Lasers? Traps? Laser Traps? Wonkin' Alien gear?

I shift my gaze from the carpeted floor that I didn't know I was staring at and just let my eyes wander the room ignoring the fact that my legs are frozen solid in fear.

None of it was there by the way. The alien things. None of it.

I just see a normal bedroom; quite disappointed yet completely filled with relief at the sight. The white and blue sheets of the bed is neatly tucked and looks as if it was never touched. Even the clean floor is an evidence that she really cleans. Drawers were all closed. A hanging shelf full of school books neatly stacked horizontally. It's basically the opposite of my room which is a complete mess and disorganized. However, one (f/c) notebook is misplaced and rests on her bed.

Before I walk towards the ominous notebook, I first draw open the curtains, then the window which gladly filled the room with fresh and cool air. I took a deep breath as I close my eyes which sends relief through out my body.

It's just a normal room, Randy.

As the wind blew through the room, I heard movement inside.

My eyes flash open at the sound and my reflexes kick in as I shift into a karate stance. Relief washes over as I realize it's just the notebook that flew open.

I quickly shrug it off with laugh, "A notebook can't scare me," I sputter to no one else.

The air stood still as I take a sit on her bed and look at the notebook more closely. This notebook was given to her by my mother a few weeks ago however, I don't know the exact reason why she did so. Out of kindness? pity? perhaps a welcome gift?
I can't really say, but she takes it wherever she goes. I guess she treasured it all this time.

The notebook was blank and I notice the pages were missing, like they were torn out from exact spine.

Why was it blank? Just empty?

Why were there pages missing?

What did she do with the pages she had torn out?

My train of thought stopped as I finally reached the end of the notebook. It was a letter, addressed to herself which was weird enough. I've always thought that she would write in her own planet's alphabet. Filled with curiosity, I began to read it in a calm manner, absorbing every word but as each second pass by, I start to read it in a more frantic way; desperately wanting to know what word comes next after the other.

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Dear (Y/n) (L/n),

I hope you're back home; back to your real home.

I hope you still remember who you really are and where you came from. The lies you created yourself from the start were too great of a cover up of who you are. That might sound as a compliment but I just hope you don't get lost in it. Well, I just hope it doesn't come to that point.

But just in case:
You're not an alien. You're human.
Just like everybody on this show. You have a loving family that lives in (country) and they love you deep inside. You have friends waiting for your return. You have a concert to go to. You have a book waiting to be finsihed. You have a bunch of series to binge. You have also have a ton of upcoming movies to watch.

Your phone is your only proof.
Keep it dearly close.

I hope you get a chance with Randy though. It's the reason why you're here in the first place. A lot of fans would actually kill for this chance so, don't mess it up! Hope he likes you too.
Try to be friends with everyone!

I hope you've tasted the famous fries!

I hope... you're happy while you're stuck here.

Sincerely,
Me

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I don't understand. She's not... an alien? That was all a cover up?

It was all a lie?

But the first time she came was from a ball of light! Everyone saw it!

Plus, a show? I'm living in a show? Am I just a figment of someone's imagination?
But, I know I'm real! I mean, I used to know; now I'm having doubts.

Wait a minute, that would also explain why she knew about the whole zombie-mcfizzles incident, the cemetery house, and how to bring everyone back to normal.

She's watched that episode.

Which could only mean one thing: she's watched this show, meaning, she's been watching... me.

I quickly let go of the notebook as if it was poison to my skin and continued to back away with large steps until my back hits the wall with a loud thud.

This must be all a... joke.
Just a honkin wonkin joke.

I heard that shuffling noise again as a cool breze enters the room and as I shift my attention towards the direction of that sound, my eyes widen at the sight. That's when everything normal about this room fades away; and I thought that the notebook and letter was already weird.

Pieces of tattered papers, that once belong in the notebook that I held earlier, were all taped against the middle part of the wall. Some were cramped below, while others were taken down as if it wasn't important anymore.

I walk towards it like a moth drawn to a flame, carefully observing that each and every paper that was hanged contains words or sentences in a mix of black, blue and red ink and it was all in her writing. I froze in fear once more for it felt as if this wall is alive, growing bigger as it towers over me while I shrink towards the floor with complete bewilderment. as my breathing hitched. I continue to stare at the wall for at the very center of the incomplete sphere of notes, a sentence was written cursively with red ink:

Do it for Randy. Whatever it takes.

I took a step back, then another as I read the words surrounding my name. They suddenly fall right off the papers and float straight to me, refusing to be overlooked and demanded for my attention.

He's such a peach scone.

I'm all in, I'm all in, I'm falling fast for you.

A fool caught in stare.

I felt torn; fear nor flattery couldn't have a proper grasp on me.

What if we rewrite the stars?

At last, the fear subsided, but a more stronger feeling replaced it.

He's the guy I'm so totally into.

Suddenly, her voice turns melodic; singing each word as if it was one full song... and it's all for me.

Can't help falling in love with you.

My heartbeat got louder, no longer the steady beating of a drum as I heard her voice echoing inside my ear, sweet and true, but is she really those things?

Look at those eyes, I'm so helpless.

My eyes both widen at that sentence as I realize that, maybe she does have feelings for-

I could live without you but, without you I'd be miserable at best.

As I read further away from my name, the words written were no longer for me; it was for herself now. The string of words that I now read float aimlessly agaisnt the air and lost their meaning all together.

I've been trying to hide it.

I never meant to make it such a mess.

I froze in spot as I realize that the tone of her voice has changed, less cheery and more solemn. What does she mean by mess?

How do I step in, step into the sun?

I know I can be free, but I can't see another way; and I can't face another day.

I close my eye shut as I cover both of my ears with my hands; no longer wanting to read or hear any of her raw thoughts; but my own thoughts shouted otherwise.

"Stop! Quiet!" As I shouted these words out, all of the melodies and so did my thoughts came to an uneasy halt.

Now, it's uncomfortably quiet.

All my questions about who (Y/n) really is could be answered if she was here; not as a glitched person but her normal self.

I need to turn her back; and the answers are already written here in her room.

It's just a question of how am I going to get her attention.

I opened my eyes once again, let my hands relax and went straight to the door, "Hey, Howard! I think I found it-"

As I reach and turn the door knob which I expect it to be locked, surprisingly turns. The door creaks open, and much to my horror, I find my best friend frozen in a state of fear; running away from this door as he just unlocked it.

As my heartbeat spikes up, I quickly took hold of my ninja mask for I sense the immediate, horrible shift of the atmosphere inside the house;

She's here.