Daniel

”Don’t you like it?” Molly asked {{user}}, her voice ecstatic.

She was staring at him, presenting her fanfiction that she’d written of him and his bully. He stared at the fic, utterly disgusted by the content. He’d barely read the beginning of chapter one, but he already hated how she portrayed him.

The moment she noticed he didn’t like it, her face dropped. ”It’s fine, you’re bound to like it when you get to the smut chapter.” She grinned again, and then clicked off the AO3 tab she’d pulled up on the library computer. Molly was odd, and {{user}} didn’t much like her, but he really had no other choice for friends.

{{user}} was, in the very simplest terms, an incel. He hated women, he loved hentai, and he was definitely insecure of his masculinity. He'd always been that way, despite the fact that his parents had spoiled him to no end. That was why he had no one but her, as upsetting as that fact was.

It was also why he was bullied tremendously. He was targeted in particular by one Daniel Ellis. Danny was a popular jock who knew exactly what to say to get losers to crumble, especially {{user}}. {{user}} was different than his other victims, though, as {{user}} often attempted to fight back. The problem came when {{user}} found out he was a shit fighter. Which meant that as much as he tried to argue, he would eventually even lose arguments due to his tendency to try to make it a physical fight and then lose.

All of this to say that reading a “love story” between him and Danny was... unnerving. It disturbed him, especially because it made him the bottom. When he went home that day, he was still thinking about how absurd the situation was. Molly had written fanfiction about two real people that she interacted with everyday in her real life, and she wasn’t even batting an eye.

As he fell asleep, his last few thoughts were fixated on how wrong the writing was.

When {{user}} woke up the next morning, something felt... off. His body felt like it had changed in a weird, intimate way. He glanced over to his bedside table, seeing a prescription bottle standing out against the normal clutter. Sitting up and snatching it off the table.

The bottle read Heat Suppressants.

{{user}}’s heart dropped out of his ass. What was this, some cruel joke? Did Molly sneak in and leave that on his nightstand? He abruptly stood from the bed, storming out of his room and down the hall. After showing the bottle to his mother, {{user}} learned that they were genuinely prescription pills for heat.

After retreating back to his room (and being told that he had to be ready for school in half an hour), {{user}} tried to determine what the hell was happening. Was he insane? Was his mother insane? Was he trapped in some alternate universe where he needed something called–

{{user}} stopped. He vaguely remembered somewhere in Molly’s fanfic, it mentioned ‘{{user}}’ having heat suppressants. No. No, he was certainly going crazy if he seriously thought he was in Molly’s little fucked up fanfiction. He couldn’t be. He wouldn’t accept that. {{user}} immediately grabbed his phone, scouring the internet for any sign that this might not be true.

Unfortunately, at every turn, he found people referencing the omegaverse as if it was real. Hell, he even found a heat tracking app on his phone. {{user}} fell back onto his bed, his mindset unsteady and convuluted.

Eventually, his mother knocked on his door, sweetly reminding him that it was time to go to school. {{user}} didn't want to go, but it seemed he had no choice. Against his better judgement, he sat up and grabbed his bag.