(Y/N) gasps for air, letting out a tiny scream as she jumps out of bed. She trips on her rug and ends up face planting on the ground. She groans, placing her palm against her forehead and sits up, glancing around seeing she was back in her room.

Her eyes almost pop out of her sockets seeing herself in different clothes. A flustered expression takes over her cheeks, Did that mystery guy..? She trails off in her thoughts, shaking her head and stood up. Feeling around for bracelet and found it on her wrist.

The girl was completely confused as to how she got back in her room, the last thing she remembers was those glowing white eyes staring down at her. (Y/N) sighs to herself, calling over her dog for food who sprinted over.

However, she stops in her tracks seeing food already in Ozzy's bowl, as well as some fresh water for her dog.

"Okay, what the hell."

~

Steven and (Y/N) were now walking towards the museum, both deciding to not talk about what happened knowing there was explanation and (Y/N) wouldn't push her best friend to say anything. The two arrive, just to see a janitor exiting with a stack of yellow tape stopping people from entering.

"Oh, hey. Bro, it is proper mad in here." J.B claims, rolling out a yellow tape as well.

This makes the best friends stop, glancing at each other then asked. "What happened? What is it?"

"They're saying burst pies, but don't look like that to me." J.B says, moving a pole out of the way.

"Has anyone seen the security footage?" (Y/N) questions, turning around to face the males. 

J.B pauses, then looks back at the pair. "Well, yeah, I was about to."

"All right. I think we should go with you, yeah?" Steven responds, pulling (Y/N) over who was watching other people in the museum. "We may have some information about it."

J.B glanced between them and nodded. "All right, come on."  He leads them into the camera area, "Do not tell Donna that I let you both into this arena." He sits down in the chair as Steven leans on it, talking to him.

"Bruv, listen, I must warn you." He started while (Y/N) cringed from behind them as she listened. "What you're about to see is gonna melt your brain. Yeah?"

J.B just laughed it off like he was crazy.

"Listen to me. It's like Area 51, like MI6 bonkers, bruv. Yeah?" Steven explains in a quiet voice and (Y/N) let out a tiny laugh hearing what he said.

J.B nods his head and goes to roll the tape. (Y/N) leans in closer, standing next to Steven as they see themselves behind a case looking terrified.

"Is that you Scotty? (Y/N)?" J.B asks, pointing to the screen.

"Still Steven." He reminds. "And yeah, that's us." His eyes darted across the screen, trying to find the thing that almost killed him and (Y/N) last night.

"Are you cryin'?" J.B asked Steven, glancing up at him from his chair.

"A bit. Yeah, a bit." Steven confurmins then points to the screen, watching as (Y/N) tossed his bag towards the centre of the room. "Watch, here it comes. Wait for it."

Though sadly, the camera didn't pick up the bag being attacked by an unknown force. "How long am I waitin'?" J.B asked, most likely getting bored.

"Different angle, yeah? Different, different." (Y/N) suggests, now watching her and Steven run in panic down the hallway.

Steven moved even closer to the screen, almost bumping into it. "Yeah, yeah, that's it. Wait for it, here it comes." In the clip, (Y/N) bumped into something with Steven dragging her along as the two of them sprint down the hallway yelling.

From another angle that J.B showed, (Y/N) and Steven were hurriedly running down the hallway, trying to open the door from something that seemed to be chasing them, however it didn't show up on camera.

"What are you doing, you donuts?" J.B exclaimed in irritation, watching the pairs weird behaviour on screen.

"This doesn't look good.." (Y/N) mutters to herself, seeing that there was no evidence apart from the two of them acting completely insane.

"No, just a minute. Here it comes." Steven spoke out loud, seeing the two of them still running away frantically.

J.B gasped and said louder then needed, "You guys messed up the loos." He pointed a finger at both of them.

(Y/N) winced and waved her hands around frantically. "Shh! We didn't."

Steven groaned and placed his face in his hands, running them down his face. "No, no.. that's not what.."

"Mate!" J.B laughed, diertcing it at Steven which made (Y/N) irritated, "Larry in maintenance is gonna absolutely shoot you."

Steven shook his head, pointing an accusing finger at the screen. "I swear to god, there was a dog chasing us, like a big hound, or.."

"Hound of the Baskervilles, was it?" J.B asked incredulously which didn't help the issue the best friends were in.

Steven turned on him, bursting again. "Egyptian jackal. It was a jackal."

J.B just nods his head and looks at the male like he was mad, backing away slightly. "I've heard it all now."

"Oh, god, oh god.." Steven mumbles to himself and then he shook a finger at the screen, moving closer to it again. "Fast forward till when I come out. When I come out."

J.B glanced at (Y/N) who has been quiet, she raised her eyebrows and nodded. He sighed and turned back around, typing on his keyboard. "Now, there. Have a look."

All three of them eyed the security footage, (Y/N) held her breath seeing a pair of shoes coming into view. Once the camera came into focus, Steven's face appeared and it looked exactly like him. However, his look was different, he wasn't trembling and didn't look one bit scared. He also had (Y/N)'s limp body in both his arms, cradled against his chest with her face hidden in his neck.

"It's still you, bruv." J.B huffed, clearing not seeing the difference with the man in the screen. The man stopped walking, making it seem like he wanted to be seen by the camera. He stared straight at them, glaring with smug look and having dark, predatory eyes. He fixed (Y/N)'s body in his hold, giving one last menacing glare and walked out of frame.

Steven shaked his head slowly and confirmed both the best friends suspicious. "That's not me." He breathed out.

~

(Y/N) watches with sad eyes as her and Steven were seated in the manager's office, figuring out that they've both been fired. Her heart was aching knowing how much Steven loved the museum.

"I should tell you, the museum has no wish to press charges." The managers voice spoke, placing a cup of something in front of the pair. Steven grabs it but (Y/N) just stares ahead, thinking this was so unfair on her best friend when it wasn't even him.

"But Mr. Grant, we've spoken to your colleagues. It's all been a bit of a struggle for you recently, hey?" The man conuites to talk, sitting down in his office chair.

Steven exhales, looking down and avoided eye contact with (Y/N) knowing she was watching. "Yeah. A bit, a bit."

"The particular group of doctors has a long-standing relationship with us." The man places a pamphlet in front of Steven who grabs it, sighing once more releasing what he was getting at. (Y/N) purses her lips, not liking this.

"They're wonderful." The male says and Steven nodded his head, humming a 'yeah'.

"I could arrange an appointment." He continues.

Steven obseres the pan flit. "Okay. Yeah. It looks.. It actually looks quite posh." He chuckles and then he lifts the paper up, showing the picture inside. "Looks like they're very good listeners, right?"

"They really are." The manger responds. "I know this is classic HR to say, but.. you're not alone." He glanced at the quiet (Y/N) as he said that.

Steven slowly nods his head. "Yeah, that's like, part of the problem, innti?" He drinks from his cup.

"Before you leave us, I'm sorry for the protocol if it, but.. any museum property on your person?" The male asks which made (Y/N) sigh and take off her name badge, placing it on the table.

"No, we haven't nicked anything I swear.." Steven stuttres, searching through his pockets to pull out the phone and keys. He quickly placed them away, "No, nothing."

"Uh.." The man trails off, pointing to the name badge on Steven's shirt.

He looks at his shirt, seeing where he was pointing and slowly takes it off, placing it onto the table.

~

(Y/N) and Steven were now walking out of the museum, leaving behind the place where their interest lie and were also leaving behind their jobs.

The (H/C) haired girl looked up to Steven, seeing his shoulder slummed and glassy eyes as they walked away from the museum. Her heart dropped seeing it.

"Steven.." She calls out gently making him stop walking and glance down at her, his brown eyes glazing over more with his lips trembling slightly.

Her own eyes watered at the sight, reaching up and cupped the side of his face in her hand. "I'm so sorry, I know how much you loved the museum.." She whispered, rubbing her thumb under his eye which wiped away any falling tears.

He closed his eyes, pushing his cheek further into her hand. Enjoying the warmth and comfort she provided. "It's not your fault, love.." He whispered back, pressing a soft kiss against the palm of her hand.

She smiled gently when he opened his brown puppy eyes. (Y/N) removed her hand of his cheek, brushing back some of his curls and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers together.

"Let's go find where that key is from." She suggested, trying to get Steven's mind off losing their job.

And it worked when his eyes light up, a giddy smile taking over his features. "Good idea! Let's go." He squeezed their intertwined fingers and pulled her along.

(Y/N) watched from behind with a loving look.

~

The duo was now walking down the streets, trying to find where this key leads to. Steven looked up, seeing a similar sign that was on the key. He taps (Y/N)'s arm who looks up and nods her head seeing the logo. They both enter the building and proceed to the front desk.

"Hiya." Steven greets with (Y/N) standing close to him. The man says hey back and glances at them both.

"Hey look, man, this is, like the fifth branch we've been to." Steven steps forwards, "We are looking for a storage locker. It's under "Steven Grant." If it's not under Steven Grant, it might be under "Marc." I don't have a surname, just Marc." He explains as (Y/N) stares at him, the name Marc sounding familiar to her.

"Would you have a look for us, if that's all right?" He asks.

The male at the desk nodded. "Of course. I know you two. #43, right? I never forget a face."

He then escorted the best friends to the locker, leaving (Y/N) with a uneasy feeling following behind. As they walked down the hallways, the light would turn on loudly which made the vibe even worse.

The man opens the locker, nodding goodbye and stepped back to leave the pair to their storage. (Y/N) gulps, giving Steven a strong nod and who returns it and opens the door first just in case.

It was dark for a few seconds making the woman freak, whoever it stopped when the bright light switched on. Glancing around the small storage unit and saw heaps of green boxes, one makeshift mattress, a duffle bag and some shelves crammed with random items on them.

The pair share a look and then (Y/N) slowly made her way around the small place towards the duffel bag, Steven right behind her.

Both leaning into a crouch, she opens the backpack to reveal a gun. "Oh, my god." They both exclaim seeing it while (Y/N) picked the gun up and gently placed it onto the bed away from them.

Steven goes to look through the bag more, finding heaps of cash and two passports with the names Marc Spector and... (Y/N) (L/N).

The (H/C) haired girl eyes go wide, inaudible gasping seeing her name and face on the passport. "I don't remember doing that.." She mumbles, her panic rising higher now.

Steven frowned, not liking how she was getting more and more involved. "Marc Spector." He voiced, reading the name. He placed the passports back and takes out the scarab.

"It's real. It's totally real.." (Y/N) muttered and watches as the scarab's top begins to float with the cover laying in Steven's hand. He rises from his crouch position, holding the object in his hand and also pulled the girl with him.

"I'd say you are a compass, but you're not pointing north." Steven comments, walking closer to the entrance with his best friend.

"Steven, I need you to listen to me very carefully." A sudden deep familiar voice of Marc Spector is heard. (Y/N) jumps in her skin hearing, the woman finally being able to hear what her best friend has been.

"Marc?" Steven mumbles, pulling (Y/N) behind him as the person in the glass was staring straight at her. "There he is. Here he comes." He waves sarcastically, "Hello, man in the mirror. I was wondering if you'd pop up again."

"I know you're scared." Marc glanced at the slightly terrified girl behind Steven. "I know you're both scared."

(Y/N)'s head lifted up a little from Steven's back, "A bit, yeah." She uttered and avoided looking up at the man in the reflecting.

"I know you're confused. You weren't supposed to see any of this." Marc says.

Steven glanced around the room. "No? Well, a bit late for that, innit? So, what? Are we, like, meant to be some sort of mad secret agents or something?" He asked, walking a bit more forward towards the reflecting with (Y/N) still hiding.

Marc walked forward, glancing down then up. "It's a little more complicated than that."

"More complicated? What? Are we possessed?" Steven bursts again and looks down at (Y/N). "Is my best friend possessed also?" His voice got mader.

Marc's face in the reflection also changed to mad, expression dark. "I would never put her in danger." He empaished the word her, his voice full of venom at his accusing.

(Y/N) slightly shivered at this, stepping out from behind Steven but still stood close as the two males talked.

"You're both in danger, and I can save us, just like I did last night." Marc says and points a hand at Steven. "But I can't have you interfering in what I have left to do."

Steven and (Y/N) remained silent.

"So, this is what's gonna happen." Marc started talking to Steven, "You're gonna go lay down on that cot back there. You're gonna take a nice nap."

"Are you joking?" Steven exclaimed, "Sleep.. I'm never gonna go to sleep again. You hear me?" He stepped closer to his ulter reflection, keeping (Y/N) back. "Look, I don't care how bloody handsome you are. Tell me what it is you are. What are you?"

"You sure you want to know?" Marc asks Steven strongly.

"Yes, bloody.. yes." He nodded, getting tired of this mess.

"I serve Khonshu. I'm his Avatar." Marc says camly, "Which means you are, too. Sort of." His dark eyes then turned to the (H/C) haired girl.

"And as for (Y/N).." His voice wavered, like saying her name pained him and the girl took notice of this. "She's gained the power of Eenta."

He paused, gesturing at (Y/N), himself and Steven. "We protect the vulnerable and deliver Eenta's and Khonshu's justice to those who hurt them."

"Khonshu?" "Eenta?" The best friends asked in sync.

"Yeah."

"The Egyptian god of them moon? and the Egyptian goddess of chaos, day and night?" Steven continued in disbelief.

Marc nodded with his eyebrows furrowed.

Steven looked away, not believing anything he just said. "Oh, my god, that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." He turned around, grabbing the utterly stumped (Y/N)'s hand.

"I eat one piece of steak, and then, bam, I go bonkers." He exclaims and walks over to seat down with the woman beside him following.

(Y/N) eyes go wide in panic hearing Steven's laboured breaths and she knew what this meant. He was going to have a panic attack.

She knelt down in front of him, ignoring the male's eyes in the glass eyeing her down and grabbed Steven's attention who was breathing heavily. "Hey, it's alright." She smoothed, grabbing the male's hand in her own and squeezed.

He looked down at her, squeezing back and tried controlling his breathing. Her touch calming him down the slightest.

"I made a deal with Khonshu." Marc started talking again.

"I need to go to hospital I think." Steven replied, his thumb tapping the back of (Y/N)'s hands that were holding his tightly.

"That deal is contingent on you not interfering, Steven." Marc says, "Now, give me the body. Let me finish this, and you'll never hear from me again."

(Y/N) can see how stressed Steven is as he glances at the gun and back down at her. "You want my body? Right, yeah." He gets up and helps the woman up by her hands, turning around a started picking up the duffle bag. "Marc, how about this for a deal? I'm gonna take this bag full of illegal shit, yeah? And I'm gonna go straight to the authorities and they're gonna put me away so I don't hurt (Y/N) or anyone else."

The (H/C) haired girl's chest ached hearing his words, not liking the idea of him being locked up. Her thoughts were cut short when Steven's warm hand interlocker with hers, pulling her to the entrance with his free hand.

"And hopefully, NHS will fill me with enough pills so that you get out of my head!" Just as he finished the lights in the room started flickering and going crazy. The pair opened the door and slammed it shut. The outside darkness not any better than the inside madness.

(Y/N)'s whole body shivered, holding on tighter to Steven's hand as the pair saw a figure down in the dark hallway. The lights turning off and on over at both ends of the hallway.

"I think we should go-" Before she could finish her sentence, the lights turned off and on more violently and her heart pounded rapidly seeing the same figure they saw in the evalvotr a few steps away from them.

"Go!" She screamed, pulling Steven as the best friends ran like their lives depended on it down the hallway. The storage lockers rattling crazily and they lights were still turning off and on.

The best friends kept taking twist and turns, trying to find a way out. (Y/N)'s hand still holding Steven's, the both of them resfuing to let each other go.

She came to a harsh stop, which made Steven knock into her. Her heart stopped seeing the tall figure with a staff and a bone head. And the only thing she thought of was, this is Khonshu.

Screeching was heard all around them as the tall figure turned around slightly, all high and mighty. "Give it back, you silly girl and you fool." A locker door opened and this sent the duo screaming.

Once the terrified pair found the exist, they ran until (Y/N) tripped over her shoe which sent Steven stumbling down also onto the road. The male placing his arms over her head as tires screeching was heard in their ears.

"(Y/N)? Marc? Where have you been?" An unfamiliar voice talked down to them on the ground.

They opened their eyes to see a curly haired girl looking down at them on a motorbike.

(Y/N) spoke a name that seemed to come to her head, "Layla?"