The Shapeshifter | Deleted Chapters

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A/N: There were originally two chapters I was gonna release tonight (this being the second chapter) but I feel like I'm giving too much attention to two characters in the other chapter, so I'm gonna postpone releasing it for a little while so I can try give some more time to others.

"You're sure this is safe?" Cheryl asked sceptically as (Y/N) walked on ahead. It was her, Eric, Sam and Quentin following him. With little to do and the other curious, he decided to show them the realms outside of trials. Having already been to the Blackwood Cabin, he knew the place was pretty cozy. Sam had mixed feelings after the things that had happened there.

"Eh. That Wendigo thing set up shop in Autohaven Wreckers. It isn't coming back here any time soon." (Y/N) shrugged as they entered into the snowy world. Cheryl shivered as her arms and legs were bare to the cold. She rubbed at her arms, moving closer to (Y/N) as they walked to the front door of the cabin.

"Memories, memories, memories." Eric yawned, rubbing the side of his head. Snowy mountains were no stranger to him. (Y/N) opened the door, holding it as everyone entered the cabin.

"You're telling me..." Sam murmured, wiping her feet along the doormat as she went into the living room first. The door shut behind Quentin, the boy straightening his jacket as he looked around the place in awe.

"How big is this place?" He asked, following Sam into the main room. The others slipped in, too, curious as to why the fireplace was already roaring. Eric turned into mist, flying up to the next floor and looking through the rooms with interest. There were a damn lot of bedrooms.

"Pretty big." Sam and (Y/N) said in unison. They spared a glance at each other, amused by the timing.

"This place is nice." Cheryl huddled close to the fire, sighing in satisfaction as it warmed up her stiff joints.

"I don't care what anyone says... I'm staying here." Eric's voice echoed from a room above. He slid a hand along one of the beds, falling back onto it with an exhale. This was probably the best place he'd seen so far.

"He has a point. What's stopping us from just living here?" Quentin kicked his feet up on the couch. He wondered if Springwood looked like it did in his world outside of trials. Maybe he could visit his old home.

"The sitcom effect. If four or more of us stay here, you'll hear a laugh track whenever someone makes a joke." (Y/N) joked. Though, that did sound somewhat amusing. It sounded better than damn trials.

"I can deal with that." Sam said with a shrug, sitting down on the rug. Cheryl away from the fire, sitting beside Quentin with a small hum. (Y/N) looked up at Eric as he swept through more rooms, pausing in the bathroom as he examined the huge bath.

"Who needs a bath this big? Ay, yo, wait! Is that a jacuzzi tub?!"

(Y/N) just shook his head with a small smirk, walking over to the couch. He went towards Cheryl, making her look at him curiously. A playful idea came to mind.

"What are you- (Y-Y/N)!" Cheryl blushed as he picked her up from her seat, stealing it from her and placing her down on his lap. The girl shuffled nervously as he quietly laughed. He booped her nose, bringing a stuttered 'hey!' from her lips.

Quentin looked at them with a very sly expression. He was partially tempted to take Steve's role of teasing (Y/N), but he felt too mean to embarrass Cheryl in the process. Seeing interactions like these made him miss Nancy. His Nancy, not Wheeler.

"Are you and Jake on good terms now?" Sam asked, leaning her head back against the couch cushion beside (Y/N) and Cheryl. The latter leant back into his left arm and chest. She was also curious about that.