Helmut's POV
I walk around the hospital looking for Milo. I asked the woman at the front if she had seen a woman come in with y/n but she told me that she had come in alone and that she hadn't seen a woman matching Milo's description.

"Where is she?" I murmur to myself.

I pull out my phone and dial her number.

"Heyo! You've reached Milo Foster, I'm busy right now, but I'll try to get back to you."

"Milo, where are you?" I ask after the beep, "y/n is wanting to see you. Call me back."

I hang up and head back to the room where y/n sleeps peacefully in the bed.

I try Milo again.

"Heyo! You've reached Milo Foster, I'm busy right now, but I'll try to get back to you."

"Milo, please call us back."

I hang up again.

Where could she be?

????? POV
Another Bruce patches me up, making sure I have plenty of water and some food to eat.

"Thanks," I say, taking the water bottle from him.

"You got the diary," one of the Steves says, picking up the book gently.

"Yeah," I sigh, "went through hell for it, but I got it."

I had spent the last seven months tied to a pipe getting the shit beat out of me by Olim whenever she was pissed off.

I had started writing the story to give y/n and Zemo their happy ending, but Olim found out. She stole the diary and started writing instead, trying to ruin everything. I tried to sneak into the multitower and steal it back but I was caught by vampire Tony who turned me in to Olim. And it's just been down hill from there.

"Well now she can't fuck anything up anymore right?"

I look to one of the other y/ns. She has metal wings coming from her back.
Spades.

"As long as she can't get ahold of the diary again," I rub my face.

"She still has it."

I look up at the Steve.

"What?"

He tosses the journal at me and I open it.

"It's a fake," he groans sitting against the cave wall.

I look through the pages, finding them blank and untouched.

"What?" I get to my feet, "no!"

I throw the book against the other wall and scream in frustration.

"Seven months!" I scream, "seven months for a fake!"

"Hey," the Tony that saved me says holding my shoulders, "at least you're out of there."

"But I went in there to get the fucking diary," I pull at my hair, "how the fuck did this happen?"

"I don't know," he sighs, "I don't know."

Olim's POV
I smirk at the chaos as I close the diary.

"Did you really think it would be that easy?"

"So she didn't get it?" Ax murderer Steve asks.

"No, she didn't," I say proudly, "she took the decoy."

"So you're still in control," one of the Bruces says solemnly.

"Yes," I turn to him, "despite your efforts to change that."

His eyes go wide as he stares back at me.

"And for your punishment," I step closer, "you are going to go to the ridge. Go."

"It's night," he counters.

"I'm very well aware of that," I grin, "go."

He glares at me before huffing and turning away.

The group parts to let him out to the elevator.

I can hear the sirens, ghouls, and banshees screeching and shouting outside, enjoying the hunting.

If history serves well, he'll be dead by morning.

Good riddance. He was a pain in the ass anyways.

Makes me wonder if she made it.

She was the original.
Milo's other split.
The optimistic one that never gave up. The one that didn't mind being called our given name. The personification of Milo's hopes and dreams that still wants to give all that she can.

I, however, am the exact opposite.
The one that wants to watch the world burn and bask in the chaos.

First, the universe that Milo created will be mine. No more joy and happiness. Just the cold truth.
Nothing good ever lasts. In the end, everything will wither and die.

Next, the world from which Milo created us.
The real world.

Once this disgusting fantasy world is mine, my army will become real. I will figure out how Milo did it, how she brought y/n to life, and I will do just that. I will control her world along with this universe, and will shape them both to my design.

With every passing second, Milo's heart turns darker, soon I will be able to pass from this world to hers.

And I will bring Cody back.

I will have my love back, and no one will take him away from me this time.

Milo's POV
I sit on the floor of my kitchen, a bottle of rum in my hand, as I stare blankly at the floor.

The story should be over now.

Y/n is where she belongs.
Back into the world of stories and happy endings.

Y/n.

She had been a figment of my imagination. A character I created when I was a child.
The perfect friend.

I had written out every detail. Every play date. Every hang out. Every sleep over.
Everything. And one day, she showed up on my front step, starting up conversation like she had known me my whole life.

Even my parents and siblings seemed to have been altered, greeting her like an old friend, asking her if she was staying for dinner.

She didn't even know.
Didn't know that she wasn't really real. Didn't know that I had created her.

But she was the perfect friend.

We had the same interests and the same hobbies for the most part.

As I grew, she did too.

Everything was perfect.

And then I had to fuck everything up.

I take another swig of rum.

I put her into a story and her body couldn't handle coming back to the real world.

My phone goes off and I check it.

A message from my mom.

I click it.

"Hey, sweetie. Do you know if you're gonna come over for Christmas dinner tomorrow? Lyncoln keeps asking cuz she excited to see you. Just let me know."

It's Christmas Eve.

I put my phone down without replying and take another swig.

"Merry Christmas to me."

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