Okay-okay i have this wild idea what if NRC is truly a fuck up school like killing and crime is something normal and even being encouraged ? And Yuu just unfortunate child who being kidnapped by crowley just to entertain NRC boi ?
I mean imagine in heartsybul they claimed right to have Yuu as their toy where Riddle will just try to Make Yuu as a perfect and loyal student , But if Yuu try to fight back Trey just give her some *cough* poisonous tart while masking as someone she can truly believe and began to gaslighting her . Cater just enjoying taking photo of her and sometimes he will force her to wear something revealing and then humiliate her and record her reaction . And For deuce and Ace , she is lucky they even took her as their friends , so it's not wrong to help your friend with some homework right ?
Obvious trigger warnings for abuse and mild gore
Those who ended up in NRC were always...different. They grew up cruel, violent, often the bullies in their younger school years, they came in all shapes and sizes but the one thing that was consistent across them all was the fear having the around would bring. Parents, despite knowing the nature of the school, were often times desperate to get them out of the house, they sent them off without hesitation and moved without their knowledge, they didn’t want them to return. Most who attended NRC knew it was a one way ticket from their family.
The world had already given up on them by the time they got to the gates, so they saw no issue in letting their true selves loose once they arrived. The first day of the year was always the most violent, new, young, arrogant students wanting to prove their place and have fun among their peers, and there was no society within the walls to stop their urges. Deaths weren’t uncommon among the weaker students, yet society did nothing to close them down, because why would they? The college was the last resort, it was the ones society wanted to pretend didn’t exist, there was no hope for those in there, it was a prison without rules to those outside.
One of the lesser known facts about the college though, was that they took in innocents. The approval letter would often be enough to ostracise them in their community, their arguments would fall on deaf ears as the were forced into the carriage to be the fresh blood of NRC. They never came home, either they died or become as twisted as the rest of them.
The letter alone was enough to destroy your life, the single slip of paper had your friends turning their backs on you and your parents disowning you, they weren’t going to let you stay anymore, just watching you from a distance as you boarded the carriage with the bag they packed for you in hand.
When you arrived, you nerves were already shot, you were frazzled and scared, how couldn’t you be? The rumours were enough to make your skin crawl, and you could only hope that this was some kind of mistake, but the moment you set foot inside the iron gates slammed closed behind you. Turning back around, your heart was in your throat when you realised there was someone stood there, a tall man with a crow mask hiding the majority of his face. He introduced himself as Crowley, the headmaster of the college, and you thought it might be a good chance to try and plead your case, but he ignores you words, ushering you inside the building.
Only when you get to his office and his explaination begins does the true dread begin to settle over your being, he’s very open about the situation. He explains the history of students like you, how you were lucky their policy had changed from a few years ago. Yes, apparently you were lucky that you would not be on your own in a dorm, and that you’d be entrusted to one of the dorms to begin with. Your face only pales further as he smiles, telling you that it would give you a chance of at least lasting until the end of the week.
Heartslabyul is the dorm you were guided to, apparently the assignment of the ‘fresh’ student now worked on a cyclical basis, simply to stop deaths on the first day because Crowley was just ‘too busy’ to handle that kind of stuff so early in the semester, but it didn’t mean the other dorms couldn’t snatch you away and play with you as they pleased. It may not have seemed like it at the time, but you soon learned that Heartslabyul is one of the lesser of the evils among the school, especially when compared to some of the other dorms.
You were lucky you hadn’t gone to Savanaclaw, one of the most ruthless, you could only feel blessed, if you could ever consider such a word in this situation, that you hadn’t ended up with them. They were the dorm with the shortest survival rate among innocents, they used them as toys. Such a violent group of individuals saw a powerless person as easy prey, the stories you heard of how the last innocent was found on the outskirts of the dorm, torn to shreds, made your blood run cold. They were coldhearted predators that enjoyed causing fear and pain.
Nor Octavinelle, who trapped unsuspecting students in binding contracts with their lives on the line, they didn’t need to use violence when they could drain every drop of life and energy from their victims, the poor unfortunate souls who had survived were little more than husks that obeyed the orders of the dorm head without question. Those who had refused the terms of their contract, well they hadn’t been seen since, but the occasional shrivelled corpses found near the dorm which seemed to be ancient from how dry and decayed they are all seem to have surprisingly modern uniforms...
Pomefiore were horrifically strict to their members, they were all about their image, looks were their most important feature, and it soon became clear that they valued them so much as it was what they used to lure in their victims. Those who fell to their honeyed words and flawless faces became ingredients to their potions and poisons, you overheard conversations of theirs, the images were burned in your mind, of bloodstained cauldrons and floors as someone pleaded for their life, only to be interuppted by their screams of agony when their scalpels sliced cleanly through muscles and tendons, surgically removing fear filled eyes, sawing through bones, to then use them in potions, balms, serums, lotions, and poisons, before cleaning themselves of subcutaneous fat smears, clotted blood, and the odd bone shard, to only move on to find the next ingredient.
Scarabia may have seemed like a safe choice, with their sunny dorm head and lack of care, but one party with them would be enough to show you their true colours. Festival and jovial they may be, but their banquets are a sight to behold for all the wrong reasons. With delicacies and luxurious food forced down your throat ‘for your enjoyment’, it takes everything you can not to lose that food again once the entertainment begins. Just as he doesn’t see a problem with anything else, Kalim just can’t understand why you look like you’re about the pass out as Jamil manipulates a younger student to attempt extreme contortion despite their lack of practice. The sounds of tearing muscles and cracking bones as the poor boy continued to try against his will was only overshadowed by Kalim’s carefree smile, after all isn’t this fun?
With Ignihyde their work can’t be argued with. When it came to how skilled they were, there was no way you could say that they weren’t geniuses with technology. Perhaps it would’ve been something you’ve could’ve admired about them...were it not for the fact they used human test subjects. Magical devices could be unstable, of course they needed to be tested in cases where their ideas were brand new! And of course, the more sadistic members who made torture devices for their own were to be avoided at all costs.
Then there was Diasomnia, you didn’t know much about them honestly, and you wanted to keep it that way. The majority of the people in the place tended to avoid them, and that wasn’t a good sign, the few times you had come across students from that dorm it left you feeling extremely vulnerable and weak, as if their mere presence was enough to stop your heart in your chest. Sure, there didn’t seem to be that many discovered deaths associated with them, but there were plenty of unanswered missing student cases that made you feel uneasy around them.
So yes, you were lucky you guessed, that you had ended up with Heartslabyul. Riddle was a tyrant, there was no other way to describe it, within a matter of days you came to understand that his words of “Off with your head!” Were a terrifyingly real threat, the hours you spent pouring over the dorm’s rulebook never seemed to amount to much, with hundreds of them to try and remember you always found yourself inadvertently breaking one. The scars that now decorated your body always seemed to be accompanied by fresh, open wounds, each one a reminder of a rule you forgot, a standard you fell short of, it was a daily occurrence to have Riddle whipping, cutting, or slapping you, screaming about your failures to the point you would breakdown.
Trey taught you never to trust anyone, no matter how kind they might seem, you believed he only helped Riddle in his punishing of you to avoid punishment himself, he had seemed so kind and approachable, always with a smile on his face. You learned of your mistake when you asked him about the other dorms, if any of them were safer than Heartslabyul. He had offered you a slice of tart, promising to explain what the other dorms were like, only for him to fall silent when you swallowed the last mouthful, you hadn’t understood why he’d stopped...for a few minutes that was. When the pain hit you, you’d jerked forward from your seat collapsing to the ground in a screaming pile of agony, you’d never felt pain like it before. The burning in your throat felt like it was constricting your airways, you nerves were on fire, even the clothes touching you felt enough to peel layers of your skin off, your muscles started spasming, seizing and locking painfully, the only thing you could think to do you to scrabble uselessly at the tiled floor. You barely had the motor control to look up at him, it was then you saw his expression. The smirk, the hollow eyes, the vial dangling precariously between his fingers, held above you and out of your reach. It hurts, doesn’t it? If you want the antidote, then you just need to apologise for your words against the dorm, tell him what you did wrong, and explain to him why Heartslabyul isn’t such a bad dorm to belong to, look at your others options after all. He claims he doesn’t enjoy doing this, but his eyes say otherwise.
The Magicam junkie you would’ve expected to be harmless, and in a lot of ways compared to others he was. Cater didn’t cause you much damage, physically at least. But what he lacked in violence he made up for in mental and emotional manipulation, his invasion in your life left you with what felt like nothing you could call your own, he forced you into outfits he liked, took photos without your consent only to then share them all over the message boards with cute captions like “Our little junior misbehaved again today xx” Below photos of your newest scars, revealing outfits showed more than you would ever be comfortable sharing online, but he did so regardless. The humiliation left you emotionally drained, and the comments they received made it feel like you had been violated.
And of course, Ace and Deuce. Your two friends. They had come together on your first day, coming to your side when a first year Octavinelle student tried to grab you, they’d argued a lot but soon enough they found themselves working together, and bringing out the worst in each other. The two of them had stuck to you after that, you’d hoped they would be normal, but your wishes were in vain when you became their personal punching bag and errand runner, they’d saved you, and they deserved repayment. They continue to protect you so in return you’re forced to take care of work they don’t want to do, and the brunt of their anger on top of it. Black eyes had turned to split lips and bruised ribs under Riddle’s instructions, but just because the wounds were less visible it made you no less sore and exhausted. But don’t worry, they don’t want to lose you too early, where would the fun be in that?
