[Western Crossover] You Wanted to Be the Fourth Calamity, but Worked So Hard to Keep the Little Red Bird Alive That You Became His Tool Instead. Did You Do Something Wrong?

(The blurb is written in third person; the story itself is in second person.)

"This blurb is a scam":

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It's common knowledge that the player whose ID is Klein Blue is infamous in the gaming world for being unmotivated and difficult to deal with. He has always been one to indulge himself and do as he pleases, never following the expected script. His friends list has always been empty, and his thought process is so bizarre that, no matter who he's dealing with, he seems like someone who's just arrived on Earth from another star system.

So it's hard for others to imagine that a virtual character in a game could cause him even a little... trouble?

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Timothy never had any particular feelings about his last living relative, even though they shared the same blood.

But family ties can't bind an arrogant, cold-hearted ghost, and Klein Drake is even a bastard who couldn't be bothered to attend his own parents' funeral.

He's empty, solitary, and abnormal, an undeniable weirdo. Chaotic, disorderly, and ill-tempered, he seems to have an innate antisocial personality and is practically a future Arkham inmate.

Don't expect anything from Klein.

He understood that from a young age.

But when a bird-catching silver spider wove a giant web in the void, catching wisps of fragile, dying flames and piecing them back together into Tim Drake's complete personality, those eyes, still colored Klein blue and still looking at him as if by sheer chance, with an air of careless indifference, stirred a strange longing in him.

He wanted to make Klein truly see him, and from then on stand beside him as an equal.

In other words, he planned to "tame" Klein.

"When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back at you."

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To you, I am a fox.

No different from thousands of other foxes. But if you tame me, we will need each other.

To me, you will be unique in all the world, and to you, I will be the only one in your world.

The Little Prince

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"An unpredictable, ill-tempered, nonhuman, radio-wave type who sets traps at whim VS a rational, Lovecraftian little red bird who uses himself as bait"

"The Drake family's fake brotherly affection?"

"No-couple, my own twisted take on a familial bond?"

P.S. This is a game setting. The player is a fan-created red-name player with top-tier combat strength, nonhuman type, chaotic neutral, somewhat unhinged and, from a certain perspective, pretty awful. The author is a normal person; the player is a pervert. The player's ideas are a disaster on a world-ending scale, so please don't blame the author for what the player does.

P.S. This is an atypical story about indulgent brotherly affection. It uses some fanfic character stereotypes. Please read with caution. It contains many original settings and character deaths from the original work, with major changes to canon. Please be aware!

P.S. At its core, this is a nonsensical comedy, but my writing is limited. Extreme OOC warning qwq. This is just to satisfy my personal preferences. I don't accept writing advice.

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