W̵h̴o̵ ̷a̷m̴ ̴I̵ ̴b̸e̶f̸o̴r̵e̷?̴
A wondering being who is not satisfied with the life she has? A̵ ̶ ̶p̴e̶r̴s̶o̵n̷ ̷w̷h̷o̶ ̷d̷r̴e̸a̶m̵s̵ ̶o̸f̶ ̷l̶e̵a̶v̶i̸n̷g̷ ̴r̶e̷a̴l̴i̵t̴y̵ ̵a̷n̶d̶ ̴c̵h̶o̴s̸e̶s̵ ̷t̶o̸ ̵l̷i̵v̴e̵ ̷i̶n̵ ̸h̷e̵r̵ ̵f̷a̶n̶t̵a̴s̸i̷e̸s̵?̶
̷
̵I̶ ̶c̴a̴n̴'̸t̴ ̶t̵e̴l̸l̸.̸ ̷I̸t̴ ̶a̶l̵l̷ ̷s̶e̵e̵m̶s̴ ̷b̸l̴u̷r̷r̵y̵ ̴a̸n̸d̴ ̶u̷n̸r̸e̴a̵c̷h̶a̸b̷l̶e̵ ̷n̵o̷w̵.Who am I now?
Ē̵̤v̸̞͆e̶̗͂r̶̥̆y̶̰̅o̸̬͠n̴͍̈́e̶̛͚ seems to know except for one person, me.
How can t̸̰̠̆́̌̈̈̉h̸̨̢̜̗̗͔̔ͅȩ̴̡͍̣̩̪̠̦̀̃̅̉̂̅̚ỹ̵̪̳̈́̈́͠ be so s̸̪̝͈͋̋̀̃͂͠u̴̜̳̱̟̇͋̍͜r̷̜̰͎͒̅͜ĕ̶̱͒̋̈́̄?
They haven't taken the time to even know me. They just know l̴i̶e̷s̷. They're nothing but l̴i̶e̷s̷.
I̸ ̵a̷m̶ ̴a̶ ̶l̶i̸e̸,̶ ̴a̷n̷d̸ ̷t̴h̵a̷t̶'̸s̸ ̷a̷l̷l̴ ̷I̵ ̷w̵i̶l̵l̴ ̵b̷e̸.̷ ̷
I even lied to the one I l̶o̸v̶e̵. How funny is that?
And because of that l̴i̶e̷, he hates me now. Not only because the l̴i̶e̷s̷, but the things I've said to him.
H̵̡̭̀̍͝ͅe̴͙̤̐̄̃͑ ̸͓̗̩̆́́̾w̶̛͖̣̜̝ą̴̧́͊̏̀s̵̻̄̍͆̕ ̸̤̱͙͊͛̿t̶̢̞̂̈́ͅr̶̖̫̯̉̈́̉͒y̴̧̯͈̅i̵̲̭̱̠̕n̴͚̋̔̔͜g̷̠̐͆ ̵̼̯̳̂̆ț̸͗͗o̶͇̜̯̐̆̍̈ ̷̠̬͆ͅh̶̼͂͐̈ȇ̷̟͚͖͗ͅl̴̬̮̼͘p̸̹̝̠̭͂̌͊͐,̵̨̀͆͌ ̸̨̳̫̕t̶̛͇o̵̼̻̦͛̌ ̸̨̫̳̌̇m̷̢̯͎̀̇̄͘a̵̼̲͕̿͠ḳ̴̯̫̃è̶̛̹͛̈́ ̸̝̀͌͠t̷̢̻̒h̴̤͎̻͖̿ĩ̷̡̛̯̯̯̇́n̷͚̳̉͘g̷̢̛̲s̷̨̳̰̆̌ͅ ̵͓̉r̸̹̮̯̰͐̀i̷̟͔͌̍̑̚g̴̜͔̿͘h̸̘̬̾͒̇t̶̄ͅ.̸̜͚͝ ̴̼̞̫͉͐͛̕͠Ī̴̢̠̖̥̄̉̚ ̶̭̹̤̮̚g̴̜̺͛̔ū̸͊͝ͅe̷̬̍̎s̷̢̪̲͙̈͝s̷͚͎̤͒̚,̴͚̃͆̈́ ̵̣̹̣̝̾̏Į̷̬͎̬̆̋ ̴̲͕̣̗̈́t̵̤͛̉̈ȟ̸̠̮̉̕ĩ̵̼̹͇n̶̩̬̼͊̈́̈́̀͜k̵̲͐͆ ̵̢̢̨̭͂̆̑̚ṱ̶̡͔͠ö̸̡̝͚̜́o̷̢̱͎̊͠ ̸̨̤̾ĥ̸̗͚̘͂i̴̲̘̇g̷̯͎̘͆h̵͙͓̎̀̒l̴̦̯̖̇̓̓͘ỳ̴̯̤̜͚̊̍ ̶̩͇̍̅̂̐ȍ̷͉̻̗͠ͅf̸̘̙̀̅͛͊ ̸͔̈h̶̯͍̦͕͗̎i̷̙̝̱̪̎̉̓m̸̹̙̞̰̕͝ ̴̡̳̍̈́̓ť̷̮͒̐̀ȟ̴̝ą̵̝̰̘͝ṱ̷̢̩̈́͑̊̚ͅ ̷̩̫̮͗͐͒̚͜h̶͈̯̼̥̚͝é̶̗͚͎̼̈́̕͝'̷̮̗͎͓̃̍̃l̸̻͙̰̬̓̈͆l̴̪͕̪̏ ̴̪̥̖̟͒͐̅͝n̴̟̗̔͌͝e̵͔̩͛̽̎̽v̶̨̖̣̠̓̑̑ē̸̩̬͚͚ṙ̷̝̲̽ ̸̣̳̓ẖ̸̈̅̎ŭ̶͇̿́̎r̶͍̈t̷̬̖̥̼͌̌́̐ ̵̨̮͉̮̔̀m̸̡̼̤͇̈̀̚e̵̡͓̮͂̒.̷̹̞̌̑
Now, he'll n̶e̷v̶e̸r̴ rescue me.
W̶h̸y̸ would he?
H̸̭̉̐͝ĕ̸̙͚̈́ ̴̢̊̿h̸̥͖̭͐a̸̙̲͔̠̽͊t̶̹̻͚̔̂́͂ê̷̹ṡ̸̖̈́ ̶̥̀͛͂͝m̷̑̉̇̆͜e̶̯̫̿̐.̷͖̀̐ ̷̩̂̔̐
̷̦̃͊̉
̶͓̠̘̈́̋͆Į̵̍̓ ̴̰̜̝̹̊̐l̷̤͕̹̈́ͅi̴̟̱̚e̶̢̹̮̠͌̑d̴̪̈́ ̴̡̞̯̉͛̎t̷̬̊͝o̴̡͖̔ ̷̬̤̭͗̈́h̸̛̭̟̉̒͝i̷̼͚̎̀̆m̴̺̫͙̉.̶̰̀̃ͅ ̸̻̤̰̈́
̶͖̯̅͛
̵̹̭͛Į̷̑̅͝ ̸̞͓̥́̑̇l̴̰̽͝ō̵͔͕̥͊ṽ̵͚̪̈́̔e̶͈̝̰̗̾͆̌̀d̴͈͈̉́ ̵̛͓̯̠̌̂ḫ̸͔͕̫͂͛͛ï̷̮̃m̷̨̫̟̝̽̀͂.̶̫̻̋͘͠ ̶̨͚̥̼̈́
̷̟̥̄͊̔He won't rescue me.
N̶̉ͅơ̶̘̓t̷͉̅͠h̷͙̾͌i̵̗̐̐ͅn̸̞̈́͂ğ̵̙̚ ̴̼̙̎̓m̵͙̃ą̴̭̚t̵̼͑̌t̶̹̥͒̈́ẽ̶͍̭͝r̸͓̐̌s̴̨̔ ̴̹̖̒n̴̚ͅō̷̟̃w̷̘̉́.̶̝̲̃̾
He d̵̛͖̂e̵͋͜s̷̈́͜p̵̧̊ī̸̤ṡ̶̥̌e̴͍̣̾͛s̸͓̀̕ me.
I l̴̮̈i̶͈̓e̷̳͈͂d̵̬̯̈ to him.
I l̷̰̓̚ó̶̝v̵̭̑e̴̡̿͒ď̴͙ him.
He'll n̶e̷v̶e̸r̴ rescue me.
I just want to e̸s̸c̴a̸p̶e̵, be free.
Ì̵͎̍ ̸̥͛̕w̸͈̓i̷̫̣̍̎s̴͚͒́h̷̘̼͠ ̷̝͍͌̂c̶̨̏̂ọ̵̢͑u̵̲̎̾ḻ̵̡̈́d̵̮͝ͅ ̷̨̃͝s̸̠͙͝ṱ̴̌̾ȏ̸͕̊p̷̨̩͑̕ ̶̡̼͒̒ȁ̴̲͌ḽ̸̐̋l̵͓̼̄̉ ̵̧̫̀o̷͍͋̌f̸͓͕̂̍ ̵̝̅t̶̳̉h̶̢̻͊̈́e̴̥̗͂͐ş̴̔ȩ̸̭̇ ̸̻͇̃̕l̷̮͑i̵͚͎̅̽e̶͕͊̀s̷͖̖͌͝.̸̱̑̄
This time. this moment.
N̷̛̮ẹ̶͛v̵͎̑e̸̫͋ṟ̵̓̓ ̶̢̡͗͐e̶̳̔n̴̳̓̈́d̸̯̪͐͗i̸̫̗͝n̴͈͚͆̕g̷̩̐̂ͅ ̴̠̥̎͝ń̴̺̟o̵͋ͅr̴̦̱̄̀ ̸͍͘s̸͓̖̄t̵̼̰̎a̵̩͋̂r̷̡͆̽t̷̋͜i̸͖͒̊ń̷̙͉g̶̺͗.̵͇̠̐ ̴̪͐͌J̸̢͍͐̅ù̶̳s̴͎̥̃t̸̝̀ ̷͇̹̎f̴̹̄̇r̸̰͔͊̓ŏ̴̹̠̎z̷͚̣̅ȩ̶̗͐͝n̸̨̽.̶̺̾̐͜ ̵̩̙̆͠I̶̙̽ ̴̙̃̍c̵̱̩̔͊ö̴̻́u̵̻̮͑l̴̟̤̂͝d̴̠̒̈́ ̷͙̈́͂ŝ̶͕p̵̞̕ë̵̩ń̴̟͜ḑ̸̬̏ ̶̪̜͐m̷̪̖̈̏y̷̥͉̒ ̵͙͉͊l̶̛̬̦i̸̛̭̟̍f̴̗̎e̸̲̅̀ ̴̦̞̓ẖ̴͋͒e̵̖̙͛ṙ̷̟ȩ̴́ ̶̻̂̎i̸̺͐n̸̢̜̏̄ ̸̖͌ṭ̵͐̏h̵̗̔ͅi̸̙̞̒s̵̰̹͋ ̶̠̒͋f̶̥̾r̴̢͇̎͛ǫ̷̳̈́z̷̫̤̒̚e̶͈̣͋̀n̷̮̫̉ ̴̗̉̚c̴̤͌͜î̴̡t̸̗͛ẏ̵̯͍͌.̴̛̮̣ ̵̤̳̐
N̶o̷ ̴m̵o̵r̷e̶ ̵d̷a̴y̵s̶ ̶w̷a̵s̴t̵i̶n̵g̶ ̵a̴w̴a̴y̵.̶ ̷
N̴͓͖͈̈́̊͗ỏ̶̢̻͊́̀͊͜ ̸̫̈́͌̀ṁ̵̗͍͕͋o̷̙̰̗͚̗̊̇̓r̴̖̭̩͙̹̞͛́e̵̖̠͙̎̈́͛̔̿̚ͅ ̸̨̲̖̪͙̺̔l̷̥͓̠̝͑͂î̸̺̬̐ę̷̩̤͎͍̏͜s̸̝͠ ̴̣̮͘c̵̡͕͈͖͎̣̈́̓͝ṙ̷͉̊̇͆̎͠ẹ̵̢̖͍̹̜͆̏͂̀͊a̴̞͋̆̏̋̀̌t̵̳̣̯͒̿e̵̛͇̳̦̓̏̈̆̀ḑ̵͖̏͂͘.̸̡̼̘͎͉͆̒ ̶̬̱̪͔̿͒
N̸o̴ ̵m̷o̵r̸e̸ ̷t̶e̴a̴r̷s̴ ̷s̶h̶e̷d̸.̶ ̷
̴
̵N̶o̴ ̴m̷o̶r̴e̸ ̵j̶e̷a̴l̵o̵u̸s̷y̷.̴ ̶N̴̛̝̩͚̲̓͌̂ó̸͉͙͒ ̴̢̢̻̠͖̂m̶̤͋̆o̸̮͍̪͎͐̓̈́̃̚̕ŗ̵̧̞̥̱̐̈́ė̸͕̻̣̯̱̍̓̚̚͜ ̵̻̄͑͜p̷̯͖͈̹̓͆a̸̧̺͉̘̔i̶͓̫̽̈̎̚n̴̞̼̔̽̕.̸̻͔̘̄͋̃̐͜
̸͙̆͑͊͛͠
̴̙͕͖̊̃͒̈́N̴̘̜̻̪̽̃͌̓̂̚o̸̱̿̐͘ ̷̮̾̈́̀m̴̖̗̺͑͗o̷̭̅͆ŗ̵̮̗̜͎͖͗̑̚e̴̲̬̍̊ ̵̛̼͎̥̾̍̍̊s̶͍̜̱̩͚̱̾a̶̳̍̔ͅd̴̻̳̮̮͂͌̈̂̕ñ̶̞̫̩̳͓͌́̓̋͘͜e̴̢̥̫͆̀s̶͔̪̹̍ş̷̺̦̜͝.̴̧̦͎͓̭͐͜ ̶̛̠̲̾̈́̿N̷o̷ ̶m̴o̷r̷e̸ ̸N̴o̴r̴r̷i̸s̵v̴i̴l̸l̸e̷.̶ ̸
N̵̨͖͉̑̂̚͝ó̵͙̣̟̭͜ ̵̮̫̘͖͖̈́̇̀͜͝͝ṁ̸̦͝ò̸͈͚͓̼͙̝r̸̬̘̱̫̈́͆̋̔̈͝ë̶͎̲͔̯̪́̍͆͘̚ ̵̧͚̓Ñ̸̡̥̬̝͛ͅi̶̝͎͈̰͛ñ̵̖̋̅̅ͅͅj̸̬͇̹̬̞̍̄̾a̶̛̠̙̯͂͒̀̋͑.̸̧̙̯͈̈̋͝ ̴̜̘̀̆͝
̵̧̛̥̤̻̮̃̇̅͘͜
̴̙̂̀̚͝Ň̴̻̿̿ö̵̢̬͔́̿͛̀ ̵̫̖̉̓͋̏ͅm̶̨̗͙̎͋͘ô̶̹͙̣̈́͌r̴̡̹̝͖̀͊̚e̸̱͆̈ ̶̨̺̌͛̄͘Ṛ̸̫̍̕a̴͙̲̓̋̇͐̈́͠n̵͕̟͚͈̖͉̒̏͋́̕d̶̨̹̺̙͒̊y̶̤̩͙̻͇̱̍̐͘.̷̺̆͝N̴̡̦͖̯̲͖͌͗̾̀̅́̈́̊͋͐̿̉̀̏̓̎͌̂͗̽̎͊̒̊̓̃́͑̐́̎́̔͘͝o̸̢̨̡̧̢̧̢̭̹̟̯͙̱̥͍̥̤̱̼͚͈͓̰̱̝̟̘̖̪̮͙̦̯̥̮̭̩͚̎͐͗̊̂̅ͅ ̵̧̨̛̛̣͚͔͈͕̣̬̦͇̣̯͓̖͉̩̙͉͕̬̝̝͖̍͊̿̏͌̿͛́̎͂̃̆͑̋̏̓̃̑̇͛̌̀̿̈́̈́͊̽̕͘͜͜͝͝͝ͅḿ̷̢̧̧̡͍͓͓̲͍͔̱͇͖͉̟̭̱̺̰͎͈̥́͆̌̀̈́͘̚͜͜ǫ̶̥̟̫̫̠̩̘̯̮̈͊͋̉̀̑̿͐̃͐̈́̌̃͛̈̄̔̀̈́̓̊̾̎̌͋̇͑̕̚̚͝ŗ̶̧̡̨̨̢̣̳̟̼͙̫͕͍͎͙̞̱̪̮͕̺̜̤͍̖̜͖̗͇̤̯͖̤̰̺͕̣͌̓̍̑̄̒͐͗̌̀̉̅̐̌́̋̈́̃̌́̉̀̈̃̔ͅe̷͈̗̦̭̝̯͔̼̹̘̮̓̿̀͋͂̉͐͌́͗̄́̀́͗͆̐̎́͋͛̓͊̓̍̅̇̅̈́̕͝͝͝ ̴̢̡̧̛̛̹̠̰̺̤͙̗̫̱̙̗͓͚̝̯̹̲̫̟͑̑̃͌́̈́͊̊̀̎͂͊́̅͐̋̐̌̓̇̅́͒̑́̊͛͌͜͜ͅ(̵͓̼͇̦̜̟̱͍̈́̏͆͝Y̵̡̢̡̹͚͎̟͎̖̫̣̰̰͎̝̥̝̩̫̲͇̼̣̗̜̲̠͚̖̮͍̭̺̖͓̜̐̿̇̈̓̇̀̽̾́̃͑͘̕͜͝/̶͎͔̖͉̭̬̩͕͈̮̮͓̠̹̭̞̜̳͓̻̻̜̰͕̼̜̑̅̐́̍͐̎n̴͖͂͌̆͛̓̾̏̑͛̏̏̈́̏́͆͑̓̑͌̀̄̆̑͒̓̓̽̆͘͘͝͝)̷̢̨̧̛̛͉̩̼̭̠̥̙̟̞̤̬̗̜̥͎̹͕͈̮̙͇̲̥̫̟̼̭͖̪̮͚̫̠͒̀̾̽͒͗̓͆̿͋̉͗̅͂̒̋̔̂̉́̀ͅ.̷̳̉́̌̊̂̅̌͗̅̅̈́̽͗̍̑̀͛͂́̈́͛͊͊͑͘͠͝͝
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Just Passing By (Reader X Randy Cunningham)
FanfictionFor a long time YOU have been wishing for a season three... And hoped you could escape reality for awhile and felt what it would be like to be on a particular show... But what if YOU were given a chance..? Considered as an alien (explanation is in t...