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The white hallways were slowly driving (Y/N) insane, her patience being held by a silly string because of how difficult it was to find an escape out of the hospital she was in.

When she rounded the corner for another hallway, (Y/N) halted in her steps when she saw a bigger door than the others in that hallway. Some part of her told her it was trap, and the other was just silently begging her to open it and get the farthest she could from there.

(Y/N) ran towards the door, ready to force it open when it came wide open by its two doors and revealed the person who'd done that action.

She thought her mind was playing games with her, that it was just a lie like she'd seen back at her hospital room, but the desperation and surprise by seeing her in front of him meant only one thing.

"Marc?"

"(Y/N)?"

(Y/N) couldn't control her own body and collided in Marc's chest abruptly, wrapping her arms around his neck in relief as Marc stood with his arms by his sides because he didn't expect it.

Just when Marc was about to melt and respond to the embrace, (Y/N) pulled away as fast as she jumped on him. She grasped onto his shoulders and inspected him from head to toe, not wanting her head to play games on her again.

"You're not gonna take me back there, right?" she asked him without thinking and winced at how weird that probably sounded.

"What?" Marc frowned.

"It's a long story," (Y/N)'s shoulders dropped but then frowned at the thought of what he was doing before they found each other. "What were you escaping of?"

Marc shook his head. "It's also a long story."

There was a loud, rumbling noise from across the hallway they were standing on, and both of them realized that they needed to figure out a way to know where they were and how to get out.

Marc grabbed (Y/N)'s hand without thinking much of it (or rather trying to ignore how heat rose to his cheeks) and tugged her and himself into a room in order to disappear from whatever was out there.

(Y/N) exhaled a long breath once Marc closed the door behind him. "What are — "

Marc moved closer to her and covered her mouth with his hand in order to not make a single sound and just yet because the sound of footsteps approaching bounced through the white walls of the hallway where they were lastly in.

(Y/N) swatted Marc's hand away from her mouth and the sound of their shaky breathing was the only thing audible in the room, until a sudden thumping noise alerted Marc and (Y/N) again.

In the farthest corner of the room laid a wide and enormous sarcophagus that made a gasp leave (Y/N)'s lips when she spotted it. Symbols were unscripted all over it and the pounding noise from the inside not only did it grow louder but the person inside began to yell.

"Let me out! Let me out! Let me out! Please! Please, someone let me out!"

(Y/N) recognized the accent immediately and she looked back at Marc only to find him moving much quicker in order to move the upper half of the sarcophagus.

"Oh my God," (Y/N) gasped.

Her and Marc pushed half of the sarcophagus open and the man inside let out a shaky cry of relief as he crawled out of the narrow place he was just stuck in and stood up.

He was wearing a blue long sleeved shirt instead of the beige clothes that Marc was wearing and his hair was parted on the side. (Y/N) had only spent less than a week around the two of them and she could now perfectly tell the differences between the two.

"Steven?" Marc questioned first.

Steven finally noticed who were the ones that freed him and his eyes widened. "Marc? (Y/N)?"

"Steven!" they both cried out.

Steven jumped to hug Marc first as tightly as he could, closing his eyes to treasure the moment while (Y/N)'s furrowed eyebrows contorted into a smile at the sight of him. When Steven freed Marc from his embrace, he moved back to hug (Y/N) with the same amount of force and even pressed a feathered kiss to the crown of her head.

Once Steven and (Y/N) pulled back, neither of them noticing how Marc was finding the floor oddly interesting while the two greeted each other, all three stood all together and didn't know what to say next.

The first thing (Y/N) couldn't believe was how Steven and Marc were now standing in separate bodies right in front of her. "How did this happen?" she asked out loud.

Steven thought the same. "How is this possible?"

"I don't know," Marc answered. He raised his finger at Steven and (Y/N) with a clenched jaw. "What's the last thing that you remember?"

"Harrow shot me," (Y/N) replied shakily.

"And then us," Steven finished.

"Yes!" Marc exclaimed in a joyful tone and reached out to open the door. "Yes. Exactly. Exactly. All right. We gotta get out of here. Follow me. Come on."

Steven and (Y/N) shared a look before following after Marc, who had slipped into the empty hallway with precaution while trying to avoid drawing any attention to himself.

The trio walked slowly through the hallway and passed by an opened door, one that had a similar sarcophagus to the one Steven was trapped in, instead that this one was standing up and the pounding noises were much more harsh.

Deciding to ignore it, the three crept their way into the end of the passage and came across a double door where a tall silhouette was visible from the other side, followed by a heavy thud from behind that door.

The doors came wide open and the sight nearly made (Y/N) faint right then and there. In other circumstances, she would've awed, but because of everything she'd seen so far, she was terrified.

A peculiar purple shaded hippo stood in front of them, wearing a colored head piece with a scarab jewel plastered on its chest and black braids with golden details decorating its head beautifully.

The hippo didn't growl, or roar like any of them imaged. Instead, it raised a paw in the air and grinned to show its sharp teeth. "Hi."

"AAAAAAGH!"