➽ In where you bought a video game and decided play it all night trying to unlock all the endings. Only for you to get transported inside of it but not as a main character but instead a side character.
SEVENTEEN VARIOUS X READER
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The chirping of the birds are can be heard around the neighborhood as the sun shines brightly in the city. A girl shifted in her bed as she tries to get a more comfortable position. She stirs even more before fully stopping and taking a deep breath.
Sitting up it feel as if something just hit her head with such a heavy weight, a unbearable headache just hit her. Whimpering left her mouth as she hold her head while she slows down her breathing. The headache slowly disappear as she massage her temples to relieve the unexpected pain that she just felt.
Opening her eyes she looks ahead of her before scanning the room. Not fully aware of the new surrounding she sits in a comfortable position as she slowly recover from what just happened.
The sunlight entered the room as the girl stared off at the window. Shifting her gaze back at the room her eyes scans the are once more. She raised an eyebrow before confusion started to take over her. This wasn't her room.
The pale pink wallpaper coating the rolm, the bookshelf containing books she never even seen before, the framed landscapes in the wall and a vanity full of makeup she never even owned.
Panic gripped her. She jumped out of bed, the cold floor sending a shock through her bare feet. “This isn’t my room!” she shouted, her voice trembling. Her heart pounded in her chest as she yanked the door open, bursting into a long hallway that stretched out to unfamiliar corners.
“Am I... kidnapped?” she whispered to herself, but no. It didn’t make sense. Why would someone kidnap her and leave her in such a normal-looking house? She didn’t know what was worse—the confusion or the creeping fear that maybe this wasn’t a kidnapping at all.
Y/N rushed back into the room, eyes darting over the furniture, trying to find something, anything, that would explain where she was. Her gaze fell on a notebook lying on the desk, open as if it had been waiting for her.
Fingers trembling, she approached the desk and read the words scrawled across the page:
**Dear Y/N,**
Hello, my dear. By now, you must have realized that you’re no longer in your world. I know this is difficult to understand, but you have been transferred to a different reality. The world you are in now mirrors your own in many ways, but it is not the same. The reasons for your transfer are... complicated. We are working hard to fix the issue, but in the meantime, I want to assure you that you are safe.
Time has stopped in your original world. Nothing will change there until we return you, so you need not worry about being missed.
You can communicate with me through this notebook. I may not have all the answers, but I will do my best to help you.
Y/N felt her hands grow cold as she stared at the words. A different world? She slumped into the chair, her head spinning. “This has to be a joke,” she muttered. “A prank. Maybe a weird dream...”
But her heartbeat told her this wasn’t a dream. The sunlight streaming through the window felt too real, the ache in her head too sharp.
She picked up the pen lying beside the notebook, hesitating only for a second before scribbling across the page.
Hello?
Nothing happened at first. Y/N glared at the notebook, almost willing it to respond. Just as she was about to give up, the page glowed faintly, and new writing appeared beneath her question.
Hi! How are you feeling?
Her breath caught. The glow faded, but the new words remained. Y/N scribbled back, her hand shaky.
What’s going on? Am I really in another world?
The response came quickly this time.
Yes. Something unexpected happened, and you were transferred here. We’re working on bringing you back, but it’s complicated.
She paused, heart racing.
What about my original world?
Time has stopped there. It will resume when you return.
Y/N’s mind raced. If time had stopped... did that mean her friends and family were frozen, too? Was she really trapped here, in this strange copy of her world?
She needed more answers, but before she could write anything else, a gentle knock interrupted her thoughts.
“Sweetie, are you awake?”
Y/N froze. The voice was familiar, but... not. She opened the door cautiously, and there stood a woman in her mid-thirties, smiling warmly at her. Her face was kind, her eyes crinkling in the corners with a smile that was both foreign and comforting.
“Mom...?” Y/N breathed, the word slipping out without thought.
“Yes, breakfast is ready. Come down when you’re done getting ready,” the woman said, her tone so normal that it made Y/N's skin prickle.
She nodded slowly, watching the woman walk away. As soon as the door closed, Y/N’s legs buckled, and she sat on the edge of the bed. Her mind reeled from the information. This wasn’t her mother. Not really. But everything about her felt so... right, as if she had been her mother for years.
After pulling herself together, Y/N hurried to get ready, the surreal situation gnawing at the back of her mind. Maybe if she just went through the motions, things would start making sense. She couldn’t shake the unease gnawing at her, though.
When she stepped outside, the chill in the air hit her. Her school uniform fit perfectly, though she couldn’t remember ever owning it. As she walked down the street, her feet slow with uncertainty, a voice called out her name.
“Y/N!”
She spun around, squinting in the bright morning light. A girl with long, jet-black hair bounded toward her, waving. Her pale skin glowed in the sunlight, her bright brown eyes sparkling with excitement.
