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Fic Title: Jack of All Trade, in This Masquerade

Fic Synopsis: Jack’s stream of consciousness describes how society is like a masquerade, while his dreams show his own hypocrisy

Chapter Title: Nothing But Her

Character Focus:  Jack Vessalius

Notes:

For Phmonth18, Week 3, Prompt/Day 2: Mask.

What started out as something that was supposed to be a short little fic about Jack’s internal monologue became an in-depth look into Jack’s psyche…hehe. I’ll admit, this is one of the weirdest formats I’ve ever used, and I’m not quite sure if it works, but I had fun with it! This is my first time writing heavily about Jack, and it’s about how his mind works….so forgive me if there are any inaccuracies to his character. I also wrote this pretty quickly, so I will likely need to edit it. I also intended to post it as a long oneshot, but the second half was already lacking, and I couldn’t do the ending justice in a day, so I decided to post the first section right before Phmonth18 ended.

Some good songs for this fic: “Masquerade” by Jonathan Thulin, and “Welcome to the Masquerade” by Thousand Foot Krutch

Chapter 1 Preview:

Everyone always wore a mask.

That was how things were, how the world worked. No question. No alternative. No argument you could make to stop it. Like a plague that replaced everyone’s faces with the skin of monsters.

The world was a masquerade. A dance, where you trade partners, and you never quite know who you’re dancing with anyways. You’re thrown in without knowing the moves, and are required to learn as you go, because you can’t stop. If you stop, the music, the momentum of the world turning, doesn’t. So if you do, you may just be trampled, thrown off the world.

As you grew up, you learned the moves, programed them into your bones until the motions were mechanical, and your body knew nothing else. Nothing but the lies. Grew up, painted your mask, made it more ornate, less likely to show your true colors, less likely to fall.

Something that made a louder crash when it did fall.

They always do. Eventually. Don’t think you can escape it.

Your parents, your family, your friends, they’re no different. When I said everyone, I meant everyone.

But when you grow up in gutters, in the stench and blood, the offal of humanity, and watch from afar, forbidden from the dance, but also from…not dancing, learning that you must to learn the dance to survive, to make in it the world, you may or may not grow to hate humanity.

I couldn’t wear a mask. But I was doomed to see through everyone else’s. See their lies, see their hypocrisy, their cold cut rules about how much of a clown you could be, I could see the puppet strings.

I learned to hate.

But.

*****

And then she’d say - It’s okay

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Week 1: Golden Trio

Day 4: Time

Hello everyone! I am so happy to announce that from this moment on PHMONTH2018 starts! Remember that you can take in any prompts you want from this week or from the following weeks! And on top of that, you can still make prompts from this first week if you miss it or you are busy. My assistant and I will reblog everything you create. So even when we reach the second week, you can still post stuff for the first one. No problem! I want you guys to share your love for Pandora Hearts. The event is about our appreciation for this wonderful manga that stole our hearts! Important: please tag this blog in all the posts related to the event, also write in the tags phmonth18. So, without further ado, let the first week begin!

19.11.2018 to 25.11.2018 - Week 1: Golden Trio ( Alice, Oz and Gilbert ) 19.11.2018 Day 1: Smile 20.11.2018 Day 2: Promise 21.11.2018 Day 3: Friendship 22.11.2018 Day 4: Time 23.11.2018 Day 5: The Stars 24.11.2018 Day 6: Loyalty 25.11.2018 Day 7: Photograph

Pandora Hearts Month (Week 3: Tragedy Trio)

Day 4 - Loneliness

“Even though I brought about the end with my own hands, I am feeling so lonely without you”

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Golden Trio Week