What Is Love?

11

*Gasp.*

The lights turned back on, but she was no longer in her house. She was in a lab.

There were white walls, and floor tiles.

She turned around, and saw a man giving a small child a tattoo on his wrist.

She was so confused to why she was seeing this memory.

The man set down the tattoo gun, and whipped the tattoo with a small cloth.

"All done. Not so bad, was it?" The old man asked to the small boy.

"See? There's nothing to be afraid of. Is there y/n?" The old man said, looking over at her with white eyes.

"Why don't you take a seat?" He asked, his voice becoming distorted.

Y/n ran out of the small room, and into a hall way filled with flickering lights and dead body's.

"No" some screamed in the distance.

She ran down the hallway, and around the corner.

She ran towards a door with wooden boards nailed into it, and tried to get them off.

"Son of a-" she whispered to herself, struggling to pull the boards off.

One snapped off, and she threw it to the ground.

"God." She yelled, trying for another.

"Y/n." A distorted voice said from behind her.

Y/n turned around, and faced him.

It was no longer the old man, but it was Vecna.

He started to walk towards her slowly, the lights ominously flickering above them.

"What are you doing? It's not time for you to leave." Vecna said, getting closer to her.

She turned back around, and tried to get the wooden boards off again.

She got another one off, just leaving two left.
She really only needed to get one more off to open the door.

"Now that you've seen where I've been... I would like very much to show you where I am going." Vecna continued, getting closer with every step.

She struggled more, until the board snapped lose, falling to the floor.

She didn't think to look back, opening up the door roughly.

She walked into a small room again, and saw the old man.

He still had those creep white eyes, just staring into her soul.

"Take a seat, y/n." He demanded.

The lights started to flicker again, leaving her in a pitch black room.

She started to pant, scared of what's to come next. She knew it wasn't over yet.

The lights flickered back on and her eyes become adjusted to the light.

She was now in a chair, her arms and legs bound by black, moving vines.

They were tight around her wrist, and she knew they would leave a mark.

She started to struggle, trying to free her limbs.

Vecna appeared from the shadow of the corner, and made his way towards her.

She could hear the moving, slimy vines connected to his neck.

He got really close, hovering over her bound body.

"I... Want you to tell Eleven. I want you to tell her everything you see." He said, touching her face with his cold finger.

He opened his hand, and held it above her face.