Dreams Don't Always Come True [Taylor Swift AU]

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Taylor

I tried to think.

What did happen before the simulation? What made me want to get one? Then I remembered.

"I remember everyone hating me." I say confidently. "I remember all my fans leaving me."

Violet gulped.

"We don't hate you." She said quietly.

"Then why are all the fanpages gone? Why is my music not on the radio anymore? Can you explain that to me?" I shot back.

Violet looked at her feet.

"So you remember when your music was on the radio?" She asked me.

"Uh, well, I mean... I remember being famous. I still feel famous. I see paparazzi out the window, although by the way you looked at me last time I said that, it's probably a hallucination. But yes, I remember creating music. I just don't remember exactly what music I created." I explained.

Violet nodded. "Do you remember your family? Or any close friends?"

I thought about that. I had grown up with other people, so they must be my family.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Okay, what do you remember?" She asked.

"Well, I grew up with maybe three other people. Uhh, I think my mom and dad, and a brother. But I'm not sure." I said.

"That's correct. You had a mom and Dad, plus a younger brother." She confirmed.

"I think I remember my mom and dad dying." I spat out.

Violet nodded again, slower this time.

"Yes, in a plane crash. A few years ago." She said sadly, staring at the ground.

Violet

"So why can I remember my family, but I can't remember my fans?" Taylor questioned.

I thought about that. Why couldn't she remember us fans? We were a huge part of her life. I tried to think about why this was happening when I saw Taylor opening her front door.

I walked over to her. "Taylor...?" I asked. "Where are you going?"

She ignored me and kept walking.

She walked down the sidewalk at a moderate pace. Her movements looked very robotic.

I chased after her, and grabbed onto her hand. She didn't even flinch, and kept walking, dragging me along with her.

I noticed a small, glowing dot on her right ankle. As I followed her, I continued to study the dot. It was a light purple color, and it was blinking.

She turned down another street corner so she was approaching Times Square. Where was she going?

The dot began blinking faster.

Taylor began to run.

Her running didn't look normal, it still looked very robotic. I was more confused than I ever had been.

Taylor stopped running directly in front of MindTravel, and the dot stopped blinking. Her stiff movements opened the doors and walked in.

A small, quick robot approached her on wheels. "Miss Swift, thank you for coming. Right this way." It spoke in an unbearably robotic voice.

"Yes of course." Taylor responded in an equally monotone voice.

I followed quickly behind, where we were leaded into a laboratory. It was nothing like a simulation room though. This room was filled with test tubes and microscopes and computer monitors. Taylor continued following the robot.

"Time for your injection." The robot said.

Taylor put up no fight and stuck her arm out for the robot. A needle was inserted into her wrist, and a blue liquid was pumped in.

"Remember your duties as a MindTravel ambassador. Tell no one of this procedure." The robot echoed again.

From my spot hidden behind a lab desk, I could clearly see and hear everything. I was dumbfounded.

Was Taylor lying to me? Did she fake everything, including losing her mind just so I wouldn't find out? And what did the injection do to her?

As I was thinking this over, I couldn't keep my eyes off the little blinking dot on Taylor's leg.

No one likes a liar. Not even her biggest fan.

If she works for MindTravel, that adds a whole new issue.

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What do you think the blinking dot does? And do you think Taylor works for MindTravel, or is there more to the story? Leave your predictions in the comments section. :)

Also, TOMORROW IS EMILY'S BIRTHDAY SO WISH HER A HAPPY BDAY

-Alice ❤️