Your Pov:
"You seem really familiar (Y/n)..." Travis said looking up at the sky. I looked up as well. "Yea..." I mumbled. I saw Travis look back down out of the corner of my eye and turned my head towards him. "(Y/n)..." Travis whispered to himself. I cocked my head slightly. "You really do seem familiar..... But.... I don't remember ever meeting you......" He whispered. "Perhaps.... We met in another life?" I replied as I looked back to the sky. "Yea.... Perhaps.... We met.... Long ago... In another life.... Many years away from today..." Travis said with a gentle smile. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and smiled before turning my head back to him. "I'll just leave you two alone...." Vylad said awkwardly as he walked away. I turned towards him and stared at his back for a few seconds before turning back to Travis. Travis smiled at me before giving me a wave and walking off. Why does he feel so familiar..... I sat on a nearby stump and closed my eyes. A gentle breeze rustled the tree leaves and I felt myself beginning to fall asleep. I rested my head in my hands and tried to fight off my drowsiness. I heard a twig snap and the crunching of someone walking on fallen leaves. I lifted my head up slowly and opened my eyes. A hand swiftly covered my mouth and I let out a muffled scream. "So... I see you survived that explosion.... (Y/n)....." The person that owned the hand covering my mouth said in a low voice. My eyes widened in horror. "Mmph! Hngn!mnph!" "Oh come on (Y/n)... No one will understand you if you mumble...." They said whispering into my ear. "I'll move my hand away if you promise not to yell or scream..." The said pulling their head away slightly. I attempted to nod my head and they moved their hand away. I slowly stood up and turned to face them. "Now tell me..... How are you still alive....?" They asked with a slight growl. "Who in the name of the nether are you?!" I yelled. "Tsk tsk.... What did I tell you (Y/n)... No yelling or screaming..." They said. I growled slightly. "You didn't answer my question." I growled. "Oh... You mean.. You don't remember me? Oh (Y/n), that hurts me.... How do you not remember me.... I'm your best friend.... (F/n)...." (F/n) said in obviously fake sadness. "Now... You have seven choices...... But you will only get those choices.... After you answer all of my questions..." (F/n) said taking a step towards me. "T-that makes no sense!" I said stumbling back. "Fine. Don't listen to me. You still have seven choices..." Her words were laced with venom. "Now tell me.... Which fate do you choose.... (Y/n)....."
1. y͉̝͖̻̯ͮ̒̂ͮ͋ͫͨo͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊u̟͎̲͕̼̳͉̲ͮͫͭ̋ͭ͛ͣ̈ c͔ͣͦ́́͂ͅa̘̫͈̭͌͛͌̇̇̍n͉̠̙͉̗̺̋̋̔ͧ̊ g͎͚̥͎͔͕ͥ̿o͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊ b͎̣̫͈̥̗͒͌̃͑̔̾ͅa̘̫͈̭͌͛͌̇̇̍c͔ͣͦ́́͂ͅk̲̱̠̞̖ͧ̔͊̇̽̿̑ͯͅ t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊o͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊ y͉̝͖̻̯ͮ̒̂ͮ͋ͫͨo͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊u̟͎̲͕̼̳͉̲ͮͫͭ̋ͭ͛ͣ̈r̼̯̤̈ͭ̃ͨ̆ l͕͖͉̭̰ͬ̍ͤ͆̊ͨi̞̟̫̺ͭ̒ͭͣf̳͉̼͉̙͔͈̂̉e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑ a̘̫͈̭͌͛͌̇̇̍n͉̠̙͉̗̺̋̋̔ͧ̊d̥̝̮͙͈͂̐̇ͮ̏̔̀̚ͅ b͎̣̫͈̥̗͒͌̃͑̔̾ͅe̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑ w̠̘̗͖̮̥ͣ̽ͫ͂i̞̟̫̺ͭ̒ͭͣt̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊h͚̖̜̍̃͐ t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊r̼̯̤̈ͭ̃ͨ̆a̘̫͈̭͌͛͌̇̇̍v̪̩̜̜̙̜ͨ̽̄i̞̟̫̺ͭ̒ͭͣs̪̭̱̼̼̉̈́ͪ͋̽̚ b͎̣̫͈̥̗͒͌̃͑̔̾ͅu̟͎̲͕̼̳͉̲ͮͫͭ̋ͭ͛ͣ̈t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊ a̘̫͈̭͌͛͌̇̇̍t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊ t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑ r̼̯̤̈ͭ̃ͨ̆i̞̟̫̺ͭ̒ͭͣs̪̭̱̼̼̉̈́ͪ͋̽̚k̲̱̠̞̖ͧ̔͊̇̽̿̑ͯͅ o͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊f̳͉̼͉̙͔͈̂̉ h͚̖̜̍̃͐u̟͎̲͕̼̳͉̲ͮͫͭ̋ͭ͛ͣ̈r̼̯̤̈ͭ̃ͨ̆t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊i̞̟̫̺ͭ̒ͭͣn͉̠̙͉̗̺̋̋̔ͧ̊g͎͚̥͎͔͕ͥ̿ h͚̖̜̍̃͐i̞̟̫̺ͭ̒ͭͣm̘͈̺̪͓ͩ͂̾ͪ̀̋ a̘̫͈̭͌͛͌̇̇̍n͉̠̙͉̗̺̋̋̔ͧ̊d̥̝̮͙͈͂̐̇ͮ̏̔̀̚ͅ y͉̝͖̻̯ͮ̒̂ͮ͋ͫͨo͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊u̟͎̲͕̼̳͉̲ͮͫͭ̋ͭ͛ͣ̈r̼̯̤̈ͭ̃ͨ̆ f̳͉̼͉̙͔͈̂̉r̼̯̤̈ͭ̃ͨ̆i̞̟̫̺ͭ̒ͭͣe̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑n͉̠̙͉̗̺̋̋̔ͧ̊d̥̝̮͙͈͂̐̇ͮ̏̔̀̚ͅs̪̭̱̼̼̉̈́ͪ͋̽̚...
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