I have been pacing back and forth for a while now, listening to them torture Jeff in another room, where I can't go. I can't even teleport to him. I just try to get him to hold on, reminding him that help is coming.
Even though I don't think it is.
I stop pacing and sit down on the bench attached to the wall, clawing at it while I listen to them taunt Jeff, while I plead with the universe to send someone to help us.
"Hello, y/n."
I turn around and face Fake Jeff, who is smiling wickedly and walking towards my cell.
"Fake Jeff. How fucking dare you impersonate and make us hate him?" I demand.
"I had to. Otherwise you would be looking for him, poor defenseless Jeff. So I pretended to be him, the boy trapped between life and death, the one you never knew you had to save."
"You bastard," I growl.
He laughs. "Oh my dear, sweet y/n, the best is yet to come."
He steps closer. "And we're just getting started now."
I slap him across the face as hard as I can. I'm seeing red like a filter on my vision. "You're seriously deranged if you think that I'm not gonna fight you every step of the way."
"I expect you to."
And then he's gone in the blink of an eye. Leaving me alone with Jeff's very real screams of pain.
