The Magic Shop

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Jungkook's head was spinning in all directions. His skull banging in his head as he struggled to get off the floor. Once he could finally get his balance back, he was able to stand up. His eyes cleared up and he looked around. He was back where he was, except this time everything was silent and his friends were nowhere to be seen.

It was too peaceful. He looked around to see if anyone can help him but it's like the place had been abandoned.

"This can't be happening." He says as if to himself. The only thing different about this reality was the building besides the coffee shop. He takes notice of the unknown building and goes to it. Maybe it can tell me where I am. He approaches the building, his head feeling drowsy again but he's able to make out the words across the top, "magic shop?" He reads out loud.

He stares at the building skeptically before walking in. The moment he's in the building, the floor shakes violently and he ends up grasping on to a table for dear life. As it stops, he stands up frantically, "What the hell! What the hell, there's an earthquake!" He turns to walk out the building but the door is no longer there. Just a brick wall.

When he turns around, the big room he was just in has shrunk. The walls closed in more and a figure behind the cash register looked at him, unmoving. Jungkook looks around at the objects surrounding him. Each unknown object is enclosed in a case with a slab in front of them.

He walks along the table, reading each in his head. He stops at one and looks at the figure behind the register. The figure is in a black coat, a masquerade mask covering his identity, "You think this is some joke?" He spits, the figure shows no reaction, "Become a GOD?" He screams in anger as he lifts a slab to show him.

He slams the slab back on to the table, and looks over to the one next to it. Undo your death. Upon reading that, something inside him snapped. He looked over to the figure, his heart palpitating in his chest, "What kind of sick shit is this?" He walked over to the man, ripping the mask off him only to see himself. An alternate Jungkook looked back at him except blood spilt from the side of his lips.

His face was smeared with dirt and dried up blood, skid marks across his neck and a gash on the top of his head so deep you can see the remnants of his skull and brain. He stepped back, tripping over himself as he fell to the floor.

He hurried up and ran to exit the building but there were still no doors. No more windows. He turned, the room spinning around him. He could hear the voices of his friends, echoing loudly in his ears like ghosts. He covered his ears, bending over in fear, "GET OUT MY HEAD."

The voices quieted and as he looked up, the figure had his mask back on, "Aren't you going to pick one?"

"Where am I?" He finally asked but the figure repeated the same question.

"Aren't you going to pick one?"

"Where. Am. I?" He repeated, this time more demanding. They didn't answer, "Fine. I'll play your stupid game." He read over all the slabs and pointed to Undo Your Death. The figure nodded.

"Thank you for visiting The Magic Shop."

"Tell me where the HELL I'M AT!" He ran to tackle him but everything flashed before him. He shielded himself from the blinding light, the figures last words echoing back to him;

All of your wishes come at a price.