When I wake up, I am in the same room. I look at my journal I have to write in, "I guess this would be considered something to write..."
I grab it and start writing.
Entry #002 ~because I don't care if you don't want me to add the other entry as a entry!~
I just woke up from passing out. A gas entered the room. I'm not sure what it was, but it knocked me out. It was strange, it filled up the whole room. I am kinda dizzy still, but I don't feel sick or anything. I don't understand what is happening. I don't have anything else to write about right now.
Bye.I groan and put the notebook down, staring at the wall. 'Why am I here...?', I sigh and close my eyes. This can't be fake, it's so realistic. I can't be dreaming. What is this...?!
I open my eyes, 'Why me...'
Sighing, I stand up and go to the door. This room is too bright... I pound on the door. "Hello?!", I yell out. Suddenly, a note slips under the door. I sit down and pick up the note.
It is on normal lined paper, folded neatly. I open it and read it.
"Dear Brittany,
Hello darling! We will be keeping you here for a week to see how you react. As you can see, you are in a completely white room. Everything in the room is white.You have nothing to keep you entertained, for we stole your phone. Sorry dear, but it had to happen.
As you probably saw, there is a journal with a pencil on the table in the middle of the room. Use that to write things that happen. We will report this notebook to the creators of this place once your week is up. That is if you survive the week.
Many people have starved to death, due to earlier mess ups in the system that we have perfected. Many people have gone insane and have had to be "put down". But you seem like you have been through more than enough in your life. So I doubt you would die from something like that.
Have fun Brittany~!
From, Your surveillance friend"
I stare at the paper, rereading it a few times before standing up. Who is this..? I sigh and walk around the room. Out of no where, a knock is heard from my door and a letter slips underneath. I walk to it and take a quick peek at what it says. The handwriting is sloppy, but it's obvious it's the same person as before. It seems as if they were in a rush.
"Dear Brittany,
Uh hello. Sorry this isn't properly written like a letter should be. But I had to write this quickly. They are going to try and kill some of the people in this place. One of them being you.
Listen closelyTonight, I will be coming to your door. I will knock quietly, in a certain fashion different than how these people knock. You will answer and bring the notebook and pencil with you. Please trust me. I am trying to save you. I am going to return you to your family. And then I will come back here and face the consequences of leaving and if they find out about me helping you. That too. Please listen to me.
From, Oliver"
I stare at the paper in shock. They are going to save me? No no, not they. He.. He is going to save me. Someone I don't know. Someone supposedly named 'Oliver'.
I right away think of Oliver Kirkland, a fictional character. The 2p version of Arthur Kirkland.
I think he is fictional at least. In the past few months I think I have seen a few people that were supposed to be fictional.I guess I'll have to wait and see.
A/n:
It's here! The update is finally here! Ahh, it's great to be back. Sorry for any possible grammar mistakes or anything like that!
Alright time to clear up something, fictional characters are real in this. But they are hidden in a island that no one knows about. But some are escaping to help out Brittany.
Sorry if you don't like that idea.. I just thought it could bring a twist to the story a bit...
Also! The characters I mentioned earlier, Oliver and Arthur Kirkland, are characters from 'Hetalia'. Just in case you didn't know.
That's all I have for now!
Until next time~!
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Adopted By Fall Out Boy
FanfictionBrittany Collete Phoenix was an average girl that lived with her family, until they gave her away. One day she got adopted by one of the most famous bands in the world. From there, her life began to get very interesting.