𝖲𝖠𝖬𝖲𝖠𝖱𝖠 : 𝖆 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 [𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝟏𝟑

[𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭?]

♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬

Y/N WAS WONDERING WHETHER
she should file a lawsuit, a restraining order on something that she once believed to be fictional—had she not lived out her ten years of life in, surprisingly, her own body in the same fictional world. 

This is an invasion of privacy.

It really was. Her rights were being taken from her from right under her nose. How dare they. How fricking dare they.

[𝘕𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵.]

Gift my ass. Get out of my head. You're not invited to my birthday party.

Of course, there was no birthday party. But then again, why would she say that? He wouldn't get even a piece of her cake if she did. Not that cake.

[𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥.]

That's not the point and you know it. I don't want to talk to you. I never exactly agreed to your deal. Take your damn gift back.

[𝘈𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 '𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘴' 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦.]

Y/N then remember what had happened. Even if she didn't exactly agree with his terms of "killing his foolish counterpart and bringing him his head so that she could go back to her own world"—she didn't exactly say no, either. Because she knew it was dangerous. This guy already seemed to have half a mind to slice her neck clean off. 

She then remembered what he said:

[𝘈𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵—𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦. . . 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴.]

Consequences. 

Did she want to deal with that? No. 

What do you want?

[𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯... 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥?]