This Can't be Happening (Hamilsquad x Reader)

Help is Very Far Away.

(Y/n) point of view

The door slammed behind me. I reached into my bag and pulled out a pink paper. The paper ripped easily into many small pieces.

I can't be fired again! Why can't I keep a job?

I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my music a while before finally picking a song.

How does a bastard orphan....

A smile grazes my lips for a moment. Music has always been a way for me to calm down and unwind and I've been listening to Hamilton a lot. I almost know all the words.

How do you do it? How can you survive a war and still be able to function?

I think quietly to myself as I stare at the album cover.

Sometimes I wish I could meet you and just ask you in person.

I slip into a tank top and sweatpants before getting comfortable under the covers and into bed.

The music continued to play as my eyes closed and my mind slowest drifted into unconsciousness. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
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I feel a cold draft envelop my body. I reach around in search for the blanket that must have fallen off in my sleep.

When I don't find what I'm looking for, I roll over to the side and try to just ignore the breeze.

I'm not ready for this shit yet. Five more minutes.

A sharp pain enters my side. I reach down and find a rock.

Why's a rock in my bed?

I finally take a look at my surroundings. I'm not in my room anymore.

Stone walls surround three sides of me. It's a dead end. I somehow found myself in the middle of some kind of alley.

I rub my eyes. It's now that I finally noticed the man kneeling beside me.

I let out a small scream and press myself against the wall.

"Who are you? Why am I here? Did you bring me here?"

The man looked surprised at my little outburst. He was wearing weird cloths that looked like they were from the 18th century and his face was really familiar. I couldn't quite place where I've seen him before.

"Calm down Miss. Your outside the bar. I was on my way to meet some friends there when I saw you in the alley."

I looked him up and down.

"Okay... well what's your name and why are you dressed like that?"

The man looked down at his cloths.

"I suppose my attire is a slightly out there. It was custom made by a friend. As for my name, I am called Alexander Hamilton. I'm at your service, Miss."

I looked him dead in the eye and broke out laughing.

"Okay. Ya right! And I'm Abraham Lincoln! You really went all out for this, didn't ya? You got the costume and everything!"

The man who claims to be Alexander looked very confused and slightly offended.

"I know clothing may be a little different, but that's no way for a lady to act towards her superior!"

I wiped a few tears from the corners of my eyes.

"Alright, I get it. You can drop the act now."

"Alexander" looked around then at his hands before glam in at me again.

"Drop what? I'm not holding anything."

"I said stop! Now show me the way home before I call the cops!"

"I don't know who cops is but I doubt someone can shout loud enough to call someone from here."

I groaned and got to my feet.

"Never mind. I'll find someone who isn't crazy and idiotic to help me."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"It wouldn't be very proper for a woman to wander the streets without cloths on."

I ripped my arm free and shot him the nastiest glare I could manage.

"I think I'll be fine."

From the second I stepped out of the alley, I could tell something was wrong. Everyone else was wearing basically the same thing as Mr. Back-To-The-Future back there. There weren't any cars in sight, only horses and the roads weren't paved.

I ducked back into the cover of the alley's shadows and next to Alex.

"What year is it?"

Alexander gave me a strange look.

"It's 1776."

No. This isn't happening.

Alex put his hand on my shoulder.

"Are you alright, Miss?"

I looked at him. I knew he could tell I was scared.

"No. I definitely am not alright."
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