Travis's goal (A Travlyn fanfiction)

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Travis knew it was fine. It wasn't his fault he was being possessed. In fact nobody means to be controlled. Travis had forgotten, thanks to a spell, how much his father struggled to stay in control. Michael never want to see his school plays or projects. He had to only hope his dad was in control long enough to make it to those things. By eighth grade Travis had given up on him and told him to not worrying about coming. That wasn't the bad part though. The worse days were the days where he came home to his dad holding a potion in his hand. Some days it was him the potion was given to. Other days in was another kid his age. He remembered a young girl with blue hair one time. She was crying and her mother yelled at her for crying. That she should be tougher than that. Eventually the girl stopped coming. Along with all the other children. Leaving Travis as the only kid to test potions on.

Travis laid on the bed given to him, staring up at the ceiling. He had voices in his head. He wanted to listen to them. But then what would Katelyn think of him. What about their other friends. After thinking for awhile he drifts off to sleep.
Sirens...he could hear sirens. Handcuffs on the killers wrists. Broken...the handcuffs were broken. There was a faint sound of a baby crying. No not a baby. Around the age of four. Then purple smoke...or mist. Like the magic aura of something evil. There was a disturbing feeling in the air, thick and cold but not naturally. The smell of blood, lots of it.

Travis woke up. There were no police sirens. No abnormal sense. No crying children. Just the same boring room. How long has it been? Three months? Or maybe four? Travis did try to convince himself he wasn't there for a month when in a really ill mental state. Aphmau had gone home. It was just him. All alone. He woke up with no motivation to get out of bed. If it wasn't for Micheal their family secret would've stayed secret. Now everyone questions if Travis is really human. Spoiler alert. He's not. And Irene was gone. Of course he wouldn't have known if Micheal hadn't hinted at it when controlling his body. But he knew now. Irene was dead. Nobody could protect them from any other people trying to hurt them. The shadow lord has always said that he wanted another world. A world where things were peaceful. That was this place wasn't it?

Travis heard a knock on the door signaling him to wake up. He opened the door. He talked. He walked out. Talked some more about the dream he had. He walked back in. And that was that. That was Travis's life. Travis didn't dare look into the mirror on his way back to his bed. He wasn't ready yet.