Y/n-First name
F/n-Friend name
YT/N-YouTuber name
Y/n had a normal life. She had a family who loved her, a few friends, a best friend, a house of her own, and just graduated college. She was originally from California and lived there her whole life until she decided to move to New York city, where her best friend, F/N, moved to. Y/n was a famous YouTuber called YT/N and was close friends with other YouTubers such as Jacksepticeye, Markiplier, etc. Y/n loved music and sometimes wrote songs whenever she was inspired. Y/n became a famous author when she started writing books related to horror. Once her first book was published, her hobby as an author started with a bang. If we push away all her work and hobbies, you'll find Y/n's personal life. She lived in a house outside of New York city and it was huge, almost like a mansion. It was settled in an orchard of birch trees, the zebra-striped trees helping her white house blend in easily. She had a small ten month old kitten named Wilford who was a beautiful flame-point Siamese. Then, there was another cat named Belle who was a white cat with black splotches splattered across their fur. Belle was a cross between an American short-hair and a Siamese. Y/n also had a golden retriever that had a white fur coat named Storm. Y/n's life was perfect to anyone's eyes. She had a hobby that made tons of money, a career as a YouTuber, had an amazing family, a huge house outside of NYC, great friends, and she had what she wanted.
Although, Y/n didn't have everything she wanted. She soon found herself alone when her friends moved away from New York city and her family decided to move to Los Angeles. She was starting to lose inspiration for her books and couldn't find herself going into her recording room. Of course, her friends and family were worried about her but they had no way to go see her. Mark was in L.A, Jack was in Ireland, F/N was now in Colorado, and her family were also in L.A. So, Y/n was alone.
That is until the weather was re-occurring more often. Storms brewed constantly in the skies outside of Y/n's home and reached as far as New York city. Y/n absolutely loved storms. She loved how whenever lightning streaked across the gloomy sky, it would light up the room like the headlights of a car shining through the windows. She loved how the thunder purred like her cats (Specifically Wilford. Wilford purred loudly while Belle purred silently). She liked how the rain pattered against the sleek black roof of her home and how raindrops raced down the panes of the house's windows. Y/n loved storms and that's what mattered to her. Her pets were never afraid of storms so why should she?
One night, Y/n was barely awake working on a video. She was currently editing the video, mumbling incoherent words. She was actually trying to debate with herself if she should make the background of the thumbnail blue or green, her words slurring together and lowering the pitch down to a sound that was barely audible; mumbling. She decided to use the color blue and after a few good thirty minutes passed, she uploaded the video. She slammed her laptop closed and stood up, rubbing her eyes. The sight was heart-warming. Y/n, a twenty-four year old, was dressed in blue pajamas with little green t-rexes dotted around on her pajama shirt and pants. Her shirt was a button-up shirt, slightly too big for the young woman. Her pants were also slightly too big also. The buttons were sewn with scarlet red string and the hemming of the pants and shirt were also scarlet red. She wore fluffy socks that had red and green stripes. They were perfect for sliding across tile or wooden floors which was how Y/n got around the house so fast. Every room in the house had wooden flooring besides the kitchen, bathrooms, and basement (the kitchen and bathrooms had tiles while the basement had a creamy white carpet). Y/n walked out of her recording room and was about to head into her room when she heard a very loud crash coming from the kitchen downstairs. At first, she just thought it was just her mind playing tricks on her since she was so tired. But, then she heard pots and pans clanging. She knew someone was in her kitchen. She slid down the hallway, using her socks to glide her across the floors and grabbed onto a wall, swinging her to a sharp right. She gripped onto the railing of the stairs and fell down the stairs when she realized that these stairs weren't carpeted, but they were wooden.
Y/n hummed to herself, getting up, suddenly more awake. She flicked on the lights and stared hard at the group of men in her kitchen for a minute. They stared back at her.
They looked like they jumped out of Y/n's high school history textbook. They obviously wore clothing from the 1700s through the 1800s. Y/n had to think for a few minutes before scanning over the men. One was short, had brown eyes, and brown hair tied into a ponytail. That one looked like the leader of this odd group and Y/n would've laughed if she wasn't so tired. Y/n asked tiredly," Who the Hell are you guys?" The short man asked," What the Hell are you wearing?!" Y/n glanced at what she was wearing and a smile broke out on her face. She stifled a yawn while she answered," Oh, pajamas. I was working late and I was going to sleep but..." She stared at them and one of them scratched behind their neck sheepishly. Y/n mumbled," You still didn't answer my question though." The short man introduced," I'm Alexander Hamilton." Y/n nodded as if she understood but didn't. Honestly, she felt like she was drunk.
Alexander began introducing the others to her and everything clicked in Y/n's mind. These people were dead people from 200 years ago or something close to that.
And they were alive.
In her kitchen.
At four in the morning.
And Y/n was in her dinosaur pajamas in front of America's heroes.
Y/n said," Nice meeting you all...Um...how the Hell are you guys alive? Not to be rude but, you guys are supposed to be dead."
Nothing left anyone's mouths. No words.
Y/n said," Whatever. We'll figure this out in the morning. The guest bedrooms are behind you down the hall. Pajamas are in the top drawers." Y/n spun around on her heel and went upstairs, ready to go to bed. Belle meowed and followed after her owner while Wilford curled up snugly on the couch. Storm was sound asleep by the fireplace.
The next morning, Y/n woke up first and made a breakfast feast. She was going to laugh her ass off once everyone left their rooms because:
Every single pair of pajamas Y/n owned were dinosaur pajamas.
Y/n did just that once Thomas left his room and she fell onto the couch, trying to stop laughing. His pajamas were magenta with pink dinosaurs. It got even funnier once everyone else left their rooms. Lets say everyone was sick of the pajamas after awhile.
