[Reader's P.O.V]

Thirty minutes. Thirty minutes until Matthew's brother comes over. I can wait thirty minutes, right? I've already waited for hours, so thirty minutes shouldn't be much.

No. This is the longest thirty minutes of my life. What's happening back at my home? Did I really teleport to a whole different dimension? Matt and the others must be worried sick about me.

"Hey, just relax. Arthur would be here in a while," Matthew suddenly spoke up. He must've noticed that I was panicking again. I have been panicking every now and then ever since I tried to call Matt. I'm really thankful that Matthew has been here to remind me to relax. I don't know how I'd be doing right now if he wasn't here.

"Is Arthur great at this magic stuff?" I really need a change of topic. Matthew thought for a second. "Well, I'm not really sure. I haven't seen him actually do it nowadays. He would show me some tricks when I was younger, though."

"So Arthur is a magician or something?"

"He's not like ordinary magicians that you see in birthday parties, "

"Like a magic pony," I laughed. Matthew laughed back at me. "Like a magic pony, eh?"

Curiosity struck me. "Does he know about fairies and mythological things?" Matthew stared at me like I had just guessed something. "Arthur likes talking to them at times."

Okay, so this Arthur guy can talk to fairies. Totally normal, right? He's a magician, so maybe it's normal to him?

"That's actually pretty cool! I want to talk to fairies." My childishness strikes again. Dang it, me. Matthew chuckled. "I should tell Arthur to show them to you sometime, eh? There's only one problem, though. No one else has seen the creatures other than Arthur." Okay, weird but I accept that. "I don't think I'll have time, sadly. I kind of need to teleport back home."

Matthew suddenly remembered and he actually looked kind of sad. "Oh yeah, you have to get back home, eh?" He faked a laugh.

Our conversation just dragged on and on. Matthew and his talking polar bear are really funny. They're really uplifting. Sometimes it felt as if I was in an actual normal situation.

Moments later, the doorbell rang. I looked at a clock and it was already eight o' clock. That's weird, it's like time passed by so fast. Who would've known? Matthew must be some sort of magic time lord. Heh, I'm so funny.

I followed Matthew to the door. Matthew unlocked the door, slowly opened it and basically gave me another mini panic attack. I tried to remain calm and just silently freak out in my head.

"Good evening, Matthew." An unhappy looking man with a thick British accent greeted. He looks like Oliver! He just has dirty blonde hair instead of pinkish blonde, emerald green eyes instead of sky blue ones and he had no freckles!

"Sup, dude! I came along with Arthur!" Someone just suddenly popped in view from the side of the doorway. Now this guy looks like Allen! Unlike Allen, he has ash blonde hair and blue eyes behind his black rimmed glasses.

"Alfred, what are you doing here?" Matthew asked. Arthur sighed. "He crashed an entire freaking drone in my house." Alfred pouted. "I really worked hard to customize that drone!" Arthur clicked his tongue. "Putting different colored duct tape to make the drone look like the American flag doesn't count as 'working really hard to customize it'"

Okay. Just calm down, me. These guys just look exactly like your friends, nothing to freak out over. Just scream internally.

"Oliver? Allen?" Gosh dang it, I spat out their names.

"What?" Alfred immediately spat out. Arthur raised his bushy eyebrow at me. "Is this problem of yours about a girl, Matthew?"

Alfred smirked. "I didn't think you would find a girl that you like anytime soon! I'm happy for ya, bro!" He laughed obnoxiously.

Matthew blushed and shook his head repeatedly. "No, it's not what you think! It is about a girl, but not about liking her!"

Arthur crossed his arms. "So what is the problem, Matthew?" Matthew sighed. "I think you should go inside before we continue."

We all sat down on the living room sofa. When we were all settled down, Matthew took a big breath and readied himself to speak. "Now, how do I start? So this girl-" he gestured at me, "-just suddenly showed up in my basement."

Arthur looked perplexed. "So she broke in? Matthew, if things like this happen, you know that the proper thing to do is to tell the police." Okay, that hurt. Ouch, Arthur.

Matthew shook his head. "No! She didn't break in! The doors, windows and any other way to get in the house were locked. Also she made a loud thud in the basement as if she fell, and she was unconscious."

"So how did she explain how she got here?" Arthur asked. Matthew stared at me. "This is the crazy part, we think she teleported..."

Alfred not-so stealthily elbowed Matthew and whispered, "You sure she's not from a mental hospital?" Okay, I got used to Allen insulting me, but ouch. Even the guy that looks like him is mean.

"She's not from a mental hospital and she also doesn't have amnesia. She didn't act like a crazy person and even she has a hard time believing it's teleportation that got her here. She has just been getting panic attacks." Matthew defended me.

"What's your name, love?" Arthur eyed me. Matthew blinked in confusion. "Oh yeah, I haven't asked you, eh?"

I replied, "[name] [last name], sir." Arthur nodded. "What did you call us earlier, [name]? "

Oh crud, he remembered I called them Oliver and Allen. "Oliver and Allen," I answered.

He nodded again. "Does that mean you know people who look similar to us?" I gulped and then nodded.

"How do you remember teleporting here?" I avoided my gaze. My answer to this one is going to be weird. "I was standing in a weird pentagram. It lit up and now I'm here." I sheepishly looked up to face him.

Arthur and I had a weird staring contest while he slowly pieced things together. "Oh bollocks," he muttered. "I may have been the one who sent you here..."

[Matt's P.O.V]

It's been hours since [name] disappeared. Oliver still hasn't found anything to fix it. He needs to fix this. I need [name] back. "Oliver hurry up!"

"I'm trying my best to find which spell it was. Your description of it was vague." Oliver continued to flip through the pages of his old spell book.

"Matt, calm down, will you? You're pressuring Oliver. " Francois butted in. "Francois, we need [name] back right now!"

Allen clicked his tongue. "Oliver would've found the spell by now if you didn't freak out, wreck sh*t, make pancakes and throw it on the f*cking pentagram saying, 'this always makes [name] show up'!"

Is Allen trying to start a fight? Because if he is, I really need something to punch right now.

Oliver lightly hit Allen on the head. "SWEAR JAR!"

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--Summary--

Reader: ... *waits*
Matthew:. *looks at Reader*
Reader: *thoughts* And he looks at me.
Matthew: And I look at her *accidentally blurted out*
Reader: And he looks at me! *smiles*
Matthew: And I look at her! *stands up*
Reader: And he looks at me! *watches him*
Matthew: *stood up and went on the table* AND I LOOK AT HER! *pretends to be a rock star*

*gasp*

Reader and Matt looks at the people who were looking at them shocked.

Matthew: Uhhh... *went back down*

Arthur: Uh...so Matt....

Alfred: I see you have a gf trying to impress over there!

Matthew: She's not my gf!! *blushes*

*Matthew and Reader-chan explained what happened to her.*

--Meanwhile with the 2Ps---

Matt: *is mad at everyone*
Allen: Oliver would've gotten the spell by now if you didn't go all 'my pancakes brings [name] to the yard and she's like it's better than yours'

Matt: Well...they do!!

Allen: It doesn't even f*cking help anyone!!

Oliver: Allen!!

*Oliver smack everyone until they died* *Lol Jk*