Michael Jackson Imagines [Under Editing]

Time Machine

(A/N:This wonderful idea is from MiloJackson. Guys if you haven't already, go ahead and follow her! Her books are amazing!!! She's the one who thought of this imagine)

(Bad Era)

"Sarah come on!" Y/N shouted, waving her arm in the air hurriedly. "We gotta go before this thing disappears"

"Why are you whispering?" Sarah tilted her head when she caught up to Y/N

"It's ok we're alone here" Sarah motioned to the empty lot around them. "No one even knows we're here"

Y/N glanced around them with a worried gaze and gulped

"One can never be sure"

"Okay, okay" Sarah took a jarring step forward  and stopped to look at Y/N over her shoulder. "You ready?"

Y/N flashed a forced grin and grabbed Sarah's hand

"More than ever"

Sarah gave a soft smile and they both set foot in the bright-red telephone booth, waiting anxiously for what's to come.

They both closed their eyes and waited for some kind of movement. But nothing happened

Sarah opened one eye to look at Y/N curiously and Y/N did the same to her

"Weird. Nothing happened" Y/N said quietly

"Maybe if you pressed this button right here" Sarah said

"What? Wait don't—"

Y/N was cut off when the telephone booth shakes and within a blink of an eye, they disappeared from the dark lot

***A few moments later***

"Sarah?" Y/N groaned as she rubbed her pounding head. "Are you dead?"

"Nope" Sarah rubbed her jaw. "But if we keep landing like this, I think I might be"

Y/N immediately lifted her head up when she heard talking. She tried listening to the words hard. But it was no use. The words were muffled by the door

"Wait" Sarah's eyes widened as Y/N got up and started looking around. "Where are are we?"

"Michael"

Both Y/N and Sarah froze in their spots as they heard someone shout outside the door.

"5 minutes til showtime, you better jump into your costume, quick"

"Oh Frank—"

Sarah gasped and was ready to let out a scream when Y/N rushed to her and slapped a hand over her mouth.

"You know I'll be quick"

Just when the doorknob started jiggling, Y/N managed to get both herself and Sarah out of eyes view as they stumbled behind a couch

It wasn't all that big, but it was doing a helluva deed.

"Was that—is that—could that be—"

Y/N gave Sarah a lazy look.

"Michael Jackson? Yes, yes and yes"

Sarah rose a brow.

"You're not excited?"

"Excited?" Y/N huffed and then mushed her eyebrows together in frustration. "I don't even think I'm alive right now."

They both flinched when they heard the door shut and quickly crouched down so they wouldn't be seen

(A/N:
This is a multi part imagine guys!
Again, if you haven't already, go ahead and follow MiloJackson who thought of this wonderful imagine.

Much
L.O.V.E
~Sarey33