Y/N POV
Next, I just need to find the guys. I walk around the maze until I realize that this method will take forever, and I don't exactly have time in my favor. I make a loud noise so that they would come to me. I know it's risky, but I don't have much time.
I see Elijah turn the corner and run towards me. I let him 'capture' me. I pretend to kick out of his grasp, barely trying because it's a part of my plan.
He brings me right back to where I wanted him to go. The painting. As he tried to put me into the chair, I drag him down to where I am and quickly move out of the way. Then, I put the locks on him. It's absurdly difficult to restrain him.
Once I finally get the locks on him, I take a deep breath. I grab the jar of eyes with his name on it. How am I supposed to do this? Helpless worry fills inside of me. I look back at the watch.
10:56
I only have an hour left. This is no time to be helpless. I squint my eyes and yank one of the black eyes out. Just the thought of what I was doing almost made me puke. I quickly yank out the other one, trying not to think too much about it.
He then collapses in the chair, his body calmed. It seems almost as if I turned him off. I look back at the black eyes, sitting on the small table next to me. They were moving. Think fast. I quickly grab an empty jar and put them in. There's no way I'm letting them escape. Who's to tell what would happen?
I look back at Elijah, who's eye sockets were empty. I then look at the jar of his eyes. No time to waste. I quickly grab the jar, open it, and put his eyes in their designated place, all without trying to think about it.
He does nothing. I wait for a moment. Then, I wait a bit longer. He still does nothing. He still sits there, seeming lifeless. Is he... dead?
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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.
