Heheh new lads fic thingy I came up with after that look he gave in the idol banner and I'll probably continue this with the other boys too hehe (shh ik the banner's over i write slow)
Synopsis: Caleb wakes up. That's it.
~400 w
It started small. It started with that look. That fleeting glance toward the outside while devouring the lips of someone who had your face. It was brief, but it was enough to send a strange feeling down your spine. You knew why it was there, of course. As theory fodder, fanfiction fuel- a subtle nod to the fans.
So of course you had to talk about it.
But your brow quickly furrowed when your post was only met with confusion. How could it be that this was only occurring for you? What was going on? It couldn't be- you even included a screen recording, But your proof was only met with allegations of AI.
You sigh, rolling back in your computer chair. Why didn't they believe you? You knew what you saw. You had proof. Why did no one believe you?
The notes of the opening song shocked you out of your stupor.
Wait a moment, you were sure you hadn't opened the app... And the ambient noises of the Destiny Café shocked you even more. You hadn't opened the game. You hadn't logged in. You hadn't forgot. You were sure.
You shouldn't be staring at Caleb, absorbed in his floating screen, whose eyes you could swear were occasionally darting over to you.
Not the invisible fourth wall.
You.
And then he spoke- a new line, a line that wasn't programmed to.
"Wonderin' who opened the app, Pips? Who do you think?"
Your face went white as your blood ran cold. How did he know? He's not supposed to know.
No, think rationally.
This is some new banner you didn't hear about. Some... strange, 4-wall breaking, meta, suprise banner.
No, wait, you're dreaming. You'd fallen asleep in your chair and had started dreaming. That had to be it.
You just needed to take a little break from the game, that's all. You had playing it a bit too much.
You swiped up from the bottom of your screen, attempting to close the tab.
But nothing happened.
The home button wasn't working all of a sudden. Niether was the off button. Aside from the screen, which was displaying rapidly approaching Caleb, your phone had been bricked.
"Aww, Pips, that’s kinda mean. Tryna shut me off when it took me sooo long to reach you?" He lilted, sickly sweet. That voice betrayed nothing. There was a creeping feeling rising your gut.
Maybe... just maybe... this was real.
You wondered if you could hope for opposite things at the same time.
Had you resigned yourself to the fact that you were never going to get someone who treats you like they do? Yes.
But it will be a cold day in hell before you become so delusional that you think the game is talking back.
Synopsis: You have a strange dream and see some weird stuff.
~450 w
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A break, that's what you needed. Or a mental evaluation. But how would you explain this to a doctor? None of then would believe you. You hardly believe it yourself.
No, you couldn't tell anyone. This one... you had to figure out on your own.
But how was the big question.
With shaky hands, you banished your phone to the dark depths of your junk drawer.
For now.
Because deleting the app wasn't an option. No, there was some tiny part of your brain that wouldn't let you.
No, that's destroying their bond with you. You can't do that. To yourself. To them.
But as of this moment, what you really could use was a nap. Before you knew it, you found yourself drifting off into the strangest dream you've ever had.
Warmth.
You can't place exactly where it started from, but all you know is that there's a warmth that's rapidly increasing in intensity all throughout your body.
It seems to get stronger as it moves closer to your heart. Its boiling, so painfully hot-
But then it stopped.
It was gone as soon as it came, the sudden lack of heat making you feel oh-so-cold.
You wake with a start- but there's no heat, no smoke or fire, your heart beating as steady as ever.
You took a few labored breaths, your chest heaving. But there was only silence surrounding you.
Of course. Of course it was a dream.
Your feet hit the cool tile of your kitchen, bringing you back down to earth. You threw back the cup of water, letting it soothe your dry throat.
It tasted like reality. Cold, flavorless, bland. Like a pill you refused to swallow.
Your eyes focused on nothing outside the window above your sink as you washed the glass and the dishes you forgot to clean from last night's dinner.
What were you thinking? You weren't some anime protagonist or fanfiction character. How naive. You were an adult- with responsibilities, a guilty pleasure, a job, a boring, uneventful life-
CCcRRAAAccck.
Your pity party was interrupted by an ear-splitting sound- that sounded way too close for comfort. But before your brain could think to tell your legs otherwise, you were running towards it.
You spun all around, expecting the source to be a tree that lost a fight with a bear or the like, but no.
You didn't need to look far. The thing was huge. Deer-like, as tall as a house, with antlers like jagged icicles made of crystal.
Recognition made your face grow pale.
You knew this creature. Oh, you knew it quite well.
Elysian Cervus. A wanderer.
And on top of the beast, wrangling it to the ground, was a man. Even through his mask you'd know him anywhere.
You can't place exactly where it started from, but all you know is that there's a warmth that's rapidly increasing in intensity all throughout your body.
It seems to get stronger as it moves closer to your heart. Its boiling, so painfully hot-
