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FIGHTING! Haeyaji~ FIGHTING!
Ugh. There goes my alarm. It’s the song “Fighting” by MOONRISE, only the “best boy group ever” (Dei 2026). Not saying much, though. I’m not really into K-pop like Dei is. While I adore the song, I’m not really all too big on the group. Dei got me into them, really. She took me to one of their concerts… It was fun but I decided to read instead. She chastised me a little, but its whatever. I’m just… not like everyone else, I guess.
I slam on my phone, taking a few hits to successfully cancel it. Tsk. Whatever.
“FABLE!” Renwick, my stupid drunkard foster father, calls for me, “GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!”
I sigh. He always tells me what to do… I’m still pretty young, being in highschool, but he got me a fake ID to get him more wine! But anyway, I have to get up now.
Ugh! I have this one cow lick on the top of my head that sticks straight up. Its sooo annoying. I have to use the best hairspray to get it to lay down… well, unless I tie up my long blonde hair into a messy bun, which is what I decide to do.
I also put on my favorite hoodie. Its so fucking green and has these vines that wrap around the arms with budding flowers on the side. My sister had gotten it for me… before… The Incident. But! Let’s not talk about that now. My hoodie falls off the side of one shoulder revealing my tank top underneath. I wear a long skirt under and grab my school bag, a messenger bag embroidered with whimsical swirls and more leaves.
As I walk down the creaky stairs of Renwick’s terrible house, I hear another bottle clank into the trash can while another wine bottle pops open… Of course he’s drinking more… I really don’t know how he can afford it. All the money he gets for taking me in, well, it goes towards his alcohol stash. I have to work on the side just to survive… I didn’t even have a bed when I first arrived here on 100 Feywild Ct…
“Fable… the money the government gives me just isn’t enough,” he says. I have to laugh. The government has so much money to give out. I mean, Dei and Saro are given money and I just saw them spend… I don’t even want to know how much on MOONRISE merch… something about a gacha? I think they were the ones who were “got”... cha…. I cough.
Renwick continues, “Don’t give me that! I use this money for good things… but I… found myself in a bit of a pickle.” He is in his house, by the way, not a pickle. “The Fairy Godmother has it out for me…” I hear shuffling outside… Are they going to kill us? “So… I had to sell you.” SELL ME TO THE MAFIA? RENWICK YOU MOTHER-
The door opens. Three figures step in.
“아 진짜요? Oh- Sorry its so hard to switch back- I mean- Really?” The shortest man spoke up… he looked familiar…
“I thought you wanted her to go to a better place,” said the second one, who had his arm resting on the blond’s shoulder.
“I’ll take it from here,” the last man spoke up, his blue hair cascading off his shoulder. Oh… Oh.
It’s MOONRISE.