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He was in a mass of darkness, to the point he couldn't even see his hands.
Where the heck was he?
No, the more important question is how the fuck did he get here?
He tried scrambling up his most recent memories, getting nothing in return.
Ok, this is weird. Well, if he has no memory of why he's here he should do the next best thing.
Stumbling around, he tried to find a way out.
Thank god he got over being scared of the dark when he was younger otherwise he would be shitting his pants.
Bumping into something, he instantly diverted his attention to it. He took out his hand and touched it, feeling hair. And then skin when he moved his hands around a bit more.
Wait. Is this another person stuck in here with him?
Why aren't they moving, just standing?
Never mind that, are they even alive?
"Um, hello." He mumbled, getting no response from them.
Getting slightly worried, he tried to get their attention again, "Excuse me."
No response. Well if talking won't help maybe shaking them awake will help.
Navigating his hands to their shoulders, he shook them by the shoulders gently.
"Hey!" He yelled, getting more worried at the fact there was no reaction. He was going to check a heartbeat, but before he could a voice came from the person.
"Why?" They mumbled, their voice slightly croaky.
"Huh?" He asked, confused as to why they were asking such a weird question especially in this situation.
"Why did you do it?" They clarified, as if adding a few words to their question was going to help.
What did they mean by what he did?
He just woke up here, probably like they did. He doubts that he even knows this person, so how could he do something to them?
"Um, what did I do?"
"Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?" They repeated, and his previous worry doubled. He let go of their shoulders, debating on what he should do.
That apparently wasn't his decision though because the dark was instantly lifted and after adjusting his eyes he was met with the sight of the person who seemed to be having a mental breakdown.
"Claire." He mumbled, shocked. Green unkempt hair, pupiless eyes, and she was crying blood.
He was officially creeped out. And before he could do anything, she switched to Sera with the same white eyes and blood.
"You monster!" Multiple voices screeched, nearly inhuman.
He gasped awake, his heart beating out of his chest. Noticing his constricted throat he tried to breathe.
In.
Out.
He felt sweat fall down his forehead.
In.
Out.
Ok. You're okay, it isn't real. Just a nightmare like all the others.
After a few seconds he slightly relaxed, sinking into something soft.
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FanfictionWhat if Johns' suspension gave the Authorities a chance to take him into their hands? (UnOrdinary is not owned by me, I only own the plot of this story and some minor characters that I have created for plot convenience.)