[Hunter X Hunter Fanfiction] From the Abyss

"Grrr..."

Ah, hungry again.

I'm Abby. On the surface, I'm an utterly ordinary sixteen-year-old high school girl: I struggle with math, fear walking alone at night, and always come in last in the 800-meter run in PE class.

But my "snacks" are a little unusual.

My snack cupboard has no chips or soda. It's filled with your joy, anger, sorrow, and delight. Happiness tastes like silky strawberry cream cake, anger like a piping-hot, painfully spicy hot pot, and sadness... tsk, more bitter than melon juice left out overnight.

When I'm really hungry, I don't mind chewing up the person whose emotions I'm eating, too, as an appetizer.

So...

You, the black-eyed young master of the Zoldyck Family, try waving that needle in your sleeve one more time. I can't promise it'll show up in the same place next time.

You, the loud, red-haired gentleman from the circus, stare at me with those eyes like I'm an "interesting toy" again, and you've just decided what's on tonight's late-night menu.

And you, the spider boss who's always so interested in my "backpack"...

Take one more step closer, and believe me, I'll stuff you and your "desires" into my specially made cookie tin and seal you away forever!

[Some Possibly Important Reading Notes]

Warning: Everyone is evil, including the heroine herself. There's no sweet, naive girl here, just a survival guide on how to stay relatively sane in an asylum, or go mad together.

Style warning: This is a Lovecraftian hodgepodge cooked up after the author's sanity meter hit zero. The original setting is massive and can easily change the world map. It's not sweet, not cathartic, and not conventional. Sample with caution.

Intelligence warning: The protagonist's intelligence may often be ground into the dirt by the various eccentric supporting characters. The author can personally attest to this through tears.

Timeline: The story takes place three years before Gon takes the Hunter Exam. It has no direct connection to the main plot of Hunter x Hunter, and will basically never follow the original storyline.

Status: The whole novel is complete! I'm currently revising it to the point of questioning my life choices. I added too many villains, and my hair is falling out faster. Whatever, I'm posting it first! (Lying flat in peace.)

One last thing: Whether you clicked out of curiosity or were "tricked" into coming here by the blurb, if you've made it this far... (fidgets with fingers) Even leaving just a "read" would be the greatest salvation for a bald, sleep-deprived writer revising her manuscript! (A little happy wiggle)

I've started a new novel!! Important things must be said three times!

This time it's a Western fantasy, a Berserk fanfic. The title will probably be something like The Princess in a World of Villains. At heart, it's a sweet little romance wrapped in a dark exterior. You don't need to have read the original. Our motto is, "Borrow its world, tell my own story"; I'll only use that fascinating yet cruel setting. The main plot follows her career ambitions, with a little romance on the side.

Although the genre is so niche it's reached the Arctic Circle, and even the four characters in the title Berserk are showing up as gibberish for some indescribable reason... that won't stop us from having fun telling the story!

Transmigrated into an N18 comic as an expendable princess who doesn't even exist in the records, Avril has just one rule for survival: keep her head down!

She cuts her hair short, wears men's clothes, and pretends to be a wastrel. While secretly funding the future beautiful, tragic savior (or destroyer) of the world under an assumed name, she quietly develops new technology in her godforsaken territory. Truth only exists within shooting range, and security comes from having plenty of firepower.

But the plot refuses to follow the script! Why does that man, who looks like an angel but is actually a devil, keep giving her meaningful smiles? Her sister is obsessed with him, and every girl in the country screams over him. Only Avril feels a chill at the back of her neck: Big bro, stop coming closer! You're supposed to end up with someone else, not me!

Even worse, her little talent for making devoted admirers obey her every word seems to be... completely useless on him?

"You've been watching me for ten years," the devil whispered in her ear one night, pinning her beneath him. "Now it's my turn."

Avril looks down at the unexpected little life in her arms, then toward the Abyssal Tide bearing down on the border. She takes a deep breath, polishes her flintlock, and checks her ammunition.

Fine. If kindness can't redeem the abyss, then she'll blow it up.

One quick question: When is the real hero going to come kill my child's father? Asking for a friend. It's kind of urgent.

Theme: Even monsters need love to grow up.