There had been no warning.

It was nearly surreal, it all happened so quickly, almost as if it were straight out of a horror movie.

The feelings of fear, regret, terror, the adrenaline coursing through your veins, the shock that nearly made your heart pound out of your chest . . .

Somewhat like a surprise party gone wrong.

How many times had you walked down that dark, unlit alleyway during your usual route to work?

One too many, apparently.

Although the event had only taken place about an hour or so ago, you could remember it all so vividly, as if it were a nightmare that had been etched deep into your very mind.

' You had been walking your normal path while commuting to work, with nothing but the pale-blue rays of moonlight, your phone, and the occasional streetlamp to light your way, shining dimly in the black abyss that was the night sky.

T'was so early that not even the earliest of early birds would chirp, and the forest that partly encompassed your place of residence had been taken over by a sense of tranquility. A majority of the animals were resting, excluding the ever-working ants and nature's musicians, crickets. They produced a soft hum that could be faintly heard if one stood close enough to the bushes, playing their underappreciated melodies.

Your phone cast a gentle white glow across your face, complementing your features pleasantly, though no one had been around to see it.

Or so you thought.

Entering the password for your device, smiled softly as you opened Messenger and scrolled through it, browsing though the long list of names before coming across the newest addition to your contacts.

Error.

Long ago, you remebered purchasing him a phone, though you forgot to give it to him until recently. Surprisingly enough, he already seemed to know the basics when it came to handling such a device, perhaps he had one before he arrived in your backyard.

He clearly hadn't used it all too much, however, considering how you had to teach him that it had other functions besides the camera, but at least he knew how to unlock the thing.

You soon decided to shoot him a quick text message before you arrived at your destination and would have to set aside the device for quite some time, you already missed him, and it would help him practice using the keyboard anyways.

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|Y/n • 5:04 am|

'Good morning! :)'

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You smiled softly, about to put your phone away and walk without further distraction, not expecting a reply. It was, after all, still a long time before the sun would be out, a time at which most people were still deep asleep. Before you could do so, however, your device vibrated, indicating you had already gotten a response.

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|Y/n • 5:04 am|

'Good morning! :)'

|Error • 5:05 am|

'WhY aRe yOu doInG thIs, iT's sO eArly.'

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You had giggled softly at his grouchy question, which was really more of a statement, smiling wider as you quickly typed up a reply.

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|Y/n • 5:04 am|

'Good morning! :)'

|Error • 5:05 am|

'WhY aRe yOu doInG thIs, iT's sO eArly.'

|Y/n • 5:05 am|

'Well, I wasn't expecting a text back till half past noon, obviously. I just wanted to get you used to typing, because you're kind of like a grandpa who just learned what phones are.'

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Your grin grew yet wider as the destroyer sent you a continuous string of texts in response, attempting to defend his case with little success.

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|Y/n • 5:04 am|

'Good morning! :)'

|Error • 5:05 am|

'WhY aRe yOu doInG thIs, iT's sO eArly.'

|Y/n • 5:05 am|

'Well, I wasn't expecting a text back till half past noon, obviously. I just wanted to get you used to typing, because you're kind of like a grandpa who just learned what phones are.'

|Error • 5:06 am|

'HeY! i'M nOt a GrAndPa, anD I kNow wHAt pHoNes aRe!!

|Error • 5:06 am|

'i evEn USed To hAVe oNe oF mY owN, sO thEre!!'

|Error • 5:06 am|

'i jUSt tEnd tO jAm uP tHe keYboArd sOmEhoW . . . MakEs iT sEnD meSsAGes weIrdlY, LiKe tHiS.

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You giggled some more at his defensive approach to your teasing, rolling your eyes playfully as you continued to type.

|Y/n • 5:04 am|

'Good morning! :)'

|Error • 5:05 am|

'WhY aRe yOu doInG thIs, iT's sO eArly.'

|Y/n • 5:05 am|

'Well, I wasn't expecting a text back till half past noon, obviously. I just wanted to get you used to typing, because you're kind of like a grandpa who just learned what phones are.'

|Error • 5:06 am|

'HeY! i'M nOt a GrAndPa, anD I kNow wHAt pHoNes aRe!!

|Error • 5:06 am|

'i evEn USed To hAVe oNe oF mY owN, sO thEre!!'

|Error • 5:06 am|

'i jUSt tEnd tO jAm uP tHe keYboArd sOmEhoW . . . MakEs iT sEnD meSsAGes weIrdlY, LiKe tHiS. '

|Y/n • 5:06 am|

'pffft, whatever you say, grandpa. Go back to sleep, you're grouchy and I gotta go soon'

Your face had recently began heating up, a bright red blush dusting your cheeks as you thought about his expression; you could almost guarantee he was glaring at your messages and grumbling about how he's a technological wizard, or something along those lines. You weren't far off, he was in fact giving his new device the death state, but couldn't suppress a small grin, for whatever reason.

|Y/n • 5:04 am|

'Good morning! :)'

|Error • 5:05 am|

'WhY aRe yOu doInG thIs, iT's sO eArly.'

|Y/n • 5:05 am|

'Well, I wasn't expecting a text back till half past noon, obviously. I just wanted to get you used to typing, because you're kind of like a grandpa who just learned what phones are.'

|Error • 5:06 am|

'HeY! i'M nOt a GrAndPa, anD I kNow wHAt pHoNes aRe!!

|Error • 5:06 am|

'i evEn USed To hAVe oNe oF mY owN, sO thEre!!'

|Error • 5:06 am|

'i jUSt tEnd tO jAm uP tHe keYboArd sOmEhoW . . . MakEs iT sEnD meSsAGes weIrdlY, LiKe tHiS. '

|Y/n • 5:06 am|

'pffft, whatever you say, grandpa. Go back to sleep, you're grouchy and I gotta go soon'

|Error • 5:07 am|

'UgH shUt uP lOseR, gO dO whATeVer YOu hUmaNs dO aLreAdy. aNd hUrrY baCk'

|Y/n • 5:07 am|

'You got it, old man :)  Buh bye!'

|Error • 5:07 am|

'LAtEr, NeRd'

You finished, finally slipping your phone back in your pocket and looking up, prodding lightly at your cheeks as you reflected on your conversation. They were still warm. Now, that wasn't anything out of the ordinary, the destroyer always seemed to do this sort of thing to you, but lately, it had been getting worse.

When you'd first met him, you already had feelings for the skeleton, that part was obvious. You knew him before he ever met you, and were already fond of him, which never failed to cause a flurry of butterflies to appear in your stomach when he was around. Of course, that was to be expected, though you assumed it would lessen as you spent more time in his presence. Perhaps you just needed to adjust to it.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

If anything, it only worsened. It had escalated to the point where it felt like instead of butterflies, there was a whole zoo in your stomach, a zoo in which the animals so enjoyed to storm around and fight in. It spread from there, infecting the rest of your body with unusual sensations, namely your chest. It felt warm, oddly so, which never failed to affect your daily life. It made you feel lighter than air, as if on cloud nine, though at the same time, filled you with fear.

You knew what you were feeling. And you were not happy about it.

This is because everything that goes up, must come down, feelings included. Every second you spent on cloud nine, and every moment you rose higher and higher, would just add to the eventual fall. And when the time came for your descent, odds are, it would only leave you hopeless and heartbroken.

Shaking away your thoughts, you cleared those ideas from your mind, not wanting to ponder it for a moment longer. No point in wasting time dreading the inevitable, it would come either way, you thought. Instead, you chose to immerse yourself in your surroundings, taking a glance around at the environment.

The morning air was blowing lightly, sending the bluish gray clouds migrating slowly across the mid-morning sky, with the moon still partly visible, lighting up all it touched with a silvery glow. The atmosphere transitioned from light purple to navy blue, before gradienting into a charcoal black, as glimmering stars like diamonds remained strewn across it. The city was slowly waking,  with only a few cars passing by on occasion, heading in or out of the quaint town.

Stepping into the dark alleyway you passed through on the daily, your fingers tightened around your keys, prepared to use it as a weapon should the need arise. Holding them in such a manner had become routine; you were aware of the risk walking through brought, despite knowing the astronomically low chances of being jumped when most people were sleeping.

Or so you thought.

First had come the sound of shoes on the concrete, then the feeling an arm clamping around your shoulders and hooking your neck, while another hand covered your mouth, muffling your screams of terror nearly into silence. Slashing violently with your keys and kicking at the attacker, you managed to nearly escape, worming out of their grip enough to make a run for the exit.

Seeing the light at the end of the alley, you pushed your legs to their full potential, pumping your arms and dropping your things as you bolted away. But just when you thought you'd made it, a third figure stepped in your way, lightly tapping your forehead with their forefinger as you ran, uttering a single word."

" ✩ Sleep. ✩ "

And just like that, you had fainted, bringing you to your current situation.

*          *           *

Now, you lay in a dark, enclosed area in the back of what you assumed was a van, atop a cold, metallic floor that groaned whenever  the driver hit a speed bump. Your heart was pounding in your chest from all the adrenaline, nearly feeling as if it were on fire, almost a burning sensation. Your head was throbbing from what you assumed was collision with the floor after you fainted, as your hands itches up to feel for a bump, raising your right hand and massaging at the area where the pain originated from. Except, both hands raised, your left hand mirroring the motions of your right.

As you blinked and looked down, your eyes adapted to the darknesses the setting, causing you to do a double take once you realized why. Wound tightly around your wrists rested a long, itchy, bulky rope, secured with a double knot at its ends, limiting your freedom. A similar binding held your legs in close proximity, with a two cuffs around you ankles that were connected by a chain, leaving you with enough room to walk though still too little to run away, should you find an escape.

Your breathing escalated at the severity of the calamity you were in, faint whimpers of fear escaping you, though for some reason, they couldn't be heard. In fact, you could hardly breathe at all, let alone speak. Rubbing your hands against your mouth, you realized some sort of scarf had been blocking the lower half of your face, tied at the back of your head so that you couldn't undo the bindings. It was too tight to slide off from the front as well, making things even worse.

With tears beginning to stream down your face, you sobbed into the scarf as the car doors swung open, revealing three tall figures. You scrambled backwards as they reached for you, kicking at their hands as they grabbed you, pulling you out of the trunk and onto a concrete path. Walking you into an abandoned police station near the top of a mountain, they pulled you into a chair across a long table, forcing you to sit as one of the figures took the chair opposite to you. The remaining two stood on the other side of a wall of glass, of which was tinted darkly so that you wouldn't be able to see them, while they could still observe you.

Tugging on one of the ends of the scarf, it fell off your face and onto the table, allowing your voice to be heard. Turning on the single overhanging light, the room was illuminated, momentarily blinding you. You immediately recognized the kidnapper, making assumptions on who their affiliates were soon after, wincing as the artistic skeleton offered you a scheming smile.

"Welcome. I have a few questions for you, and we can do this one of two ways.."

. . .

"You can either tell me what I need you to tell me, or I'll make you."

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Guess who's not dead :) Hah bet you thought this was discontinued, but nopeeeee

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