#mc 3

Since the MC got split into 5, there’s bound to be a sibling dynamics going on now since all five of them are bound to differ in every way. They are, after all, what the result of the MC’s despair and progressive lost of sanity and identity have become. The more they stay separated, the more they’re going to grow differently as they experience different things and form their own identities, beliefs, and opinions. But oddly enough, they’re still considered one as the ‘MC’ even though they’ve been split (perhaps through the rule of majority or something).

Regarding their ‘sibling’ hierarchy, MC 3 and MC 5 would take the eldest roles, MC 4 would be the middle child, and MC 2 and MC 1 would be the youngest, in that order. They just have that vibe, y’know?

MC 5 takes the eldest sibling role very seriously. MC 3 kind of does too, in an objective manner. Like, they wouldn’t do it out of feeling (because they’re having a hard time feeling) but rather with a sense of duty. Still, the two of them work well enough.

MC 4 likes to tease MC 2 and MC 1 a lot, so much that they even find it amusing if they can make MC 2 cry or MC 1 frustrated, as some siblings like to do. They have that older sibling privilege.

On the other hand, MC 2 and MC 1 get away with a lot of things more easily. MC 1 being a little troublemaker would just get a scolding and a slap to the wrist if they ever purposely cause trouble and MC 2 usually gets out of punishments if they cry, which they kind of do always, but anyway, younger sibling privileges.

But, as stated before, Lil’ Sal’s considered their oldest sibling so he gets the most older sibling privileges out of all.

Though, I think the MCs try to kill each other sometimes, just to show how much they hate themselves and their ‘destiny’ that they’ve been told a lot of times they can’t escape. They have an unhealthy way of coping, which is honestly understandable seeing what’s happened to them throughout all the loops.

Regardless, Lil’ Sal’s always is and always will be there for them, though. He comforts them when Father can’t (which Father usually can’t since he’s fucked off somewhere to buy milk and which Lil’ Sal is thankful for) and they appreciate him. The MCs genuinely care for and respects him.

Mc 3 meets Saeran at a volleyball game

Hey there, I believe that Saeran meets MC 3 for the first time there, right? I hope so because I wrote it like that now, RIP XD

So, I tried to keep it as much as possible to the original story line so I hope you like this One Shot! Please tell me about! And please, dear Volleyball players, don’t be angry at me if I described the game wrong, lol.

In Germany we actually have to play different games ( like Volleyball, Tennis, Basketball and such ) but I never were one of the students who cared much about that so, yeah, I suck at it actually XD But now enjoy!

,,Unnie! You did so well!’’ a little girl said as she ran towards me, the newcomer who I welcomed three weeks ago. Ever since then, she was clingy, something that didn’t make me feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, it made me more than happy. She quickly gave me a bottle of water as I gulped the fresh water. My throat was burning from the game I just had. The opponents were good, really good, but we could still win this match. It was something that made me so proud of myself, and of course, my team. I was panting and sweat was dripping down my forehead as I stopped drinking the water. The long red hair was still in the way, even though it was tied up. ,,Ya, Mc! Well done! I’m sure we’ll win now!’’ my coach approached me, putting her arm around my neck as she looked at me. I was actually sticky from my own sweat, which made me a bit uncomfortable, but it seemed as if she didn’t care at all. It was something that made me once again realize how lucky we were to have her as coach. ,,I didn’t do it alone,’’ I said with a big smile and looked at my team who just played with me. They did so well and just like me, they also were out of breath, gasping for air after they drank the cold water someone gave them while I talked to the coach.

,,But you’re the leader!’’ one of the players said as she closed the bottle. I smiled at my team. I was so happy that I had them. They were my motivation and my support. Back then, I was the diva in school. I luckily never bullied anybody. My ,,friends’’ back then couldn’t bring me to do the cruel things they were doing, but I wasn’t a nice girl either, until my coach nagged me one day. She was a total stranger to me when she approached me one day as I laughed about somebody further away from us.

,,You wouldn’t be able to survive a day in the real world! I hate girls like you!’’ she said, hurting my feelings, even though I didn’t know her back then. And so it happened that I wanted to show her how strong I was. I was going to survive in the so-called real world, away from all the people who made me feel strong back then. Three years later, I became the best player in volleyball and even the leader of the strongest group in Seoul.

,,But, Unnie, did you get yourself a boyfriend?’’ the little girl next to me asked with a puzzled look on her pretty face, making me follow the direction she was looking at. A young man with white hair sat in one seat, looking away immediately as he saw me looking at him. ,,No, I don’t know him…’’ I mumbled and looked back at my groups who looked concerned out of the blue. ,,Maybe a stalker?’’ someone said. ,,Maybe just a fan?’’ I laughed, not wanting to make such a fuss out of the situation. But before we could have a deeper talk about the mysterious young man, we were called back and a new game began. ,,Okay, girls, let’s do a short volley to decide who will serve,’’ I said and began to play.

We all knew that the loser game would now serve for the duration of that game, but none of us were concerned since we were good in the previous game. We knew what we were doing and honestly, I believed that we had the win in our hands already. The brown haired girl from the opposing team began to serve, taking her shot from behind the end line and choosing an underhand shot. We all observed the ball as it grazed the net. I was quickly there to block the ball, however, it never reached our side, falling down on the floor at her own side again.

I stepped back as I watched them. I figured out their problem quickly enough. Their team itself was down because they were stressed, maybe even scared of the leader or coach, even though the players themselves were good at the game. I knew what I was talking about because I was like that too at first. I turned around to my friends, my team, and smiled at them ,,Let’s keep giving our best, fighting girls!’’ I laughed.

As I turned around my gaze once again, I met the gaze of the white haired man. His eyes were fixed on me. Maybe he was even smiling at me. I felt my face blush as our eyes met. Was he really just a fan?  But I never saw him here before either, so, who was that man? I couldn’t keep thinking about it since another serve was being played. This time they chose the upper hand shot. I was the opposite hitter so my position was in the back left corner of our court and scoring points was mostly my part, of course, with the help of everyone on my team. The ball flew towards us as the blonde newcomer, who was named Seri, was our server and passed the ball with an underhand bump. She was so good at this. I’d never seen a player with such a good controlled manner or such a minimal arm swing. The ball landed back on the other team’s side. This time, the server on the other side hit the ball even harder. The only way I could prevent the ball from hitting our court was spiking, making me run for my life and jump as my hand hit the ball, making it fly over the net. My swing was so powerful that no one could hold the ball, making it hit the floor, giving us winning points.

The game ended shortly afterwards, my team screaming in joy as they came to hug me. Once again, I was surprised by how lovely they were since they hugged me, even though I was so sweaty. My eyes quickly searched for the white haired man, who stood up with a smile and walked down the stairs, apparently making his way to the exit.

,,No, don’t go…’’ I whispered and followed him with my eyes. ,,So he is your boyfriend!?’’ my coach laughed and looked at me. ,,Follow him!’’ she smiled and hit my back, making me stumble forward. And so, even though I didn’t know him, I  followed him, outside where the cold air hit my face, making me shiver.

,,You!’’ I called him, making him finally turn around to me. His eyes caught me, making me stop moving. ,,Who are you…?’’ I asked him, my voice was trembling even though I didn’t know why.

,,I… I’m someone who needs you. I would love to explain it to you if you’d like,’’ he softly said. His voice made my heart jump in happiness. He had the most beautiful voice I had ever heard. The man approached me and stroked my cheek.

,,I need your help. You’re the only one who can help me. But you now need to win your game, so Mc, go back there and win. I will wait for you in that car. Will you be willing to come with me?  I’ll bring you to a wonderful place,’’ he whispered. At that time I didn’t know why, but I just agreed. 

,,Actually, my game ended. I can come right away if you need me,’’ I mumbled. He smiled at me, making me blush once again. ,,I would be more than happy to take you with me right now,’’ he said, touching my long red hair. I gulped and began to tremble when he took my hand, leading me towards the car.

At that time I still didn’t know what fate would await me as I followed the mysterious man.

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Chungae Hoang is Mc 3 real name.