You woke up in the library, being shook by the shoulder with someone mumbling about it being closing time, and you blinked yourself awake, trying to focus on what the hell just happened.
You muttered out a quick, half-insane, apology and then grabbed your bag before bolting out the door and towards the dorms. You were panicking, breathing heavily, and it was dark out, but there was a streak of dark pink, almost red, in the sky above the dean's building that made your heart stop for only a second. It disappeared like it never existed and you continued on without stopping until you slammed the door behind you to your room.
"Darcy, I think – oh!" You cut yourself off when you spotted Wanda sitting up on your bed with her feet dangling off the side, "Hey, how're you – how are you?"
"I hope it's okay I'm here," She smiled shyly, and you realized Darcy wasn't even in the room, "Darcy let me in – hey, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."
Your heart was slamming against your chest, you could feel sweat pricking at your temples, and you felt like you were utterly losing it.
"Something," You mumbled to yourself and then looked to her again, "It's completely fine you're here, just didn't...uh," You fumbled as she got up, coming closer when she tilted her head with curious eyes as she watched you, and you couldn't help to whisper as you started to shake, averting her gaze, "I'm really scared right now."
"What happened?" Her entire demeanor changed to an angry, protective one, "Maria told me you disappeared at lunch, and nobody's seen you since," You were shaking your head and she moved even closer to cup your face in her hands, silently pleading for you to look at her, so you did, but you knew your eyes were wet, her frown deepening, "What's happened?"
"You wouldn't..." You didn't want to cry, "I don't know."
She released you and stepped back, but you didn't miss how her eyes had matched the color in the sky for a flash, making your breath hitch in your throat as she started packing up your stuff. You stood there frozen as she tore open the suitcase you stored under your bed, hesitating before she got up to stride across the room and lock the door, continuing her packing only a moment later, all to your confusion.
"Wanda, what're you doing?"
"Getting you out of here."
"I'm so confused," You collapsed back onto the desk chair and leaned on your elbows, burying your face in your hands as you tried to catch up with your whirling thoughts, "Am I losing my mind? Why're you packing my shit?"
"I can't do this anymore," She mumbled, "I knew this wasn't..."
She said something about it being too good to be true and you let your arms rest on your lap as you watched her.
"Are the professors criminals or something?" You whispered, "Does dean Fury know?"
"I don't think Nick Fury's a dean," She scoffed like the idea itself was ridiculous and then met your eyes when you took in a jagged, fearful breath, "This is...a simulation. I think."
"Oh, fuck off, I don't believe in that theory." You rolled your eyes, almost finding it funny.
"No," She shook her head, being completely serious, "Not like that – Y/n, listen to me, okay?" You slowly nodded when she paused before continuing, "Think of your parents."
"My dad works in the fashion industry and my mom's a professor at another university."
But even as the words came out, they felt scripted, like an automated response.
Why didn't you say something like they'll freak out because you're failing one of your classes or that you should call them because you might be in danger if Vostokoff is shady or that you've been drugged – or literally anything else besides their fucking occupations.
