[N x Reader] Insertion Point

Chapter 1 - Crisis Averted

"Start with something you know they said. Well, what do I know?" you mumbled to yourself, fingers drumming lightly on a keyboard without truely typing a word. "I could always... no, that's been done to death." A deep sigh from the depths of frustration escaped your lips as you stared at the blank word processor, the cursor blinking continuously. Glaring at the screen, you nearly jumped as you felt a tap on her shoulder. Glancing up, a pale bespectacled young man with ultramarine eyes and black hair stood at your back.

"I can't help but notice the loaded sigh, is there anything I can help with?" His kind words held a hint of laughter. Apparently, he found your predicament amusing enough to stop.

Shaking your head, you turned back to the computer, glancing down to the ticking timer at the bottom of the screen. "I'm just about out of time anyway, I may as well give it up. Thanks though." Your soft voice slightly cracked at the end, many days of not speaking had an adverse effect on trying to be smooth. Clearing your throat quickly, you turned back towards the man who had yet to move. It was then that you noticed that he had been studying you closely. Unsure and uneasy about what that might mean, you gathered a few notebooks half covered with badly written blurbs and childish drawings, tucking them under your arm. "Uhm, yeah. I'm gonna go, thanks again."

Quickly turning and setting of in the fastest not-quite-running-walk as you could, you ducked into the elevator, tapping the ground floor button.

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Why exactly had you been trying so desperately to type something at the computer in the library you may ask. Well, this is your story. Something tells me that you were trying to come up with something important. Something so important, not even you - yourself knew what it was. Maybe it was a school report, maybe it was the romance novel of the ages, perhaps it was a murder mystery so dark and alluring that the internet would think it was real, what we do know is that it will never be written as you just got ran over by a car.

... wait, what? Lets backtrack here.

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Pouting slightly at your inability to capture your thoughts into proper words, you exited the library, holding the notebooks above your eyes to negate the sudden glare as the harsh mid-afternoon sun bounced off the passing cars into your sensitive (e/c) eyes. I really wish Dad hadn't broken his computer. It's such a pain to trek all the way here just to use the computer. Your musings were suddenly cut short as the screeching of tires and blare of a horn caught your attention, both coming from the direction plagued by the piercing sunlight. It took mere moments to realize the sounds were coming towards you at a quick rate, but by then it was too late. A last minute effort to get out of the way of the speeding vehicle and it's malicious skid across sun-baked asphalt you jumped back towards the library. A voice was calling nearby but you didn't have time to register anything else. The screeching horn blared into your ears as time stood still and your life flashed before your eyes. "Shit."

Your world went black.

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Searing pain throbbed through your head as you tried to open your eyes into the blinding whiteness ahead of you. Heaven isn't supposed to hurt, but it's too bright for hell. A sound like white noise played in your ears, slowly fading into voices clashing around you - a cacophony of sound echoed as sirens and shouting reached your ears, and then a warm deep voice spoke from nearby, "Miss, are you alright?"

Your eyes tried to focus, seeing nothing but a blurry sea of teal and red-orange. Fiercely blinking, it focused into the serpentine form of an Archeops' face. You realize that you were being gently clutched by it's feathered arms. Smiling at the pokemon, you glance around, instantly regretting the moment you do so as the throbbing in your head increases. Holding your head and squinting as if it will solve the problem, the voice is joined by another softer but firm one in concerned harmony. "You should probably get checked when the ambulance gets here, you really don't look like you're doing too well."