It's The Real Deal: Rebooted 3

Chapter 2: Parellel Disasters & Crazy Dream Town

 (Disclaimer: I do not own any of the songs that I'm going to use in this chapter. Also, Zane will not be in this chapter because he's not in this episode but I really want to do it and you know what time is so don't get mad.)

Lily's P.O.V.

I see something that really shouldn't be here. "Uh, guys, why is there a proton fussier in here?" I ask, nervously. "A what?" Carter asks. "Something that can take someone to a parallel universe if we're not careful." I explain. "Those exist?" Carter asks, shocked. "Yes." I say. It starts to turn on. "No!" I exclaim as it sucks me in and then turns off.

In the Parallel Universe, FBI office: Lily's P.O.V.

"We meet again. How surprising?" A familiar voice says. "Lily, who is he?" Peter asks me. "Someone who really doesn't like me." I say. "Who wouldn't like you?" Neal asks. "An antagonist." I state, nervously. "Well, it's time for all of you to go to sleep." He says to us. He gases us.

In a warehouse: Lily's P.O.V.

What is it with bad guys and warehouses? I see everyone in the White Collar Division on beds, hands cuffed down and asleep. "Well, look who's awake." He says. I'm in a cell. "What did you do to them?" I ask. "Relax, they're not dead. They're in comas. You're new and improved friends are right here." He says to me, Neal and Peter coming in. Wait, what? "If Neal and Peter are over there then who are they?" I ask. "They are the bad versions of Neal and Peter. I've sucked out all bad good creating clones of all the dark side in them." He states. Whoa, whoa, whoa, rewind the music. "Peter has a dark side?" I ask.

I never thought I'd see Peter have a dark side. "Everyone does. Well, except probably you." Damion says. What? "I have a bit of a dark side. I'm just glad that you're not using me." I say to him. "Your only dark side is liking to write dystopian sometimes." Neal says. Really? I'm trying to find any flaws to this plan but I can't find anything. "So there's no talking your way out, reasoning with them, no trition app this time. The only way to get them back into the real people is by having them hold your hands but let's face it, that's never going to happen." Damion states. No. "So, if I hurt them..." I trial off. "You hurt the real people too." He says.

"Oh, and check your arm." He says to me. I look at my "You didn't..." I trail off. "Oh, but I did. And now Neal has them." He states. No! "Well, you've made me less of a threat to your plan, let me go and let them go." I say. "I'll let you go." He says. He opens up the cell. "But I will find you again. I'll give you a 30 minute head start. Kind of like a game." He says. I run. This isn't a game and if it was, it'd be one where you have to face your greatest fear.

I'm at June's and trying to think of a plan besides a locked door. "Okay, I've dealt with this type of thing before. The only problem is that there's no talking your way out of it. Although, if it's one thing I've learned from Neal it's that you can talk your way out of pretty much everything. The question is what to say. What do I do? I have to save a parallel world again. That's what I have to do. But how to do it is the hard part. Think, think, think, brain, think! Think! Why can't I go into a parallel universe without it being a complete disaster?!" I exclaim.

Shh...I think I hear someone on the stairs. I turn off all the lights. and hide in the walk-in closet, as quiet as a ballerina doing a ronde de jambe on the bar in dance class. "She's got to be in here somewhere." I hear Peter say. Crepes. Wow, I am using a lot of French today. "We know you're in here, you can come out." Neal states. Yeah, like they wouldn't hurt me? "Check the closet." I hear Peter whisper. I go into one of the clidershronks and am sitting by the end of the wall. And there's a German word, wow. Using a lot of words that aren't in english.

I hear them opening a lot of the doors. Neal opens mine and looks down at me. "Hi." Neal greets. "Hi." I greet back. He takes me by the arm that has the blood draw on the spot that he took it to stand me up. This hurts. "Ah." I wince. There's no need for that. "He told you he'd find you again. Come up with a little plan yet?" Neal asks me. I sigh. "Still working on that." I say. Without my super intelligence it's a bit difficult. "They'd have to hold your hand." My head replays. I try to take Neal's hand but he pulls away quickly.