Title: Thrill Seeker TWST x Overblot!Fem Yuu Part 3 – The Battle CW: Magic violence, body horror (mild), illusions, emotional manipulation, panic responses, fragmented thoughts, yelling, breakdowns, glittery horror vibes
The battlefield isn’t real. It's not Night Raven College anymore. Not really. It's a dream twisted inside out—a cracked jewelry box made of her worst nights and prettiest fantasies.
The floor is marble. Then checkerboard. Then it’s her dorm room, the first night she arrived, with the shadows taller than the walls.
The dorm leaders stand in a circle. Some ready. Some scared. Some pretending they aren't. Riddle’s red-faced and trembling. Vil looks like he’s staring at a fashion show that turned into a crime scene. Azul? Already casting barrier spells like he knows they’re probably useless.
Yuu stands at the center, swaying.
Her voice rings out like a bell made of broken glass: “Welcome to the best part of the play.” “I call this act: ‘What happens when you ignore a girl until she becomes divine punishment in lip gloss.’”
She raises her hand.
And the world fractures.
The first attack isn't physical. It’s emotional. A wave of magic sweeps out—twisting everything into memories. But not her memories.
The dorm leaders are forced to relive their own.
Riddle blinks—and suddenly he’s five again, reciting rules until his mouth bleeds.
Vil sees mirrors everywhere. Each one warps his reflection.
Azul gasps, because he’s underwater, again, and everyone’s laughing.
Malleus doesn’t speak. He just looks around with eyes that glow faintly green—heartbroken and disappointed all at once.
“You like to play god?” Yuu sings, circling them like a ballerina on fire. “Let’s see what happens when I do it better.”
Ink lashes out from her shadow—like dancing ribbons. Sharp. Beautiful. Vicious.
They strike back. Riddle launches a bolt of pure flame. Vil fires glamour-based illusions meant to blind and disorient. Azul summons tendrils of his own—cold, strategic. Malleus doesn’t hold back. His thunder cracks the dream world’s sky.
Yuu twirls through it like a ballerina on crack. The ink catches the blows, absorbing, laughing. Her voice echoes and multiplies, bouncing from all directions like she’s everywhere at once.
“Oh noooo, you’re fighting me?” she mock gasps. “Besties, you love fighting your trauma when it looks hot.”
The arena shifts again.
Now it's the cafeteria. Then the Dark Mirror chamber. Then Crowley's office—set on fire.
She's losing control. But she doesn't care.
Her lips are bleeding. Her eyes are too wide. She’s laughing between each breath, like something inside her’s breaking open and she wants to see what spills out.
“You think I want to hurt you?” she shrieks mid-attack, tossing magic like confetti. “I don’t even want to feel anything anymore!”
“But this?” She spins, every word like thunder. “This is better than silence. This is better than loneliness. This is better than crying into a pillow while pretending to be fine for your damn etiquette class, RIDDLE!”
He flinches.
And for the first time—he stops fighting.
That’s the crack. That moment of vulnerability. The realization.
She’s not trying to destroy them. She’s trying to make them see her.
Vil shouts—“Don’t let her burn out!” Malleus lowers his hand.
Azul speaks soft and panicked: “Yuu… it’s over. You’ve made your point. Please—don’t disappear.”
The magic begins to stutter.
Her voice is quieter now. “I… I don’t know how to turn it off,” she whispers. “I don’t know how to be normal again. I don’t think I ever was.”
She looks at her hands. They’re dripping ink. Glittered ink. Her own tears sparkle down her cheeks like starfire.
And then she collapses.
The ink rushes outward in a spiral, lashing wildly—and then begins to dissolve, like shadows fading at sunrise.
The world returns. The real one. Broken tiles. Cracked windows. Shaky students.
And Yuu—
Yuu is kneeling, hair soaked, clothes torn, eyes dull.
Her voice, so soft it almost isn’t there:
“I just wanted someone to be scared I might not come back.”
They rush toward her—finally.
Too late.
But still.