Power Overdrive.

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(Y/n POV)








Mission: Heartstone...



No! Get me out of this trap! Bellroc, cut the crap, B*tch!


You should not be talking to me that way.


Or else what? You'll make me one of you? Oh, wait, you already did that!


No, but we will destroy that boy you so madly love.


*shouts* let go of me! Let me out of your control!


No.


What am I supposed to do?! I can't connect to Douxie under Bellroc's control. Oh, god, Douxie...




Please, guys... be safe...


(Douxie's POV)


That. Did not. Just happen.


I can't believe this.

My thoughts traced every step I paced back and forth in Camelot. I poked myself multiple times to get myself to wake up from this horrible nightmare. I couldn't believe it.


I run my hands through my hair again as I tug harshly at the roots. My breathing becoming heavier the more I realize what had indeed happened. I let out a scream of frustration as I kick away the chair in my room, making it crash against the wall.

I slide down the wall with my back to it, feeling absolute helplessness. I let the summoning tears fall onto my lap. Pulling my knees to my face as I let it all out. I saw no point in trying to act strong if I wasn't doing it for... her.

What I wouldn't give to sink into that voice, drown in her love, drink that gorgeous smile, stare forever into those e/c eyes.

All those thoughts just made me cry harder, my shoulders shaking up and down at my sobbing. I hadn't cared that the door had opened and Jim walked in. He sat down next to me with a sigh.

I ignored him and continued crying with my face hidden in my knees. He sighed again and placed a hand on my shoulder. I still didn't respond. The only comforting I cared for would be from Y/n.

Jim:" I can understand what you're going through."

He said softly as he lets go of my shoulder and leans back against the wall. My eyebrows knit together in slight frustration.

Hisirdoux:" how could you?! Claire, is safe and sound here."

I glare at him for even thinking those words. Jim looks at me with a deep frown, showing his sadness as well.

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