*Ghost POV*
The weekend came around, it was Saturday and I got ready to go get Michael back. I called Bashir to head to Michael's house to meet with Rachel, Seraphina, and Remi. When we went into Michael's house the organized beautiful house was replaced with broken glass, trash all over the floor, and blood spots on the ground.
Bashir: Shit John must have not taken this situation well at all...
We saw Seraphina laying her head on John's stomach. John was awake petting her head.
John: She fell asleep so I don't want to move...
Rachel: Well she needs to WAKE UP!!!
Rachel screamed at Seraphina causing her to jolt up.
Seraphina: I'M UP!!
Rachel: Good, now let's get to business. Bashir and Ghost since this is your first time let me explain. You two will hold onto me and remember where you hold. We will go into John's mind and try to understand the situation. Don't and I mean this DON'T INTERFERE WITH ANYTHING IN THE MIND!!! Got it?
Bashir/Ghost: Yes ma'am
Rachel: Good, now John do you trust me?
John: Of course I do.
Rachel: Good, now rest your eyes everyone, and hold onto me. We all closed our eyes and put our hands on Rachel. A sharp pain stabbed my brain. Like a knife piercing my skull and reaching my brain. It however stopped quickly.
Rachel: Okay everyone you may open your eyes.
When I opened my eyes it was completely black, the cold breeze was all we felt.
Remi: Where is Michael?
Ghost: Yeah where is he?!
Rachel: I don't know. It wasn't like this before...let's look around.
Each step we took lead to the same area, darkness was dominant and the feeling of dread stabbed our hearts. Where was Michael?! We looked around for what felt like hours.
What started appearing the more we went on were dead bodies. They were either middle schoolers or high schoolers. Sounds of weeping echo into our heads.
Ghost: PTSD still hurts Michael, I know and I'm sorry...
Bashir: We'll find Michael and help him.
The weeping sound was replaced with a sound of a music box, a lullaby.
Rachel: Wait this sounds familiar.
We kept going deeper and deeper. The bodies grew more in numbers and the lullaby keeps gets louder.
Then a streetlight spotted a certain street sidewalk. A woman holding a baby, with a teenager next to her. I turn and saw Rachel shed one small tear at the sight.
Rachel: This was Michael and Daniel's life. They were homeless for a good while until their mom got a job as a maid. The nice thing is that the people she was working with were extremely kind. They let them stay at their place and fed them.
Ghost: I'm guessing this took place in New Boston?
Rachel: Yup, when Michael started growing the family paid for his education for a while before moving into a new house. That lullaby was from a music box Michael's mom found in the trash and polished it so it can work. Michael grew more and more and never forgot his past.
We kept moving forward into the darkness and with this info it is now confirmed that Michael is still alive. The memories already proved it! I quickly started running, Remi joined me in the run searching for Michael. I bet she realized it too.
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All according to plan (Unordinary AU)
FanficHello again quarantine is making me do weird stories. (Note any art used is not mine. Also I do not own Unordinary) Well this is my alternative universe of unordinary. Some things in the story will be altered but I'll make it clear what changed.