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Swapped

I had a thought about what if MC took the place of the original for a day. This was birthed from that thought.

Lyssa takes Bree's place at work.

Count: 771 words

Warnings: chaotic little 4 year olds.

Genre: humor, au.

Lyssa placed the cold towel against Bree's forehead as the woman whimpered in pain. Waking up this morning to a massive headache that later transformed into having head-fever was unexpected.

Okay, maybe it wasn't that unexpected. Her students came to school with either runny noses, sneezing or developed fever throughout the week and despite sanitizing, promoting hand washing, encouraging parents not to send their sick kids to school to prevent infection spread, all failed. Now, here Bree was, sick.

"You know, I never understood why you would be under the weather so often. Now, I get it. Would it be the end of the world if you do not hug your students when they aren't well?"

Bree gave a pained chuckle "… not as simple as you think it is. However, I promise I tried."

Scoffing, the hunter grabbed Bree's phone, "I'm going to message your headmistress letting her know you won't be in for a few days."

"Lyssa, NO!" while grabbing her shirt sleeve.

"I'm not letting you go to work like this."

"I don't have anymore PTO or sick leave I can take. I'll be fine."

"No, Bree, and if Zayne or Sylus were here, they wouldn't let you go either."

Pouting but not letting go of Lyssa's shirt sleeve, Bree gave her best pleading face and quietly whispered "but my babies."

They maintained eye contact until Lyssa broke it first. "You're still not going to work, but I will."

"Wait — what?

Lyssa entered the nursery school at precisely 7:30 am, having had a crash course on who the staff were, Bree's students and just basic things to look out for. Luckily Bree had pictures of everyone and a simplified verison of her lesson plan for the day. Thank goodness, plus it was Friday.

"Good morning teacher."

Coming back into focus, her eyes landed on a little girl with pigtails. Alright, moment of truth. "Good morning, Mira."

She watched as Bree's student hung up her bag and went for the puppet corner. Bree told her to expect when her students arrive that they are familiar with their routine, all she needed to do was maintain classroom control and teach the topics in the lesson plan.

The little girl didn't talk much, so Lyssa took the time to set up materials and get the classroom ready. Student after student arrived, taking their name card from the large house template and moving them to the school template.

The hunter was amazed by the students, their speech, the chaotic personalities, their creativity, the things they made using blocks, they seem to enjoy roleplaying the most.

"I am the chef, Juno. My food is much better than Jules. Now hand me a plate so I can give teacher breakfast."

Lyssa raised an eyebrow, she had to admit they were very entertaining and then the hugging began, as much as she tried to avoid them, she couldn't. They were sneaky, catching her offguard. Wanderers never gave her such an issue.

One had a consistently runny nose and tried touching her as often as she could. Didn't her parents know not to send a sick child to school.

"Azarie, you can't touch teacher with your hands. You need to wash them."

The rest of the morning passed with laughter and noise. When it was noon and the class dismissed, students leaving to go home, Lyssa let out an exhausted breath.

Four hours of little balls of energy and she felt like she just came out the most gruling training. How the heck Bree does this five times a day for weeks on end without loosing her mind was nothing short of amazing.

Finally it was time to leave. Lyssa bid everyone a happy weekend and hurried out of there. So after picking up Bon-Bon from play school and returning to Bree's residence, the first thing she did was check on her.

"Mommy!" squealed the toddler as she ran into the bedroom, jumping onto the bed.

"shh— try not to shout chick."

"It's okay. My head doesn't hurt as much. Hey my baby, did you have fun at school today?"

The toddler enthuastically spoke a mixture of english and gibberish.

"How do you do that?"

Bree looked up, raising a brow "what do you mean?"

"You're not 100% yet you have energy for her, and your students are crazy dramatic, loud, and full of unrefined energy. I commend you."

Bree let out a laugh. "They got to you… didn't they?"

"Let's just say i'll never doubt you again, and you can't get me to do this another time."

"This was your idea not me."

No lie there.

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I want to scream in frustration and glee. I playful pulled, saying, "Nah, I ain't gonna get it."

Rafayel said, "sike!"

Motherfucker, whhhhhyyyyyy!!! In the first 10 pulls!? I needed this for Sylus' myth. NOT YOU! WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME!?

I wasn't gonna pull for you. It was just for kicks. Then your buddy Xavier joined you too!

You two seek me out, but my heart is for Zayne and Sylus. Even Caleb has his manners.

Sweet baby Jesus and the grown one, too. I need wine.

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pov ur a rubber ducky

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Does anyone else have a niece, nephew, child, or little person around you that perks up or runs to you when they hear the music for the game?

My bon-bon starts giggling and tries to hog my phone. She loves apples, so when she sees Caleb holding the apple, she tries to grab it... Every. Single. Time.

Or when the game loads and we're in the café she always looks for Sylus. If she sees Zayne, omg, he will be poked excessively.

Now tell me why when I'm scrolling through tiktok and she see this pic

She screams "Mama, Sylus!"

Look, I can't with her sometimes.

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I'm not a Rafayel girlie, but HOLY SHIT! I was left speechless after that trailer. Infold, quick question... you don't like us happy, do you?

Rafayel girlies, are you alright? Here, have a batch of cookies.

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Collector

Sylus discovers something new a few weeks into being 'real'.

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Sylus thought he had discovered all... that was until he heard Soca.

We all know that Sylus is a lover of music, a collector of classics, and vinyls. An appreciator of arts.

You read that right. Sylus Qin discovered Soca. Music that has so much rhythm, so much jive and energy that it's almost impossible to not dance.

Music that sang to your blood; filled your head with unforgettable tunes, and Bree is to blame. He has been gathering as much information about her as he could manage to get over the past few weeks.

It took some time, but eventually he managed to gain access to the rest of her phone, access to the internet her world uses, and the cameras.

So now, if he wished to see what she was up to, he could simply access any device with cameras to see the outside world. This is what caused him to discover the new genre of music.

She had the phone upright, playlist blasting, washing dishes, and dancing hypnotically. How is it possible for music to have someone's waist moving like that? On beat as well.

Some of the songs played offered instructions, others had impressive beat drops... nothing about it was dull. It was a full workout, and Bree was just dancing away, lost in it all.

Sylus lost track of time with how long she danced and sang, the dishes half finished, and she didn't seem to care. Neither did he.

Bree was giving him a full concert. He laughed when she started complaining that her knees will get back at her, yet she still continued dancing.

After a while, when the music stopped, the dishes cleared and Bree was fast asleep, Sylus scoured the internet and added this intoxicating music to his own Playlist.

Yes, an appreciator of the arts indeed.

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Yesterday, I made a comment about him and Zayne wearing one outfit all the time. I mean... come on! With all the clothes you have, change once in a while.

Now tell me why when I opened the game today, he greeted me with that face and outfit?

I stiffled a laugh and commented on the wardrobe change; he immediately proceeded to give me this pose and scolding expression.

Sorry! Sheesh... I won't comment on your outfits again.

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The Effect of Sleep Deprivation

I'm a silly little bean sprout, and my brain is sillier.

Established relationship between the the trio... progressing relationship with Bree. (Sloooooow progression)

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The trio: Sylus, Lyssa, and Zayne sat at the family table having breakfast. It was a quiet morning, no one had work... it was officially declared a lazy day.

They simultaneously looked up as Bree sleepily entered the room, mumbling good morning before heading to the coffee pot.

Lyssa nearly choked on her eggs when her counterpart drained an entire mug of the liquid in one go. No sugar. Not even a splash of milk like Bree would normally make it.

She then approached each of them, still half asleep. Firstly, rubbing her cheek against Lyssa's hair. Lyssa giggled at her uncommon antics while Zayne and Sylus looked on amused.

After a few minutes, Bree reached over to Zayne and kissed him square on the mouth, leaving him shocked.

Before he could kiss her back, she moved away, going over to Sylus, who pushed back his chair.

Bree straddled him, burying her face in his neck causing him to chuckle

"Everything alright, little Raven? This is unusual behavior."

Bree whimpered, "insomnia kicked in... been up for two days and only managed to get an hour of sleep..."

This is proven more by her yawning "I'm so exhausted, Sy-Sy."

Lyssa burst out laughing. "Holy shit! That hilarious nickname."

Zayne sighed at Lyssa's antics. "Behave, sweetheart."

"Sy, can I cling to you for the whole day? You're warm and smell so good. Plus, I like feeling your hands on my skin."

He proceeded to put his hands under her sleep shirt at that declaration.

"This is gold. It's like she can't filter her thoughts."

"Any other requests you may have for me, kitten?"

Another yawn, sighing, followed by silence. The three waited for a response, but nothing.

"Did she fall asleep?"

"It would seem so. I never expected to see such a side to her."

"You got a kiss, don't complain."

"Not complaining."

Another whimper came from Bree, "Sy, make them stop, my head hurts."

Sylus looked at the two over her head, smirking.

"You heard the lady. Stop it."

He got up carefully, supporting her legs that instantly wrapped around his waist.

"I'm going to put her back to bed. Ready, kitten?"

Bree sleepy nodded against his neck "can you also fuck me back to sleep? I read somewhere that orgasming helps with headaches and muscle relaxation."

Lyssa fell out of her chair laughing hysterically, Sylus's bewildered expression not helping. They hadn't reached that part of their relationship, each wanting to take things slow with her.

Yet, here she is, being bold with no clue how it had his brain shortcircuiting. The minx.

"Well, she's not wrong, Sylus. Studies have proven that it is an effective method."

"You're having way too much fun with this."

"Immensely."

"You should stop."

"Where's the fun in that?"

Soft snores reached their ears. She fell asleep this time.

"I bet that when she's fully rested, she won't remember this interaction."

"I bet that she will! Let's wager..."

Sylus left the room, shaking his head. She'll remember, alright. He'll make sure of it.

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Becoming Aware (Zayne)

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This is heavy at the beginning. Zayne's self-awareness is different from the others. I truly tried to go a different route, but my brain refused to let this one go.

Warning: TW: violence.

It all started with the frantic voices, threats of death, and the beeping of a hospital machine.

The threats of death came first. He would hear it from time to time, like static from a radio. It would sound clear while at other times slightly muffled. Oftentimes, it was the voice of a man, sometimes a woman, but hers he could never hear clearly.

The man's voice would rise in volume, sound slurred. At other times, it was calm and dangerous. It held such promise.

It was something Zayne couldn't wrap his mind around. All he knew was that whoever they were addressed to was in grave danger.

It lingered on his mind from time to time, content that it wasn't a regular occurrence. Time passed, days turned into weeks, the voices appearing suddenly without notice. It only lasted for a few minutes, never exceeding past five.

No one else heard them. Why was that?

His curiosity was piqued, conscience concerned. Then, one afternoon, the male voice, clear as ever, spoke. Zayne suddenly found himself standing in an empty café.

How did he reach here? The place felt familiar, yet his recollection to the memory wasn't there.

"How did you find me?" A panicked voice asked. This caused Zayne's gaze to turn to the voices' direction. Why couldn't he see anything?

A mirthless chuckle rang out. "I'll find you, no matter where you run to... you're my wife."

"I have a restraining ord--"

Glass shattering, screaming, a sharp crack split the air—the sound of skin hitting skin. The slap echoed, loud and sudden.

"YOU THINK SOME FUCKING RESTRAING ORDER WILL SCARE ME!? KEEP ME FROM YOU!? YOU'RE MINE! I OWN YOU!"

Zayne felt his body vibrating with rage. A primral urge that rose up, causing his evol to react.

"I am not some property to be owned, Raine... I refuse to stay in this toxic relationship."

Why did he feel a sense of pride? This was a stranger.

"The only way you'll be leaving me is when you're dead."

What followed after was a series of glass shattering, grunts, screams, someone being punched... Zayne has never felt so helpless, and it did not help his nerves with the silence that followed.

"Holy shit! Ms. Alexander, are you okay?..."

This voice was new, filled with worry. This voice didn't sound threatening.

"...Of course you aren't... no, don't speak, you have a cut on your neck, just apply pressure to the wound. I've called an ambulance and the police. Is your baby okay?"

Zayne's evol lost control, shooting out and freezing the entire space.

"I'm glad that I decided not to work today. I hate to think about what else would have happened if I didn't walk past the apartment and heard all the noise."

"Thank you for coming to my aid, Mr. Brice. Can you call my sister for me, please? She's my emergency contact."

The woman's voice sounded so small, hoarse, defeated.

"Sure, and please don't speak. I'm going to take your phone, okay?"

Sirens sounded off in the distance, and the voices disappeared suddenly.

Zayne took the next few days off work. He needed to figure out what was happening, and working would be detrimental to his patients because his thoughts were elsewhere.

His mind kept running through everything he heard. He came to one conclusion, that the people he heard was not from Linkon; they were not from his world.

This hypothesis was proven right on day three when he reappeared in the café, only this time he could see a hospital room. The beeping of a machine in the background.

Zayne stepped forward, hand reaching out, which made contact with a glass-like barrier. This definitely confirmed his theory.

"Ms. Alexander, you should get some rest. It's been quite a hectic day for you."

"In a bit, Nurse. Need something to power down my brain."

The voice again. At least it had more life to it. Zayne was itching to see who it was connected to.

The room shifted, and the mysterious person was revealed. Zayne forgot how to breathe for a bit.

She was beautiful but wait... why did she look so familiar? She looks a lot like... Lyssa? Impossible!

There were bandages around her throat, jaw slightly swollen on her left side. Her lip had a split, and there were shallow cuts over her face.

"Oh, you play that game too. If you don't mind me asking whose your fave? Xavier is mine."

"I don't have one at the moment. I've only downloaded the game three months ago, but so far, Zayne has grown on me. He has a soothing voice that, for some strange reason, eases my anxiety."

"Well, I hope you enjoy it."

So, he was in a game. It's truly not the strangest thing he has come across.

The feeling of a finger poking his chest took him by surprise, followed by his speaking a sentence he wasn't thinking about. Not creepy at all.

"Please excuse how I look, Dr. Zayne. I've encountered a rather unpleasant situation."

She was talking directly to him. Was that normal behavior?

"I really should be sleeping as much as I can, but every time I do, I keep getting nightmares. Your voice helps... I hate being in hospitals as a patient."

There was that feeling in his chest again. Her expression was soft as she continued to ramble.

Zayne had so many questions. How was any of this possible? Why did he feel connected to her in some way? If he was in a game, won't there be other versions of him in her world? Other players? Most importantly, how the hell can he get out?

He had no intention of being stuck in a game, not with this discovery. As he turned back to look at the other world, he made up his mind to find a way there. If this was possible, then getting out should be achievable. It was just a matter of time and a plan.

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Summer heat

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This was inspired by Zayne's secret time: Silent poem. It's a bit of self-indulgence after coming off my episode. I've had Zayne on my mind a lot these past few days.

Genre: fluff.

Warning: slightly suggestive, mutual pining, lots of kissing.

It has been several days since the start of the summer vacation in her world, and Bree was enjoying the peace and quiet.

Bon-bon was swept away by her siblings for a week, who made an excuse about her working too hard, and their niece needed to be around the energetic bunch. The house was clean and quiet, so this was an opportunity to unwind.

It was weird not having her toddler around, having nothing much to do. She also hadn't heard from the trio for a while. One afternoon, a few weeks ago, Mephisto delivered a message from Lyssa stating she'll be away on a few missions that would have her unavailable. Sylus had business deals out the country that couldn't be missed, and Zayne had a full schedule with surgeries.

They asked that while they were away that she would not access the game. It was a request she understood; after all, accessing the game popped them away from whatever they were doing and would return them after she left. It caused confusion amongst the other game characters.

She missed them... Lyssa's chaotic energy, Sylus's teasing, and Zayne's calming presence, especially his voice. Maybe it was a good thing the three were busy because she currently had a sprained ankle from slipping in the bathroom whilst cleaning the day before.

They would make a fuss. Bree smiled, thinking about their overprotectiveness. Stretching, she got up from the couch and made her way into her bedroom. A nap sounded nice at the moment.

Zayne exited Akso hospital two hours prior, went shopping and almost ran every red light to get home.

He managed to finish all appointed surgeries and had the next three days off. Any emergencies would be redirected to either Dr. Grayson or Dr. Joel.

Entering his home, Zayne quickly set the necessary alarms, grabbed his bags, and activated the portal. He didn't bother to change.

A glowing, rectangular door appeared, which he stepped through without hesitation. Coming out on the other side, the scent of cinnamon filled his nostrils, and the warmth from the summer air was a welcomed change from Linkon's cold November winds.

The portal deactived as he stepped further into the space, his eyes looking around searching for the woman that's been on this mind for weeks.

The large calendar marked Saturday, the grandfather clock showcasing late afternoon, her cellphone laying idly on the coffee table; she had to be close. It was a possibility she was asleep.

Abandoning the bags on the kitchen table, Zayne made his way down the hall to where her bedroom was. The creaking sound of the door as he opened it was overlapped by the sound of Bree's small snores.

His eyes landed on her sleeping form, heartbeat accelerating as he took in how peaceful she looked. Being away from her for so long left him agitated, making the weeks painstaking despite him being busy.

Walking closer, he leaned down, placing a soft kiss to her forehead. His lips moved to place more kisses along her face; her eyes, the tip of the nose, cheeks and finally her lips.

She shifted, letting out a sigh. Pulling back, he watched as her eyes fluttered open, squinting a bit before blinking to clear her vision.

"My apologies, did I wake you up?"

"Zayne? I must be dreaming again."

He chuckled, "You've been dreaming about me? I'm flattered, but no, sweetheart, I'm very much real."

"Prove it."

Zayne chuckled again and proceeded to take off his shoes, jacket, and tie before sitting on the bed and pulling her unto his lap.

He then proceeded to kiss her like a man dying of thirst and she was the drink of water. Her small moans urged his on.

"This helps to chase away my exhaustion. Having you like this, hearing your voice. You have no idea how much I've missed you."

The kisses traveled along her neck, accompanied by bites and his tongue.

She let out a shaky breath. "Z-ayne, I-"

Pulling away, he took in her expression of bliss. Swollen lips, labored breathing. She was so beautiful like this. How did he survive so long being away?

"Is that proof enough, or should I keep going?"

Bree attacked his mouth with more kisses, running a hand through his hair, whilst the other gripped the front of his shirt.

Zayne switched their position until he was hovered over her, arms at the side of her head. Her leg wrapped around his hip, drawing him closer.

More kisses were exchanged, each one deeper than the last.

Zayne moved to grab her other leg, but when his hand touched bandages, he pulled away and immediately looked down.

"I leave you alone for a bit, and you go and get yourself injured."

Bree laughed. "It wasn't intentional doctor, blame my clumsiness and the bathroom I was cleaning yesterday."

He gently stroked her leg. "Are you in pain? I hope I didn't cause any discomfort."

She gave him a smile. "I'm fine, Zayne. It's just a sprain. Now stop worrying and come relax. Now that I'm getting a good look at you, you need a nap. When was the last time you had proper sleep?"

Zayne gave her side a small pinch, prompting her to giggle.

"Don't try to change the subject, sweetheart. Be careful next time. As for me, I'll sleep later. I'm yours for the next three days, so i'll get plenty of rest."

A sly smile graced her lips. "With the way you've greeted me, I doubt we'll get much sleep in the coming days."

The sudden feel of his cool hands under her sleep shirt, running along her sides, made her breath hitch.

She saw the heat in his eyes, the tone of his voice going lower as his lips were hovered over hers

"I'm wide awake and thinking about one way to get rid of some of this pentup energy I know we both have."

His words had her squirming in his hold. Zayne stopped her by grabbing her hips.

"You're being unfair."

"No. Kiss. I'm. Kiss. Just. Kiss. Taking. Kiss. Advantage. Kiss. Of the. Kiss. Opportunity given."

His kisses always left her breathless, she just wanted to hold him and never let go.

"I've missed you, Zaynie," she whispered

Zayne replied in kind, "I've missed you more. Let me show you how much."

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Respite

This one is a bit heavy. Mentions of DV, panic attack, helplessness. Some experiences should never happen. Unfortunately, life can be a bitch.

Zayne to the rescue. Mention of Sylus, Luke and Kieran.

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst.

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The sound of static was loud even though they were the only one that could hear it.

The room felt suffocating, lackluster, and humid, making it hard to breathe.

Where did the brightness of the room go? Everything was vibrant moments ago.

They've experienced this before, more times than they could count. It never ended well; hyperventilation, spotted vision, and that sharp pain to the chest where the heart lay, pumping away like it's running a marathon.

This was an unwelcomed and hated experience. It left them feeling angry, vulnerable, and a shell of themselves.

Gods! All they wanted was to curl up into a corner and detach. It's hurts so much. The memories that won't stop flashing, that won't go away; that creeps up at unsuspecting times. They hated the memories above anything else and the person associated with them.

The memories are a reminder of how broken they are, how alone it can be, and the painful truth that cruelty can come at the hands of someone you hold dear.

Sometimes, she just wanted to die.

This was how Zayne found her a few minutes later. He had stepped out to retrieve a package, which took longer than intended because the mail carrier wanted his medical opinion about something.

He never expected to return to Bree having an episode. There were broken pieces of glass at her feet from the cup she had her pomegranate juice, trembling hands gripping her clothing.

The heavy breathing and unblinking gaze; the scared and haunted look in her eyes as she stared at the television.

Something she saw triggered her. He needed to bring her back from whatever headspace she was in.

Approaching carefully, Zayne lowered the volume of the TV before blocking its view from her.

He spoke in a soft, clear tone, "Bree. It's me, Zayne. You're currently in Linkon, at my home for the weekend. You're safe. We were talking a few minutes ago before I had to step out for a package. I'm back now. You're not alone... Lyssa and Sylus are coming over later for dinner. The twins are picking up Bon-bon from the play center in a few hours."

He could see she was slowly coming out of her headspace.

"Listen to my voice. Nothing is going to hurt you, not while I'm around... breathe in and out for me... good, just like that."

This carried on for a while until Bree recognized her surroundings. She let out a shaky breath as she swayed slightly.

Zayne had to catch her as her knees buckled. The grip she had on his shirt was strong as she buried her face in it and sobbed.

Being mindful of the glass, he relocated them to the couch, sitting down and carefully placing her on his lap.

He continued to softly provide words of safety while rubbing his thumbs on her trembling hands.

"S--rry"

"Shh. Don't apologize."

"I keep seeing him... the TV... trigger... the knife... feeling helpless... I almost couldn't get away."

"Don't force yourself to tell me. What's important now is that you're safe. I've got you, im not going anywhere."

She buried her face further in his shirt. "I'm scared that one day he'll find me."

"Shh. You're not alone anymore, Bree. Lean on me... you don't have to do this by yourself."

He didn't know how long they sat there, but it was of little concern. Zayne could feel her finally starting to relax.The tension in her shoulders slowly left. The weight of her body resting more against his.

Bree could hear Zayne's heartbeat against her ear, acting as a lullaby as she felt her eyes close from exhaustion.

"I broke your cup."

Zayne gave a light chuckle. "I can get it replaced."

"I've got tears and snot on your shirt."

"I'll be fine, and so will the shirt. You should get some rest. Doctor's orders."

"Stay with me, Zayne?"

"Always," He whispered as she dozed off.

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Little Whirlwind

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The pitter-patter of little feet across the hardwood floor caused Zayne to look up from the notes he was reading.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, it showed ten past six.

The slightly opened office door was pushed open wider, and a little head popped in.

He watched in amusement as the toddler waddled into the room. Her doll, she called "dollie," clutched securely in the crook of her arms.

Her head looked left and right before focusing on where he sat. Her eyes lit up. The waddling became faster, and in a blink, she stood before him.

"Good morning, little whirlwind."

She giggled, "m-rin uncle Zay. Up! Up!"

Zayne gave a slightly stern look, "magic word."

"Pwease, up."

He smiled, putting down his notes before reaching to scoop the toddler in his arms, rising to his feet in the process.

The giggling turned to laughter, and they both exited the room, making their way down the hallway.

Zayne looked into the room Bree would sleep in when she visited to see the woman sprawled like a starfish across the bed; hair peaking out of her bonnet and snoring softly.

"Mama is so tired."

He chuckled softly, "Well, you did have her up late."

"Wake Mama up?"

"No, let her sleep a bit more. Let's get your teeth brushed and then breakfast. What would you like to eat?"

"Mmm-- fruit pwease."

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Murder of Crows

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Luke and Kerian were the type of people others truly underestimated. They tend to come off as either aloaf or silly, but it was just a cover; a way to gather information and observe their surroundings. It also helped being siblings.

Apart from their boss and dead scientists knowing, the twins could communicate telepathically.

It was something they never asked for but appreciated... like now. They sat in one of the mansion's libraries hunting for information on the deepspace tunnel, portals, and interdimensional travel.

It seems that the boss had a new obsession that wasn't MC. Now that they thought about it, the man rarely spoke about her these days.

They even witnessed a few times that he would either ignore or decline her calls, which started happening a few months ago. It left them shell shocked.

Another thing observed is bosses' disappearance at random times. He would just vanish in the middle of a meeting or when giving them orders.

Sometimes, he would be gone for half an hour or hours. However, one thing was for certain, whenever he returned, the boss always had the biggest smile on his face.

Whoever (because they know it was a person) all their research was for better be worth it. The boss deserved nothing but the best.

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Becoming aware (Lyssa)

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From the moment the customization page popped up, she knew.

Feeling the shifts on her face, seeing the hair options, the flashing colors, and limited critiques from her counterpart, Lyssa was aware she was apart of a game.

It could be worse. At least being the main character wasn't so bad. Who was she kidding? The last thing she wanted to be was the love interest to four guys.

One was cloaked in secrets and sleeping in random places. One was a sass mouth who had brat behavior. As the main story progressed, there was one who had henchmen and seemed to be the leader of a mafia group. The doctor was the only normal one, but even he was a workaholic.

As she sat in her apartment, Lyssa evaluated the situation she was in. It was nice knowing that she wasn't some kind of damsel in distress, but the job choice could have been better and her evol type.

Then there was her counterpart, Bree. It struck her odd that the woman spoke to and about each of them like they were alive. However, she appreciated it in some way. It was hard sometimes pretending and not responding when Bree asked questions or made comments.

Lyssa gets excited when it is time to take photos. She gets to see Bree clearer, her voice isn't muffled, and gets glimpses of the outside world.

"It would be nice if the game developers could give more hair choices, especially with hair texture; you wearing braids or having more curls would be wonderful. Clothes too that offered more pants, maybe some sandals for your feet. A girl can't always be in heels or combat boots."

Lyssa agreed with the commentary.

As time passed, she learned things about Bree. It was nice learning about the woman. She was a nursery school teacher who taught a class of seventeen children (battling wanderers sounded better), was the eldest daughter and sister to thirteen siblings; she couldn't drive any form of vehicle, was a mom to an energetic baby and had an obsession with watching Korean dramas.

The woman also tends to catch a cold quite often and stares off into space from time to time.

Bree also prefers to say home more than anything else. It was just work, home, and the occasional outing to the park or visiting her siblings. It worried Lyssa a bit.

Sometimes, she wished to just say hello but knew that would freak Bree out. It would be nice not being the only self-aware character. Was it possible to find a way out of the game?

"You're thinking so hard, I can almost hear your thoughts."

Blinking, she remembered where she was currently... having lunch with Zayne. He sat across from her eating macaroons.

"Sorry. I'm thinking about a friend of mine."

He looked at her calmly. "Anything I can offer assistance with? You looked troubled for a moment."

"I don't think you can help. Unless you know how to travel to another dimension..."

Zayne raised a brow. "Dimension travel has something to do with your friend?"

She shook her head, letting out a small chuckle, "Forget I said anything."

Zayne's ears picked up on the last sentence she whispered, "Can't get to her anyways. Bree doesn't even know I exist."

Lyssa jumped in fright at the breaking of porcelain, and the table suddenly covered in ice. Her head snapped up, making eye contact with a shocked Zayne.

Before she could ask what was wrong, he firmly grabbed her wrists. "Zayne! What the hell!"

"How do you know that name? No, wrong question... how do you know who she is?"

They stared at each other. Lyssa searched his face, trying to make sense of what was happening. Then it clicked.

"You know who I'm talking about. Oh my goodness, you know who Bree is! Oh, fuck how long have you know? How long have you been self-aware!?"

He let go of her and quickly reached for his phone, placing it on speaker after dialing a number.

She nearly choked when Sylus's voice filled the space.

"SYLUS KNOWS ABOUT BREE TOO!?"

"Well, this is interesting. Hello, kitten."

"How fast can you get here?"

"A few minutes. I have your location already, so just stay put... relax kitten, the doctor and I have a lot to discuss with you."

Not waiting for a response, he hung up, leaving her speechless. Well shit. It seems she wasn't alone in this anymore.

[tumbling-through-deepspace]

50 pulls already and haven't gotten anything but 2 five-star cards that I ALREADY have! I'm too tired and under the weather to stay frustrated.

I've already lost motivation to pursue getting my husbands. To me, Infold is making it harder and harder for players like myself (who can't make purchases) to get new cards.

My boss is angry on my behalf and told me he'll send me on vacation.

[tumbling-through-deepspace]

The leader of Onychinus entered the office of Dr. Zayne at approximately 8:30 pm on Monday night.

It has been about three months since they both stumbled upon each other over the whole 'self-awareness' fiasco.

There was a pressing matter that needed both of their attention.

Zayne looked up from him laptop, making eye contact with his visitor.

"I would ask what's the nature of your visit, but I can already tell you're not here for my medical expertise."

Sylus repressed the urge to roll his eyes

"We need to talk."

This got Zayne undivided attention

"Mephisto just reported that Bree is currently in the Emergency Room taking saline. She fainted at work."

The doctor's brows knit together. "Do you know what caused this?"

Sylus scowled, "No. I've tried searching through her messages, but all I got was a picture of her arm hooked up to the IV line. Other than that, she's not saying what landed her in the hospital."

Zayne took Sylus' phone to see the picture he downloaded

"I take it, you intend to do something about this?"

"That's right. I'm planning to bring her to our world."

"Do you think that is a good idea? She has a family, and let's not forget her daughter."

"Never said I wasn't bringing the baby along for the ride. The kid's cute. Luke and kierian will make excellent big brothers."

Zayne let out a long sigh before pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Just from your confidence alone, it seems that you already know how to go about bringing them here."

Sylus gave a sharp grin. "I have. Just need you on board and help make a few arrangements. So, are you in Doc?"

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AN: Yeah, so tonsils decided to fight me and brought along gastro. The situation gave me inspiration to write this.

I'm okay. Having to take antibiotics makes my skin crawl, but I'll live.

[tumbling-through-deepspace]

Of all the memories I have for Zayne, this one is by far my favorite. Everlasting wish was something straight out of one of my daydreams.

Zayne is husband material. Every time he talks, I can't help but get butterflies.

Him nuzzling her tummy, saying he doesn't want the date to end... sir, can you be anymore perfect. He is not afraid to say how he feels.

Then it's the loving gaze. That soft smile. Zayne sets the bar high. If he ain't like this man, I don't want him.

Might I also add this outfit he's wearing compliments him. I don't understand how some people have an issue with the way Zayne dresses.

The man is sex appeal on legs.

I will say no more. I just loved this scene. I really wish I could have had Lyssa wear her signature hairstyle.