Taken From My Home (Completed)

The Encounter With Him

Trin's POV

I watch Y-N walk out of the room. I call her name but she just keep running. I decide to follow her!

I walk out into the hallway, being the quietest I can be. I peek into the room she ran in.

Oh, I'm Trin by the way! Y-N's best friend, may have a crush on her? You know! In that chapter when we got kidnapped by Wil?

Yeah, the fourth wall is broken, so what? I regret nothing!

As I look into the room, I am blinded by a bright light. As the light died down, I peek back into the room, and see Hannah gone. What the fart-nugget is going on?!

I walk into the room to see Mark passed out on the floor. I hear the floor behind me creak, and turn to see Reverse.

I cross my arms at him. "What do you want?" He smirks at me. "Oh, I just wanted to say 'Hi'!" He muses.

I turn back to Mark, only to revive a kick to the spine. I stumble forwards, turning back to Reverse. "What?" He smirks.

I growl, "Oh, I'll give you what, you punk!" I run at him and punch his face. He stumbles backwards, wiping his nose with his index finger.

He looks at it, seeing it bleed a bit. He smirks, "Wow. Didn't think you had that much power in you! Good job!" He says.

God, just hearing his voice makes my blood boil. "I'm gonna kill you, punk!" I yell and charge at him, raising my fist to land another blow on his face.

As my fist gets merely inches away from his face, he catches my hand, still smirking. "Oh, I don't think you will~!"

He twists my wrist, making pain erupt all the way down my arm. "Gaah!! Fuck, that's painful!" I say. (A-N: Wow. Way to explain the obvious, Author-Chan!)

I look at his leg to see nothing blocking me from kicking his shin. So, I take action! I take my other hand and punch the side of his head, loosening his grip on my wrist.

I take the time while he's distracted and kick him in the shin, knocking him on his knees. I then, knee him in the jaw, knocking him backwards, unconscious.

I sigh, "Geez, that was hard..." I take a breath and look around the room, analyzing all the details.

I look and see a black leather book on the ground, and I pick it up, looking at the cover. It reads:

"Wilford's Diary"

I snicker, "Wow. Big bad ole' Willy has a diary!" I open the cover to see that it has writing in pink pen.

I read two words when I hear a small static noise behind me. I whip around to see Wil. "What are you doing?" He asks.

I make sure to hide the book behind my back. "...nothing?" His gaze goes down to my hands. "That sounds more like a question. What are you hiding?"

I give a nervous chuckle, "I, uh... don't know what you're talking about, Wilford! I just came to...to...check...on Y-N! Yeah! That's what I came for!" I said, but he definitely did not buy it.

He grabs hold of my arm and gives me a cold glare. "Come with me." I shake my arm to try to get free, but damn, Will's got some muscle on him!

He drags me into a room painted pink with My Little Pony posters up. "My Little Pony? What are you, Pinkie Pie?" I mumble. "Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!" He growls.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms. "Why are we here?" I ask him. "You'll find out, kid. Take my hand." He puts his hand in front of my face.

I sign and take it, learning that his hand is much bigger than mine. (A-N: Poor Trin. Haha! 😊)

My vision turns purple and pink for a moment, then returns. Me and Wil are in a dimly lit room where TV screens fill a wall.

My jaw drops, "What is this place?" I ask. "This place allows us to see other people's dreams." He explains, looking over at me. Do you want to see your friends' dreams?"

I nod, "So, I can see Y-N's dreams? How is that possible?" I ask. "With a little help from The Writer." He winks, smiling.

My face twists up in confusion, "Who?" I ask. His smile falters, then quickly returns. "What? Did you say something? Nope? Okay!" He says.

I sign and just except it. "So, can I see Y-N's dreams now?" I grumble. "Yeah, whatever. Let's get to it!" He cheers.

I roll my eyes and chuckle, seeing the man run across the room, setting everything up. Once everything is up, he waves his hand and two chairs appear.

"What the fuck?! How did you do that?!" I ask, yelling a bit. He smiles, and sits down,  grabbing a remote that probably goes to all the screens. I sit down too.

He presses the 'on' button, watching the TV's power up. "So, how does this work?" I ask. "You'll see!" He smiles.

A keyboard pops up, saying to enter a name, age and birthday. Apparently, he knows all of that. (Creepo...)

A picture of Y-N pops up on the screen. Her smiling face, bright brown eyes. God, she's so gorgeous! She's the representative of a goddess.

I feel my cheeks hear up, catching the attention of Wilford. "You like her, don't you, huh?" He smirks. I look down at me feet, nodding proudly.

"Yes I do. She's my everything. I love her." I say to him. He hums in response as her dream starts.

I just faintly hear him mumble, "Everyone does."

"Even me."

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A-N:

Sorry my fluffy tufts of friends! I know, I know! I haven't updated in forever. I get it! I had plans and junk! I've been working on this since the 11th, I think! I've had writers block, and I went to Darien Lake two days ago! Calm down! It's here! It's a new chapt-! JERRY KEEP YOUR PANTS ON!

Yeah. Excuses, excuses, excuses! Whatever! It's here! Y'all happy?