(Video is not mine, although credit goes to the owner that made this.)
Y/N's P.O.V
I blinked one time, and then I blinked another time. Once I did, he was gone in a flash. I figured that I was just tired so I strolled back at camp and straight to my tent. I had plopped down on my cot and I let myself fall into the dreamscape.
It was dark, everything was just pitch black, suddenly I heard a click and the lights turned on to reveal a door. I glanced at the door, observing every inch of it, "Maybe I should open it..." I thought tip toeing slowly and silently to the white door that almost faded into black. I kept tip toeing until I had gotten close enough, I reached my hand out and grabbed the doorknob. Slowly, turning it. Then I gave it a little pull and opened it all the way open, as I opened the door, it revealed a man. My eyes widened. He looked a lot like David except the fact he had platinum blonde hair, pale white skin and baby blue eyes along with some white clothing. The smell of kool-aid pearmeated through the place. God... This place looks like an asylum... I know my dad once went to one. The doctors said he was "Crazy" or whatever, he turned around to see me. His smile grew wider when he saw me, I didn't know why it was almost like he wanted me here. Was he planning something? The man cleared his throat "Howdy!" "You must be Y/N,"
*CRACK*
"I've heard all about you!"
*CRACK*
My heart started pounding faster and faster, who was this man? And how does he know all about me? An abundance of thoughts filled my mind, then, all of a sudden, he was...
Gone...
My clothes started turning white, I looked around for the nearest mirror. Panicking. When I had found one, near the bed on the right. I looked into the partly shattered mirror, my Iris' started growing larger than normal, I had a smile plastered on my face... I started feeling another feeling... I was.... Happy... But I didn't know why.
Ẉ̴̡̢̡̧̨̡̢̛̛̛̛̛̺̼̹̫̰͔̼̦͎̩̞̥̪̼̲̳̬̰̩͕̗̦̠̳̼̰͔̙͎̠̰̟̟̮̜̹͇̟̣̦̪̰͔̞͙͚̲̿̒͐̄͐̂͛͆͋͒̊̇͌̌͒̔̃͂̄̔̄͗̄͒͗̋̔̈͆͌̿͌̐̓͐̽̃̂́͗̍̀͋͐̐̓̽̎͋̾͂͒̍̀͂̀̄̑͐̆̿͋͌̆͛̇̓͋̔͊̇̀͛͌͌̈̊̔́̎̃̌̒̅̓̈̅̉͊͒̃̈̂̈́́̐̔̌̊́͐͂̾́͗̀̑̆̍̏͋̿̈́́̌̈̄̈́̑̉̉͌͆̈́̊̀͛̚͘͘̚̕̕̕͘̕͜͜͠͠͝͝͝͝ͅh̴̨̡̡̡̧̡̨̡̧̢̛̠͚̱̗̺̰͔̳͕̬̤̳͈͚͍̰̫̥̪̜̯̼̭̗̗̪͎͈͓͉̖̬̠̲̮̘̱̥̟̼̞̫͖̰̙͇͈͔̱̘͔̣̯̫͙̥͙̗͕̝͖͓̪̼̹͓̮̘̝̯̦̙̮̪͎͈̞͍̩̠͉̪̱̲̭̦̝̠̗̩̠͚̞͇̗̪̟͍̻̳͕̮̩̝̮̠̙͕̝͎̥͇̠̣̪̆̊̒̈́̉̍̍̆̔̍̎͒̆̆̔̓̈́̅̅̅̉̓͑̾̓̎̽̍͌̋̿̈́̂͐̈́͑͗̈́͐͘̚̚̚͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠ͅͅa̸̛̛̛̗͔͑͛̾̐͑̒̄̾̈͑͊̑̽̓̆̇͆͛̋̀̔͊̔͗̈̃͋̈̈́͗̌́̃͑̄͗̊̀̆́͌̒̈̇̓͐̽͌̇̀͗̈́͌̐̈́̿̌̈́̇̈́̄̑̍͑̑͌̅́͋̔̌͛̅̈́̇̏̇̋̄̓̔̄͌̂̄̚͘̚̚̚͘̕̕̕͝͝͝͠͠͠ţ̵̡̢̢̢̢̢̨̨̨̧̡̨̢̡̨̧̢̢̨̧̧̧̡̢̢̡̢̡̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛͉͍͖̦͎̮͔̞̤͇͈͙̰͎̦̥͎̫̣̠̝͍̳̱͙̜͖̯̲̮͉̺̖͚̟̭̰̠̼̪̲̝͙̬̼̯͉̤̙̮̠̻͔̤͚͎͙͔͈͙͇̱̣̘͎̳̙̲̞̞͕̻͚̬͍̝̙̩̜̳̭͈͕̥̺͓͈̼̤̪͎̻͍͇̞̱̗̲̪̟̜̻̻̺̻͎̻͕͚̙̯̙̠̯̠̯̟̹̜͖̮̤̠̫̪̱̳̮̠̪͉̳̝͖͚͉̝͇͍̬͈̖̲̞̙͚̞̞͔̳͉̫̘̦͕̞̣̜̟̞͈̩͍̮̲͙͖̺̻͇̻̦̦̟̙̙͎̖͍̗̥͇̘̣͚̹̥̠̖̦͕̣̘̪̭̠̬̤̯̠͎͚͖̻̪̮̬̠̖̙̱̩̣͈̭͓͓̮̜̭̭̩̳̮̥͉̝̖̊̆͆̆̎̐͋̈͛͂̄̒͛͆͆́̓͐́̏̒͒́̄̍͂̆͐̽̓̀̅̔̃̆́̇̓̉͆͆̊́̅͛̔̏̂̅̇͆͊͂̊̾͑͆̓͌̅̉̐̇̂́̈̌͋̇͋̎̔̂̓͋̎͋͒̂͌̓͛̉́̂̀͂͌̈́̓̄͒̑̈̀͋͋̂̈́͑͑̌͆̔̾̀̃̅͂͌̎͆̆͊̇̍̔́̍͊̈́̐͆̉͐͒̈́́̍̾̒̑̈̏̍̒̆͊̀̈́̉̀̐̓̀̄̈̏͐̽͗͋̾̊͑̽͐̊̌̇̔̐̍̀͂̈͋̀̌̀̉̈́̈͊̀̄̔̈̂̋͛̾̇͗̿̏͆̈́̊̅̒͛̄̈́̈́̅̓͆̈́̏̒̀̀̏̊̓̓̏̋̑̅͐̋̉̐̎͑̇̆̉͊̌̑̃̊̃͐̋͒̍͑̒́̈́̅͒̿̀̌̾̃̉̋̔̊̌̾̆͂͐̋̈́͊̄̓̇̌̕̕̚͘̚̚̚̕̚̕͘̚̚͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͠͠͠͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅ ̷̧̡̡̨̢̨̨̨̧̧̧̡̧̡̨̧̡̡̢̧̡̛̣̦̻͙̜̯̟͉̣̠͓̺͓͇̮̹͇̘̝̼͔̪͕̹͙̣̺͉̘͈͍̤͇͎̙͉̘͙̳̭͈̤̬̩̞̤̳̺̲̤̘̘̱̻̼͕͔̞͖̟͈̳̱̦̭̺͕̹͉̻̖̗̩͈͉̲̤͈̯̠͎͔̮͍͓̥̮͕̺̼͈͚̣̬͓͔̼͍͚͇̞͚̼̪̻͖͚̹̣̙̗̝̺͇͍̖̞͚̣͚̼̱̯̰̙̟̤͍̱̩͓̜̣̝͓̥̞̬͉̜̞͔̪͓̼̥̬̪͖̭̯̠͇̞̝̮̥͕͙͎͙͉̙̦̻̦͕̘̳͔͇̩͇͖̲͕̥̳̪͍͊̈́͂̐̓̽̆̀̾̇̄̒̐́̇̈́͛̀̈́̋̓̀̊̉̊̉̄͒̒̌͆́̈́̃̈́͒̈́̎̐͒̎̓̓̂̔̈̋͊̎̃͐͆̄̋̄̿̈́̾͋͌͒͊̈́̅͗͐̋̐͛̋̂̄̈́̓̎͊͂̆̌̓̂͋̈́̊́̇̄̂̿̊͘̚̚͘̚̚̚̕͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͠͝͠͝͠͠ͅͅḩ̴̢̡̢̢̢̧̧̧̧̧̨̢̧̧̡̨̡̨̢̧̨̹͚̩̪͔͎̞̦̭̻̤̥͚̪̗̦̫̬͖̱̣̲͕̝̰̯̘̺͖̣̲̥͙̜̳͎̟̞͔̩̥̲̲̯̪͉̥̗̮̜̞̣̯̘̺̰̙͚̲̩͔̥̦̯̫͈̺̩͖̟̲̲͈̺͇̝̝̲͕̦͓̳̤͇͕̲̬̰̼̭͙͈̥͇͖̲̠̠̣̬͕̦̪̬̭͍̹̫̤͚͎̖͎̼̲̗̺͙̗̪͎̩̦̫̞̙͎̰͎͚̝͙̠̦͖̻̦͕̬͉̮̰͔̰̼̫̠̳̬̦̯͔̞͙̣̙̻̘̦̻̘͔̤͓̜̖̟̮̱͔̞͉̖͎̹̙̝̱̫͙͓̩̝͔̞̥̘͈̫̫̻̬̪̻̘̹̤̫̠͇͓̙͓͔̬̤̙̻̯̮͓̝̱̖̮̲̰̥̳͍̫̬̰͖̩͔̹͖̠͇͙͕̜̬̱̯̭̯̥͓̯̯͈̬̯͓̜̩͎̲̗͔̗͖̱͔̪̖̼̽̀̇̇̉͛̽̀̏́̍̀̈́̉̃́̂̑̅̋͌̈̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͠͝͠ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅà̸̢̧̧̻̱͖̥̣̉͊̍̃̆̓̅̎͛́̓̄̿̓̀̇̽͊̎̽̾̈́̓̇̀͒̍̈́̀̎̀̽̽̔̈̒̈̋̀̀͋̊̍̐́̂̿̆̓̿́̂͘̚̕̚͝p̶̛̛͔̦͕͙̻̥͕̟̭̠̟̬̦̹̯̔̈́̆̒̌͂̄̆̅̂͂̓̓̍̀̋̄̾̍̂̅̒̑͌̔̎́̌͗͊́͗̎́̈͑̀̏̑͐͊̾̉̂̎̄͒̆͊́̑̓́̍͆̈̓̿̐̈͌̃̒̂̽͛͌̑͊̇͌̓̄̓̎͒̑̀͂̒̍̿͐͑͑̂̀̃̅̐̇̉̿̏̒̈́̐͆̏̍̃̋̔̌̀̈́͗̍͂͆̎̏͛͂̓̃́̽͌̑̾̄̐̉̌̄̃͌̾̕͘̚̚͘͘̕͘̚͘̕̕̕̚̕͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝ͅp̵̡̡̡̨̧̧̡̨̧̧̢̢̢̢̡̡̧̡̡̨̛̛̛̛̫͇̣̬͙̱̭͖̣͇͚͍͚̟͇̲͕͉̲͍̫̥̠̲̭͈̣̳̝̳͚̖͔̲̳̤̲̫̼͖̥̺̤͍̦̟̳̜͚̩̱͔͎̪̲̙̗̰͚͎͇̪̲͉͚̟͇̲͉̰͓͖͕̲͓͓̱̟̪̟̻͕͍̖̲̹̪̮̹̪̹̟̖̰̩̟͎͓̺̜̟̹̱̻͕͔̳̜͓͕̗̻̝͖̺̻̣̗̗̼͔͇̣̟̮̟̗͓̰̼̫̫͉͕͕͕̠̻̻̻̥͉̬̱̝̯̫̗̖̬̘̠̠̯͓͕͉͇̺͚̯̦̳̜̘̖̞͚̲̗̗͕͎̾̑͗̈̋̈́͆̽̐͊̀̌͊̎̊̔̂́͛͐̊̊̔̍͂̉̀́̔͑̋̋́̈́̓͊̓̓̂̐̀͌́̏̍̆͋̀͗̃̽̿͐͐͂̈́͋̓̃̋̍̅̿̈́̔̄̅͛̋͐́͌̑́̍͋͐̈͂̆̀̅̄͒͒̊̔̓̋̆̒͆̆̽̒̂̇̽͐̋̉̀̎̎̈́̈́̾́̑̄̈́̌̒̕͘̕͘̚͘͘͘̚̚͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͠͝͝͝͠͠ͅͅȩ̶̨̧̢̨̨̛̛̛̛̛̤̬̤̠̼͈̤̖̬̬̟̦̳͚̖̬̠̰͚̲̦͔̖̩͇͚͕̠̖̰̭̙̼̮͉͚̼͙̼̱̳̖̘͎̗͖̘̥̲̼̰͉̣̳̟͉͈͙̟̞̳͚̣͚̯̹̖͕̳͙̳͉̥͔͖̞̪̳͍̺͚̭̹͔̯͖̮͉̈̎̃͑̋̿̐̎̀̈́̓͗̆̋͛̀̓͗̏́̑̍̆͒̔̄̽̄͑̇̈̆́̍̒̑̈́͆̃̇̎̽̀̒̊̄̒͑̔́͛͌̍͑͂͗̅̀́̉͌́̆̌̑̅̌̈́̍͐̌̋̂̉̔̀́͑͂͊̃́̍́̈́͂͊̕̕̚͘̕̚̕̚̕͘͘͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅn̶̡̢̛̛̛͉͔̯̤̗͕͕͙̩̼̥̘̝̦̩̗͉͎̻̗̟̦̭̩͔̖̳͉͍̭̥̲̟̥͎̏̈̉̒̈́̓͊̈̑͌̎́̈̔͑̿̅̏͌́̅̄̓̅͛̔̀̐͂̓̆͐̔͂́̓̎̿̑͌̃̈́͆͒͒́̈̓̂̈́̔̾̀̾̎̋̏̾̽͛̉̈́̈̓͊̐͌͛͂́̎̑̒̎̂́́̄̈̄́̌̀́̈́̽̓̈́̑̅̾͊͒̈͆̾̀̃͋̃̊͊͆̉̌͒͐̃̇̀̈́̌̑̍̾͒̐̑̐̏̀͋̒̉̽͌̈́̓̆̀͗̄̎͗̌̇́̔̓̏͌̽̇̌͆̒̋̌̀̍̍͗̂̐̕̚͘͘̚̚̕̕̚͘̚̚̚̚̕͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝ȩ̵̧̢̡̨̧̨̨̢̨̡̢̨̧̨̨̡̢̛̛̛̘̟̻͓͓̩̜͉̼̖̞͚̭̺̖͍̗̲̹̩͕̻̻̬̗̭̪͙̫̲̠̮̺͓͚̤͍͇̥̝͈͈̮̰͔̪̞̯̯̣͕͇̖̩͈̼̳̮̞̰̯̯̫͇͙̼̙̦͇̩̤̩̫̗͖̭̪̠̼͓̯̜͙̰̗̗̤̺̺̥͎̬̫̗̤̭͉̭͔̼̜̞̟̣̗͙͕̳̻̖͍̟̻̙̱̫͓̘͉̗̤͖͇͈͚̞̫̫̻͈̝̱̝̜͇̥̼̪̺̪̤̲̦̬͈̙͇̭͎̜̱͍̺͈̯͈̯͍̫̫̯̻̣̦̥̞͊͋̌͛̃̂̒̈́̋̾́̆͊̉́̄̄̐̀͐́̒̅͑̇͆̓͋̾̔̓͒̀͋͗͛̊̀͆̒̔͂͊̽̏̽̆͑͗̉͊̌̔̂̆̀̑̓̐̈́͒́̇͋̌̊̆͒̏̂͗̈̄͋̋͑̈́̄̂͗̎̄̌͆̿͑̔̓͆̑̂̒͒̎̋̏͆̉̊̓̄̽͗̋̐͌̒͋̇͛̆̀́̌̇̏̎̉̃̊̓͆͑͒̇̄̆̑̈̉̎́̂͛̍͐̒̈́̀͋͒͊̓͛̈́͐̀̂̈́̅̇̔́̍̆̀̏̈́̍̆̀́̔̇͌̇̐̋̿̏͂̋̈̂͌̍̀̽͐̇̂̓̏̃̔͐̽͒̉̈͋̅̔̃̑̑͂̐͌̅̔́̂́͗͐͆͆̀̾͊̈́̍̅̍̕̕̕͘̕͘̕̚͘̕̕̚̚͘̚͜͜͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͠͠͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅḑ̷̨̨̢̡̡̨̢̧̢̢̢̢̧̡̡̢̡̡̢̧͙̮͖͉͍͎͔̰̮̰̼̪̥̦̱̫̝̹̟̖͖̯̼̙̞̙͈̙̹̣͓̗͇̳̹̻͙͙͇̹̖̱͈̤͍̟͍̠̼̯͎̘̬̱̜̟̪͓͓̣̣̞̱͇̼̦͖̰̼͖̭̳̭̘͈̦̭̞̮̠̺̻͈̰̲̱̫̘͇̳̰̞̬̻̠̠̻̬͚̲̘̜̭̰̣̙͉̘̠̯̤͕̼͉̘̱̰͓͔̖̙̖̤̗̗͎̟̫̺̹͇͇̻̱̰̼̦̭̣̥͚͕̰̥͈͕̗̹͚͔̬̱̲̩̭̝̜̖̱̺͇̻̦̩̮͚̗̙͙͔̝͚̻̩̞͓͎̼͉̥̝̾̎̂̒̉̽͋̀͗̐̋̈́̂̊̾̎̍͑̈͜͜͜͜͜͜͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅ?̷̢̢̨̡̧̢̨̧̨̡̡̧̡̡̧̧̡̧̨̛̛̛̰̤̗̹̻͙̻̝͈̦͈͎̯͎̙̬̝̠̪̞̪͖̠͈͚̫͚͍̦̳̺̪̪̻̩͓̭̮̣̜͕̺̳͚̝̜̠͈͇̲͓̗͖̣̤̦̗͉͙̲̼̳͕̻̟̱͎̜͔̖̝̘̬̦̰͈͙̘̬̙̟̗̥̩̥̭̙͉̺͍̤̝̬̳͎̼̝̦̥̝̖͚̗̲͚̯͎̘̰͙̞͉̭̣̣͖̦͔̪̮͉̜͔̞͉̻͔̘̞̳̻̭̣̰̫̣͇͈̯̼̼̥͓̞̪͓̮̮̲̬̻̪͎̖̹͇̠̙̜̼͉̘͓̻̥̰̪̦̫̲̞̭̞͚͓̤̟͚̟̰̠̮̤͕̙̦̞͇̺͚͔̙͎̯̘̲͖̗͔̖̟͉̖̹̻̱̝͇̰̙̩̼̠͍̞̽͗̎͊̋́̾̀̃̾̈́̐̎̑̓͒̇̋́̄̓̀̑̍͑̀̇́̔͋̇̈́̉̂̾̀́̈́͐̽̒̉̔̎̾̂̈́́́̈̾͗̇̔́͑͊̍͗̈̔̏͗̈̀̀̂͋̈́́̇̍̓̾̎̽͛̑̍̾̑̀͊͒̑͒̇͑͗́̐̅͐̔̂̆̅̐̐̎͒̽̄͒̿̀̐͑̃̄̉͘͘̕͘̕̚͘̕͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅ
I shot up from my cot, breathing so fast... I looked around. I was at camp, that dream.... It felt so fake but then again... So real... I shrugged it off. I'm guessing it's nothing.
Timeskip
Everyone is gathered around in the Mess Hall "Who the fuck is that?" A familiar voice said. I looked around, I saw Max, Clover, Bitch... I mean Clive, Nurf, Crazy German Art Teacher, Nikki, Magic Kid, Female Magic Kid, Neil, Space Neil, Nikki, A teenager that looks or thinks she is cool, Shakespeare wannabe, Gwen isn't around, Happy-Go-Lucky David, and David- wait what? I rubbed my eyes to see the same guy from my dream. How the fuck is that even possible? Whatever, I also noticed two girls that I have never seen, One looks spoiled, and the other looks so happy... She looks a lot like the guy I had in my dream... Somethings up...
To be continued...
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