**REWRITING** After traveling to the countryside to take a break from society, Monty Darling was beginning to relax into the solitude. That is, until an influx of nightmares and sightings of a blue-eyed, shadowy figure start to threaten her safety and mental state. Paranoia plagues her existence, and just when she feels she's on the brink of insanity, she dreams of a radiant star, then finds a naked man beaten and starving in the cornfields behind her house, growing enamored by the mystery and child-like innocence he possesses. **TW: Mental illness, disillusionment/detachment, swearing, violence, horror, gore, slight sexual content (nothing too explicit), mentions of child abuse, imprisonment, mentions of psychological abuse/manipulation **Michael is not famous in this story. ***And thank you so much for the lovely cover, motownmimi. It really means a lot to me.

"It causes your immune system to turn against you," I explained gently. The color terrifyingly drained from his face as he stared at his knuckles. "I have a spot," he whispered, his voice scraping like glass. "Right here." He let out a strangled noise as the stadium footage buffered. "Riley!" he shrieked, covering his burning face while peering through his fingers at his future self. "Those pants leave absolutely nothing to the imagination!" He went so unnaturally still I thought his heart had stopped beating. His charcoal-stained fingers curled into tight fists. "Fifty," he whispered, scanning the fatal summary on the glowing screen. "I am... I am gone at fifty." What if the only way to save your future was to completely abandon your past? In 1982, Michael Jackson is suffocating. Trapped behind his family's compound gates and drowning under industry pressure, the rising star just wants a life of peace and normalcy. The universe answers-violently ripping him from his timeline and dropping him onto the bedroom rug of Riley, a freelance graphic designer in the year 2025. Stranded forty-three years in the future, Michael must face a world that already knows his tragic history. But Riley fiercely refuses to let that history repeat. She offers him the anonymous, ordinary life he always craved, rebuilding his shattered confidence brick by brick and teaching him the radical concept of self-love. More importantly, she arms him with the ultimate weapon: the brutal truth. She gives him the exact names of the snakes hiding in his 1982 backyard, the upcoming betrayals, and the devastating tragedies he is destined to face. When the universe inevitably pulls him back, Michael is no longer the timid pop star terrified of his shadow. He is a king preparing to claim his throne, knowing exactly how to rewrite music history and what it takes to survive. But armed with the future, changing his fate might cost him the one person who taught him how to live.

𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙧𝙖 • 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟕-𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟏 "𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦." 𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳-𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘖𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 2021. 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘫_ © 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: #𝟏 𝘪𝘯 𝐦𝐣𝐟𝐚𝐧 #𝟏 𝘪𝘯 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐟𝐩𝐨𝐩 #𝟏 𝘪𝘯 𝐦𝐣𝐣 #𝟐 𝘪𝘯 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫 #𝟑 𝘪𝘯 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 #𝟒 𝘪𝘯 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘖𝘧 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱, '𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 • • • For twenty-nine years, Amelia Johnson's goal was to be the best version of herself that she can ever be. Her desire to be the greatest at all she does traps her in something far more dangerous than she could have imagined. But within her own world and her own protective shell, a name with such gravity can shatter her heart to pieces; Michael Jackson. The uncertainty of her feelings for him makes it unbearable for one heart, perhaps too much for her. (This story is set in the year 1988 | Bad Era - Early Dangerous Era) Word count: 100,000-125,000 start: 01/03/21 end: 08/06/21