. Homesick.

"Can I see my family?" She whispered into the watch, "...I want to see them."

[I thought you hated them.]

"I-I..." She fell silent, her eyes darting towards the door, "I do hate them..."

She muttered and gazed back at the watch. She needed to convince them. So she bit her lip.

"Please...I want to see them..."

[Heh...Wow, Clara saying please? Look how weak you've become.]

The voice on the other end taunted, but Clara only tightened her fists and bit her lip. She just wanted to know if they were worried about her. Or if they thought about her. I mean, she was their dog right? She followed everything they said, the least they could do was care about her.

But a year of solitude would make your mind become muddy. She didn't understand why she wanted to see them. After all, she didn't care about them, RIGHT?

[Oh, silent now? Well you're so stupid you wouldn't be able to make any retort.]

It chuckled. The voice became loud in her ears.

"Just...Let me see my family." She mumbled in her weak voice. The smell of beer comforted her as she scratched at her wet leather jacket.

Her fathers eyes flashed through her head. His disappointed look as he stared down at her. His mouth muttering his anger and sadness.

"What are you going to do?" He stared at her from across the table. It was another talk about the future. About her future, "I'll support you in everything you do. But if you can't get a job, you're not going to succeed in life."

'Dad, I want to be a programmer. I want to program.' She wanted to say those words but she couldn't. She had to say something to apease her father, "I want to join the military."

She was only 14, but she was going to have her life planned. She had to. Her father said she had to.

"JUST DO IT!" She yelled, her voice cracking and her eyes stinging.

[What did I tell you about yelling at me? Besides, you left your family because you wanted to become a different person. Do you really want to see them?]

"YES! I want to see-" Her eyes widened. The words poured out of her mouth before she could even process it. She didn't want to see her family, but something deep down inside her took control.

She's stronger than that. She dosen't need family. She dosne't need anyone.

"No...I don't..."

[Well, Clara, I've come back to inform you that our deal isn't over yet, you need to complete another year of being CLARA and we'll give you the life you wanted. You'll be able to be the ruler of your own world, with all the money.]

The voice echoed in the room and she blinked her teary eyes. Her face became pale and her brows furrowing. She had to countuine to play the villain?

"You lied. You said I would be finished once the one year was up!"

[What? You can't complete another year?]

"You-"

[Remember, your life is in my hands.]

"You said that-"

[Are you a fucking idiot!? When I tell you something you have to do it. You aren't in a position to argue.]

"..."

[Stay where you belong. Do you understand?]

"..." Clara's eyes flickered as quiet tears began flowing from her eyes. She tried to hide it. But those tears poured out of her eyes. She wanted it to stop. Why was she crying?

[Heh... Oh, are you crying? What a fucking child. You can't handle another year?]

"..." She muttered, snot running down her lips as she rubbed it onto her jacket.

[Pitiful...Well what did I expect from a girl like you...?]

The voice drifted off as the watch began ticking. The hands reading 12:01. The watch glowed a red hue and the voice was gone.

She was alone now. With her thoughts.

"Huh...Hugh...Hugh..." Clara held her hands to her face, whipping the snot and tears from her red skin, "Heugh..."

She didn't know what to do. Lost in this maze of masks, she couldn't leave. She had to keep this act up. She had to keep doing her job, perfectly. If she dosen't, she can't go home.

And all that pressure came crashing down.

[Penalty: CLARA would have punished the rat, instead you have let the rat go. Three rounds of shock will be induced.]

Her eyes shook as she convulsed on the ground. An electric shock ran through her body as she cried.

"AUGH...!" She screamed, her voice echoing through the thin walls, "STOP!"

She held her head, rolling on the ground and curling into a ball.

"Hugh...Hugh..." Her dry throat crooked as her dead eyes gazed at the transparent notice in front of her, "You..."

[CLARA is a scheming man who dosen't care about any other person. All he cares about is status and wealth, and his powers of manipulation and strength helps him achieve such things. He is a A-Class hunter, which allows him to gain noteable fame and power. He is one of the 5 heads of the company, Blartha, managing the companies dungen related doings, and he is a minor Villain in 'Forming A Harem in The Dungen Space!'

Reminder: You must play as CLARA. DO NOT DIFFER FROM YOUR SET PATH. You wanted to be him didn't you?]

"Yeah..." She pulled herself up and leaned against the wall, holding her arms as she huffed and puffed. Droll dripped from her red lips, and her nose was full of snot, "I wanted to..."

An electric shock ran through her body again and she slammed her head into the wall.

"I NEED TO..."

*BAM BAM BAM*

"STOP..."

Over and over.

*BAM BAM BAM*

"STOP CRYING."

Again and again.

*BAM BAM BAM*

Until her head started to sting.

"AUGH...!" Blood poured down her face as her throbbing head spun, 'STOP CRYING.'

She thought as her stinging eyes began tearing up again.

Another shock ran through her. Her legs became numb as she smashed her weak hands into the wall. Her fist left dents in the wall. The streagth she didn't have before came pounding onto the wall.

*BAM*

Again.

*BAM*

Again.

*BAM*

"HAHAHAHHAHHA!" She laughed and laughed. Tears rolled down her face as she smashed her fist in again, 'YOU CAN'T BE WEAK.'

The stinging stopped and her head swayed around again. The life in her eyes was dark. The world wasn't going to save her. She needed to save herself. She needed to care for herself because no one else would.

"You see Clara? You can't trust other people to do things. You gotta do it yourself." Her father would say to her. In those times where her brother was sleeping she would help her father fix the cars, and everytime she did he would give her life advice.

She always wanted to be next to him. But she never could. She always had to be second to her brother. Her dumb brother. They always cherished her brother more than her.

But now she's diffferent.

'I'm CLARA.' She thought as she slumped down. Her smiling face set in stone, and she chuckled to herself, 'I'm CLARA.'

She pushed her head against the dented and blooded wall.

'I'm CLARA. I'm CLARA. I'm CLARA. I'm CLARA. I'm CLARA. I'm CLARA. I'm CLARA. I'm CLARA. I'm CLARA. I'm CLARA. I'm CLARA. I'm CLARA. I'm CLARA. I'm CLARA. I'm CLARA. I'm CLARA. I'm CLARA. I'm CLARA. I'm CLARA. I'm CLARA.'

Over and over again, that thought rang in her ears. The smile on her face grew wider and wider. The tears on her face dried along with the blood.

Her thoughts repeated that one sentence. Her watch ticked away as she sat there.

She slumped down her eyes closing and her body collapsing onto the ground.

She leaned her head on her leather jacket, and she smelt the faint smell of beer. Her eyes shot open. She was stronger than her weak self. She was different.

'Ha...' She staggered up, "I need a drink..."

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