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Y/N WAS STRAPPED TO A CHAIR, NOT KNOWING WHERE SHE WAS NOW. Suddenly finds himself slowly moving forward; staring at the galaxy projection that surrounded her in amazement. After the walls lit up, a soothing voice started to speak to her.
"Fear not, for you are found. You are home, and there is no going back. No one leaves this place." Y/n listened, her eyebrows relaxed squinting her eyes forward trying to see everything, her lips in a straight line.
"But what is this place? The answer in Sakaar." The tunnel walls show images of Sakaar's place in the Cosmos. "Surrounded by cosmic gateways, Sakaar lives on the edge of the known and unknown." Images of the wormholes that cover Sakaar's atmosphere.
"It is the collection point for all lost and unloved things. Like you. But here in Sakaar, you are significant. You are valuable. Here, you are loved." A small frown formed on her lips, blankly looking over at the slideshow projected around her.
"And no one loves you more than the Grandmaster." Images of the Grandmaster, in silhouette, arriving on Sakaar. "He is the original. The first lost, and the first found. The creator of Sakaar and the father of the Contest of Champions." Images of the arena where aliens battle to the death.
"Where once you were nothing, now you are something. You are the property of the Grandmaster." The lights around her started to flash rainbow, slowly; with her seat going forward again. "Congratulations! You will meet the Grandmaster in five seconds."
Images around the tunnel begin speeding up. Chaos, violence, and confusion mixed in with Grandmaster's face. Thor, already bewildered, looks on the verge of panic. "Prepare yourself. Prepare yourself. You are now meeting the Grandmaster" Closing her eyes in discomfort, she flinched at how fast the chair was going.
Before light hit her face, Y/n felt this opening her eyes fully; with her eyebrow creased; and a frown on her gaped mouth. Before she stood a man with grey hair and a blue strip down his chin; staring at him confused and discomfort.
She was too distressed to notice the oddly dressed colourful guards that were around her. The Grandma is a tall mysterious man in golden robes. He is looking right at her, causing her to grow self-conscious.
Pulling back; she saw a woman guard next to the grandmaster. Two golden ladies loiter to the side, and other people were seen in her side view, the grandmaster just stares at her; confused.
"This is her?" The grandmaster questioned, rising his eyebrows and sitting on a blue throne almost. "It is her," He looked at the Valkyrie mark sitting on her forearm, causing Y/n to pull it into the chair almost hiding it.
