Y/N POV
We have all split up into different directions, each running away from the 'things' . To see how close they were to me, I looked back. This being the first time seeing them, it startled me.
These were not monsters, as they were dolls. Life. size. dolls. They had black hair and all-black eyes with porcelain skin. They were wearing off-white vintage outfits. I only caught a glimpse of what was next to them, before I had to look back so that I didn't fall. What was running next to them was not one of them.
I looked back once more and saw it was a scrawny young man around the age of 20. His light brown hair was messy and he was wearing grey sweatpants and a Nike hoodie. I realized it was Elijah. What is he doing? I looked back for a final time and saw his eyes were black, like the dolls'. What happened to him?
Alex POV
I start slowing down and my body seems that it can't take any more running. I look behind me only to see life-size dolls mere inches away from me. One grabbed me and took me away. I try to scream, but my mouth seems to force itself shut, unable to open. I try to kick my way out of their grasp, but their force is too strong.
We travel the opposite way, which is the way I came. They take me through a series of lefts and rights. I'm trying to keep track of them so that I can find my way back if I escape, but it's useless. We finally reach a painting. They take it off of the wall and reveal a secret passage.
As they take me through, I notice jars of eyes on shelves. They seat me down in a chair and put locks around my wrists, ankles, and neck. I notice a chair next to me that seems to be used for the same thing. On a table next to that chair sits a jar of two brown eyes. What are they going to do to me?
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Game Over
Fanfiction[FINISHED] In this story, you have a dream that The Pals are in danger. You go to investigate. However, when trying to do so, you get swept into a video game. Will you find them? Will you survive? Read to find out.
