A/N: I an sort of taking the books and movie of this and bending it. So some of the characters may act differently than in the books and movie, and the plot will not be the same. Just an FYI.

Each of Multiverse's worlds has a number. World number one is home to a girl named Samantha. She's 14, with long dark brown hair and pale skin.

But there is one noticeable feature that she's not too proud of:

She has no eyes.

It's just flat skin. She never had any, she never will. Her body never even started to make eyes. It would be impossible to give her any.

Now, despite this strange situation, she can see just fine. Better then anyone, actually.

It's just she does it differently.

She is currently running through a forest. Typical way to start your story, running like that. She is wearing a black dress that goes to her knees with white lace and white buttons. She also has a white ribbon tied around her waist with a bow in the back to complete the look. With this She had white tights that were also socks, completed with shiny black shoes. She glanced back behind her.

She was being chased by an invisible. Even she couldn't see it. She could feel it, yes. But see? No.

She jumped over a log and skidded a sharp left, jumping through a river. Mod splashed all over her, staining her tights brown and making her shoes dull.

If she had eyes, they would probably be wide with terror. Anyone would probably be.

"Duck!" Shouted a voice. Samantha obeyed, dropping into her stomach and rolling underneath a bush. She heard something wizz past, and heard a streak from the beast. A loud crash sounded, and then silence. Except for Samantha's heavy breathing.

She looked up, trying to locate the source of the thing that killed the monster. It was a boy with shaggy jet black hair and a crossbow. He looked at her with chocolate brown eyes and ducked down, helping her out of the bush.

"Can you see me?" He asked. Samantha nodded, wiping some mud off of her mouth with her arm.

"My name's Jake." He said, holding out a hand. She shook it. "Samantha."

Jake nodded, muttering the name to himself.

Samantha rubbed a small cut on her cheek, which was bleeding. Her new dress was torn and muddy, along with the rest of her clothing. She sighed.

"Where're ya from?" He asked.

"Up the mountain." Samantha said.

"So you've been running for a bit?" He asked.

"Only a little bit." She said. To be honest, she wasn't sure that she was gonna make that. She had been running low on breath, and growing weary.

She looked around, trying to work out where she was.

Jake tipped his head to one side. "Do you live in a loop?"

"Nope. I did, but Hollows wrecked the place." She said.

"That sucks." He said.

"Strongly inhales." she muttered, referencing a memory that didn't belong to her. She has a few of those, and has no idea where the came from. Its always about this girl - with eyes - who keeps getting beat up by hollows or something. She just randomly collapses bleeding and crap.

Samantha heard footsteps and turned to face the source. It was still hidden, and Jack didn't seem to hear it.

"Listen closely." Samantha hissed. The footsteps got louder, loud, crashing ones. Then a tall figure.

Samantha was still looking around for it, before she turned to Jake. She focused in him, and them -

Everything was solid. Like how people normally saw things. Jake's eyes saw a talk figure with no face except a mouth, long arms and legs, a torn suit, and tentacles that protruded from its mouth of sharp teeth.

She left his eyes and backed away, her mouth open in shock. She had never seen one before.

It reaches out with its long tentacles and managed to grab Samantha around the waist, dodging Jake's crossbow. It lifted her up and she screamed as it ran it's tentacles around her face, looking for her eyes.

It seemed confused about her lack of eyes, but disappointed. It released her. She dropped to the ground with a sickening crunch, and cried out in pain. Jake waited until it got away from her before shooting it down, and rushing over to her.

The young teen lay on her side, her leg bent at an awkward angle. She was crying, minus the tears.

He looked around and slung the crossbow over his back, before picking her up and searching for someone to help her.

Wanna see a reference sheet for her? Well, here ya go!

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