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You jerk up in bed, screaming at the top of your lungs. Someone stirs next to you and growls a bit in an annoyed tone, whispering softly, "Shh, it was just a dream (y/n). It was all just a dream, you're safe now." Dream? Dream? How? It all felt so real! And the thrill of kilming Kara and Mike?

Irreplaceable.

It was just so free, so magnificent. Nothing could stop you; and if they could, they didn't try. "Wait," the person holding you said, "(Y/N)?!? You woke up?!?" You turn around and see Masky staring at you from his seat in a recliner chair, looking tired, worn out, and in shock. You stare at him, confused and slightly scared. He did stab you, after all. "(Y-y/n)," he stammered, looking happy and on the verge of tears. He got up and moved to hug you, but you scoot away. He stared at you, his happy look going away slowly. You remembered what he did. Not just to you, but to Hoodie.

"You killed Hoodie...." you whispered, growling at him. He stares at you, opening his mouth to talk, but you cover his mouth as you push him away, feeling a fire of anger rise in your chest. Getting up out of the bed, you wince, looking down to the pain and seeing a huge scar on your bare chest. Bare. Holly hell, you weren't in clothes!!! Blushing darkly, you cover yourself with the blanket, growling and glaring at Masky. "WHY AM I NAKED?!?" You yell, your anger rising more.

Wait. The scar, it was the stab wound. And you could talk again? "Well Slenderman's washing your clothes right now," he said calmly, keeping his eyes on yours and not letting them travel anywhere else. "How long-" you began, but Masky interrupted you. "Over two months," he said, answering the question you were just going to ask, "Everyone thought you'd die for sure; but you're still kicking. Shockingly." You watch him wipe his eyes, smiling a bit. "I thought I lost you," he said, smiling at you.

You wrap the blanket around you, growling at him, "We if you did lose me it would have been your fault anyways. I can't believe you guys destroyed the Nightmare League like that! What if I told you that I was one of them, huh?" He stares at you, clearly shocked. "Where the hell is Hoodie?!?" you ask him, growling louder. "And Jordan. Where the hell did you take Jordan?!? And what kind of family lets little girls like Sally and Lazari join a war?!?"

He watches you, and you rant on. Your voice box felt nice and well, so you needed to talk after over two months of silence. "Steven took Hoodie back to the mansion. I don't know who Jordan is. And they came on their own, no one even knew it until it was too late."

"And what about this reality splitting?" you ask, "What happened to that?" "BOB ate the tear in the spacetime," he laughed, shaking his head. You roll your eyes, turning and walking to the door. "Look," masky said quietly, "I didn't know it was you. If I would have known-" "IT's NOT THE FACT THAT YOU STABBED ME," you yell, narrowing your eyes at him, "IT'S THE FACT THAT YOU KILLED YOUR BEST FRIEND!!!" "HE'S THE ONE THAT BETRAYED THE CREEPYPASTA," Masky yelled back, standing on his feet.

You jump a bit, surprised that he yelled, but you weren't giving up that easily. "UNTIL YOU CAN GET YOUR HEAD STRAIGHT, MASKY," you shout at him, opening the door to the room you were in, "I'M LEAVING!" You storm out of the room, hearing Masky just yell at the door as you left. Not saying any words, just yelling. "FINE THEN!," you heard him shout, "LEAVE! YOU'RE JUST A STUBBORN BRAT ANYWAYS!" You flinch a bit, but ignore it. That still hurt. Clutching the blanket around your bare body, you wander around trying to find a familiar face. So far, you saw none.

Except for one person. (((((And I hope this person doesn't scream and yell and squee in the comments))))) You saw her through the window, but you wondered if she saw you first. She had long black hair down past her shoulders. And grey eyes, continuously swirling like the winds of a hurricane. She was wearing a red plaid tee with a white singlet beneath it from what you could see.

When she sees you staring at her, she smirks a bit. She pressed her palms against the glass and whistled a bit, and the glass shattered. You watched in amazement, watching the shards of glass seem to float in the air, slowly floating down to the ground like feathers. And as if that wasn't amazing enough, the shards hadn't even made a single sound as they shattered. Once all the shards had hit the floor, she clenches her outstretched palms into fists, whistling deeply.

A strong wind sweeped below you, knocking you off of your feet. You could have screamed; nothing was keeping you from doing so. But for some reason, you found no reason to do so. The wind carried you out of the shattered window, and you looked down at the ground. A busy city street bustling with traffic was atleast a mile below you, and your eyes widened. The wind girl better not drop you.

As if readying your thoughs, the girll unclenches her fists, and you start to plummet down to towards the street. You let out a scream, the strong wind from the fall scattering your hair everywhere. The wind girl dropped herself, straightening herself to catch up to you as you fall. Once she does, she spreads herself out, going and falling the same speed as you. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU DROP ME?!?" you yell at her, panicking when you realize you were halfway through the fall. "I didn't," she responds calmly, smiling at you, "I let you fly!"

She straightened her limbs out again, falling faster than you once again, maneuvering herself so she was a few feet below you, she says, "You're flying to the right area, (Y/N). Don't worry, you'll survive as long as you believe me when I say you won't hit the street." You feel your panic rise, not knowing what to do. The street came closer, and you could see each individual car as they moved. The girl slowed herself and grabbed you, straighening you out as you hit the street.

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"(Y/n)," you hear someone whisper, "(Y/n), wake up..."

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