Project V (Clementine X Male Reader Book 4)

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You're standing in a street. It's not an ordinary street. It's split down the middle; the right side is obviously, Marinus. But the other half: it's clean, not so depressing looking, untouched by death. But you've never been to that side. Have you?

Both of your arms get wrapped up in hugs. Two pairs of lips press against your cheeks.

Two voices say the same thing: Hey you.

They both step out in front of you. Both look happy, smiling, and watching you—Clementine on the Marinus side, Brooklyn on the other.

Brooklyn: What, not gonna say anything?

Clem: I was expecting at least a hello back.

Brooklyn: Maybe a kiss.

Clem: Or even a smile.

You: Please go away.

Every fucking time. Every time you're struggling, your brain decides it wants to torture you while you sleep.

You: Please, just... Leave. Let me dream about something else.

Why are you even sleeping?

Brooklyn: Sorry, can't do that.

Clem: I think you say that every time.

You: I mean it every time.

Clem: You haven't talked to me in over a year. You're living the life right now.

Brooklyn: And I'm knocked out, broken in your arms.

Oh, right, that's why you're unconscious. Did you pass out?

Clem: Come here, Y/N. I want to show you something.

She holds out her hand. You stare at her for a moment, and then you look at Brooklyn. Why is she here if Clementine is in charge?

Brooklyn: I'll get my turn.

She whispers and winks at you.

You look at Clementine's hand and hesitantly take it. As soon as you touch, the world morphs, and now you're in Marinus. Just Marinus. No clean and nice other side of the street, just Marinus. You look over at Brooklyn, and she's now turned back to her old self. The one you knew in the other world.

Clem: Come on.

She pulls you along behind her, toward your old house. You glance down at your left arm. It's gone, replaced by a metallic robot one. You wiggle your fingers, ball them into a fist, rotate your arm.

Clem: Don't you miss it?

No, not really. You like having your real arm.

Clem: Oh, don't be like that.

You: I forgot you could hear me.

Clem: You can't hide anything from me.

She opens the door to your house, well, your old home, and pushes you inside.

Clem: I hope you enjoyed your time with her.

She whispers and slams the door behind you, leaving you inside, alone.

You: Great. My head Clementine is pissed. That's never good.

You look around. It looks exactly as you left it.

Marina: Dad!

She comes running around the corner, right at you; her arms are outstretched. She's young, maybe six or seven.

You: Hi, honey.

You bend down and grab her just as she reaches you. You stand back up with her in your arms, sitting on your robot one.