Skulduggery Pleasant One Shots

Lost In A Book -My First FanFic

Lost in A Book 

You may think that I was sucked into my book or pulled between realities, but the truth is, I never left. I was in my room, re-reading Skulduggery Pleasant: Deathbringer when I heard an urgent 'pop'. I reluctantly raised my eyes from the juicy secrets sprawled across the well-loved page and saw someone familiar standing in front of my pale blue chair. He had meticulously untamed, light brown hair that stuck up from his head in a similar fashion to a porcupine. He didn't just wear or own his hair, he announced it. It looked ridiculous. He appeared to be in his early twenties and was wearing casual clothes, that despite the sun outside were drenched and muddied. His brown eyes caught the light and glinted with mischief, immediately contradicting his worried frown. I knew who this ridiculous and dishevelled boy was, I just couldn't put my finger on it. Fletcher Renn. Fletcher grabbed my arm and yanked me roughly to my lazy feet, and we were suddenly standing on an ancient, wooden pier, that groaned with the slightest change of the gentle yet unrelenting breeze. Sea salt attacked my nostrils, reminiscent of the day I spent at the beach with Lola. Freezing bursts of air pierced my skin, stabbing me with metaphorical blades.

"Go to the forest at midnight, there you will find a hotel. Tell no one your name. Enter the hotel and assist a tall man wearing an exquisite suit and a hat and a girl with long black hair and chocolate brown eyes. Waste no time, they need your help." Announced Fletcher eerily, and with that, he disappeared with a pop. I subconsciously knew that he was referring to Skulduggery Pleasant and Valkyrie Cain, and my body was tingling with excitement. But all this couldn't be real, could it?

Skulduggery and Valkyrie are just characters in my favourite book series. I was conflicted. I wanted to go and see, Fletcher was surely talking about the Midnight Hotel, but I couldn't see how any of this could be true. Despite my thoughts, I went anyway, out of sheer stubbornness and curiosity. I stumbled through the claustrophobic woods, thorns snagging at my clothes and branches tousling my hair. It occurred to me, as I journeyed through the forest, that I was no longer in (Insert country I live in here). I was in Ireland.

With my mouth a desert and my legs trembling, I cautiously stepped into a sweet clearing. My phone informed me that it was 11:59PM. My eyes observed of their own accord, drowning in a pool of thoughts, as a miniature hotel began to sprout in the centre of a ring of indescribable berries. I watched in fascination as it expanded before my eyes and morphed into a charming, old-fashioned dwelling.

The Midnight Hotel towered before me in all its mystic glory. I ventured forth, and felt the sturdy, reassuring hold of the moaning wooden steps, that despite their sturdiness made you fear they would cave. My feet went forward, swallowing my dominant fear, I turned the rusty, silver doorknob, and opened the door to the unpredictable. In a bright flash, a deafening blue light blinded my vision and swallowed me, only allowing me to see the silhouette of a tall, skinny man wearing an exquisite suit exquisitely. 

This is the first fanfic I ever wrote. I had to write it for school and photo shop myself into the cover of Midnight. It was the best school project ever.