「 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 」

You sit up from...what you think is the ground. You wouldn't be able to tell. The walls, floor and ceiling all look the same. You can't tell where the room starts or ends. Almost like a vast void...

Once you're on your feet, it only takes you a moment to recognize that all your agony has magically ceist from your body.

You hold a hand out in front of your face, stretching out your fingers—as if you were trying to check that all five of them were there. (Luckily, they were.)

Everything around you is pitch black, and swallowed by some ominous darkness—yet you stand among it all, not a single shadow daring to touch your skin.
It feels...strange.

You crouch down to touch the ground, but feel...nothing.
How are you standing?

It feels like some weird dream...
Maybe it is a dream.

The only sound that manages to be heard in this void, would be your hushed breaths, and the light crinkle of your clothes.

You continue walking forward, not having a single thought of where you were going. Just...forward.

"Vox."

Your eyes widen a bit, and you spin around to see a girl, with (H/C) hair standing before Vox with her arms folded.

Me...

A replica of you and Vox appear from dust, neither of them looking at you, nor acknowledging your presence.

"Vox?" you walk up to him, poking him on the shoulder.

He continues staring at (the other) you, wearing a wide smile.

You walk up to (Y/N), waving a hand in front of her face.

They can't see me...

"I have something to tell you," the two of them say in unison. Vox chuckles, but (Y/N) didn't seem too amused.

"You go first," Vox ushers, holding with something behind his back.

Your curiosity piqued, you glance behind his back to see him fiddling with a ring box.

You smile.

Oh...this must be when he proposes to me. This is a memory!

But...why do I seem so unhappy?

"I think it's best if I go last," (Y/N) replies tightly, her arms still crossed in front of her.

Vox seems practically ecstatic with himself as he slowly starts pulling the tiny box forward, taking (Y/N)'s hand in his.

"(Y/N)..." he says softly.

You pinch your eyebrows together.

Why is he standing? Shouldn't he be on one knee?

Vox takes (Y/N)'s hand, lifting it to his lips. She quickly yanks it away from him, shoving it back into her pocket.

Okay, now I'm REALLY confused...

Vox pauses for a moment, looking...awkward. A version of him you've yet to see.

"That's...okay..." he mumbles to more himself than to (Y/N). "We can go without the hand for now..."

"Vox? What's wrong with you?" you shake him a bit. Still, he shows no reaction.

Vox moves forward to (Y/N), parting his lips to speak, "(Y/N) (L/N), will you let me make you the happiest woman alive--and marry me?" he holds the diamond ring up to (Y/N)'s nose, proudly grinning.

The other (Y/N) looks absolutely infuriated--ticked off to her limit.

What's wrong with me? Why am I so upset?

Suddenly, the duplicate (Y/N) abruptly laughs cruelly at Vox, pushing the ring away.
You were able to see the utter heartbreak and surprise in Vox's eyes, his right pupil starting to flicker a bit with electricity--a sign of strong emotion.

(Y/N) clasps her hands together and looks at Vox as if he were some dog.
"Fuck no!" she says with a false, toothy grin. "I would rather have someone repeatedly shoot me in the head with a shotgun that marry the likes of YOU."

You stare, open-mouthed at the replica of yourself.

What were you saying? I was supposed love Vox... right?

(Y/N) leans back, rolling her eyes before the annoyed look on her face flickers with pain and surprise, as Vox stands above her, a metal wrench at hand.

Blood spills from her skull, her body now collapsed underneath him.

You start to breathe heavily, waves of fear, anxiety, and confusion all hitting you at once like a mass collision.

You can't bare to see any more of this vision, but you seem to fail tearing your gaze away once seeing Vox lug your frame over his shoulder and into his car, driving you away to...well, wherever he kept you now.

You squint your eyes at the memory, hoping it'd show you where he drove, but the car turns to dust as it drives away.

Damn.

That fucking LIAR...

"Hey, Vox!"

You spot another (Y/N) rushing up to Vox, hugging him from behind. Vox smiles greedily, taking her hands in his own.

"Sweetheart..." he kisses her cheek. "Always good seeing you. Especially after such..." he sighs in contentment. "Mm...INTIMACY."

(Y/N) giggles. "I assume you're referring to last night?" she playfully swings Vox's hands in her own.

Vox grins even wider. "Oh, that? I completely forgot!"

(Y/N) feigns mock offense. "Darling!? How could you forget? I'm hurt."

From the scene that unfolds before you, you assume it to be before the events of your injury had occurred.

As you continued to watch the memory in play front of you, you start to pay closer attention to not only yourself, but Vox.

The two of you would've looked perfect on paper together if it weren't for...him.

Instead of wearing an expression of love and adoration for you--like you had shown him--he merely smirked, and eyed you down greedily as you continued talking to him.
You could tell Vox wasn't really listening. He was just staring at the pretty figure before him.

Now you started to get it a bit more...

No wonder I was so pissed!

Vox finally presses a finger to your lips, shushing you. "Lovely, my dear. However there is a huge mess upstairs. Think you can take care of that? Great, thanks..." he pushes you out of the room, silencing you with a single peck on the lips.

"O-oh...um...I love you!" you call to him.

"Thank you, darling. I'm rather fond of myself as well."

"(Y/N)," you feel yourself shake, and you wake up abruptly.

It was...a dream...

You look up in front of you, seeing the REAL Vox grinning back down, wearing the same smug grin he had worn from the vision.

"You."

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A/N: Nothing like a weird ominous dream to tell you what's going on!

~angie 🥂

(Word count - 1,110 words)