A/N: This chapter links up with MarsmellowFlow's story Rabbit #132, Welcome and takes place in Monster Hell, where Noah is.
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When I wake up, I'm laying face down in the dirt. Something tells me I'm not going to like what I see when I open my eyes. I get up, wincing, and look around. I recognize the boardwalk, only it's warped and dark as hell here. I look around, making sure I'm alone as I let out a girly, pained yelp and start limping along.
My side is fucking killing me.
How did I get here? Why am I here? What's going on and where are the boys?
I walk along, trying to resist the temptation to call out their names, when a twig snaps and a weird, distorted voice speaks.
"What was that? Looks like you're not alone after all."
What the hell?
I whip around, wishing I had an Emergency Machete, (never thought I'd wish that) and scream.
An unshaven man with scraggly black hair and wild eyes stands there. He looks to be around my age, but at the same time, he's familiar.
"Wait, are you real?" he asks me in a raspy voice.
Like he's been yelling a lot.
"Yes? Are you?"
"I - I think so. God, I don't fucking know anymore. Who are you?"
"I might ask you the same thing," I say.
"I'm - I'm Noah. Noah Maxwell. This is my, uh, dead cousin," he says, holding up a black journal with Severance symbol etched on it. Just seeing it makes my side hurt.
"Your dead cousin is a journal?"
"Yeah. And I know how crazy it sounds, but it's true. Haven't you ever watched Tribe Twelve?"
That's where I know him from.
"Yes! I watch it all the time! I'm y/n, by the way."
"Nice to finally meet someone who isn't a dead person or a version of me."
A scream pierces the air, a girl's scream, and I look at Noah and then run towards her. And there, on the boardwalk, is another girl.
"Hello?" I ask.
She looks up at me. "Please help. I've got no fucking clue where I am, and I - " Her gaze lands on Noah. "Noah. I watch your channel. I'm y/n."
I look at Noah, and back at y/n.
"Welcome to Monster Hell," Noah says.
