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BEYOND THE VOID — !

1. THE BEGINNING OF THE END.

( MASTERPOST   |   AO3  |    SPOTIFY ) summary: torn from time yet again, it's thursday. six months pass. while you grapple with a newfound uncanny ability to premeditate, loki grapples with the fact he's slipping back into his old self without you. enter brad wolfe. now playing:  a whole lots gonna change by weyes blood word count: 3.3k pairing: loki / f!reader, established in from the void, with love tags: enemies to friends to lovers, soulmates, we-are-in-love-in-the-future but how did that even happen, angst & comfort, redemption arc, lots of time travel, loki season 2 (2020) spoilers a/n: finally, they return in "beyond the void". i can't thank everyone enough for the unending enthusiasm for this little project of mine. it's fitting to have the first chapter release with an eclipse. this is for all of you :) the beautiful gif for this chapter is from this set by @tomshiddles.

"Okay."

"Okay."

There's a long stretch of silence between Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster. 

In the liminal stretch of the apartment building's hall, there's little sound except the loud drone of some horribly, desperately sad song beyond the door of Unit 1131. The two women share a long look with one another, and then Darcy gestures urgently to the door.

"Go ahead," she nudges her colleague. 

"What?" Jane asks in a harsh whisper, "No, you knock." 

"You were the one that said we needed to do an intervention—" Darcy argues back in an equally low tone.

"Oh, so now this is on me?" Jane fires back, "She's our friend—"

"Our friend who has been babbling nonsense about things that have not happened and has been seriously obsessing with that Low-key dude—" Darcy rushes out, bringing her face closer to Jane's, "I don't even know what we're walking into here!"

Jane inhales. She pinches her brow. With a long rub of her face, she exhales. Then, she knocks.

She gives Darcy a 'happy?' look before stepping back and crossing her arms.

Almost immediately, the music stops. There's the sound of a shuffle. A meow. And then, the door opens only wide enough that one exhausted eye can peak through the chained gap.

"Heeeeeeeeeey, girl!" Darcy chides, waggling her hands in the air, "Surprise!"

On the other side of the door, your heart clenches. 

It feels a little bit like a cruel joke, y'know?

All that wishing, begging, clawing to go home and — well... you are. You're home. You've been home. For six months, you've been home in New York City. You're back in that little studio apartment, with Sigurd, with your research, with your doctorate. 

ALL I WANT  TO DO IS  GO HOME.

You try your best to give both Darcy and Jane a smile, but it comes out mangled and exhausted and not quite right. You've been crying. Sort of par for the course these days.

"Oh, uh... Hi guys."

Sigurd meows.

"You got a sec?" Jane asks, raising a folder in her hands, "We, uh... Erik gave us some new anomaly data to look over and we figured... you're the one for the job! Y'know? It's... kinda... your thing... have you been crying?"

Your eyes dart between them both. You wet your lips.

"No. Nooo, no. It's..." your mouth hangs open as you search for a reason, "...Allergies."

There's a beat of embarrassing silence, and then Darcy moves fast as lightning. She wriggles her arm through the gap and unlocks the chain — almost as if this is definitely something she's mastered before — before pushing her way through the doorway of your apartment. Jane follows close behind, and Sigard squawks as he scurries away from underfoot. 

The infiltration is almost immediately regretted because... woah. 

Like, big woah.

Darcy has seen crazy. Like, she has an Uncle on her Dad's side who is totally in on the whole "they're coming for our thoughts" thing and does not leave the house without at least six layers of Great Value tinfoil stuffed under his baseball cap. She knows crazy. She works for Erik Selvig. 

But this?

This is, like, soooooo above her pay grade. 

Jane's jaw is slack. The folder is immediately forgotten on the kitchen island in favor of the wall-to-wall documentation of... whatever the hell this was. 

LOKI MISSING? in the center of it all, with string and equations and runes and news articles and tabloid pages. There's an alarming amount of photos of the God in question pinned up beside ramblings on... Time? And... Quantum mechanics...? 

There's another loooooong stretch of silence. And then, Darcy and Jane both turn slowly to look at you pressed against the door.

You swallow.

Your face is set in horror.

"It's not what it looks like—"

"Uh, dude, it totally is what it looks like—" Darcy starts, stepping closer to the board and pointing a black, manicured finger at a paparazzi photo of Loki being carted off from the now-Avengers Tower, "What's with all the Loki paraphernalia?! Need I post a lil' throwback Thursday to when he tried to kill us all?"

IT'S THURSDAY AGAIN.

You wince. "You wouldn't understand—"

Then, it happens.

The same thing you've experienced dozens upon dozens of times these last six months happens again: A rush of chatter in your mind, a cacophony of whispers that claw at your thoughts and flood them with has-beens and will-be's. A million things all at once, a little bit of everything from all of time, and then— one thread. One thread that stands out against them all. 

"Jane, don't."

Across the room, Jane's fingers pause on the contact number for that pretty S.H.I.E.L.D. agent they've met once or twice now — the one who is managing the Asgardian anomaly cases. With Loki missing, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been desperate to track him down. If this is a lead... If you know where he is...

Jane's face freezes.

Her brows knit.

Your face is split in panic. "I know you think calling Agent Hill is the right thing to do, but—"

"...How did you know I was...?" Jane's voice falls off, her eyes searching your face.

Your voice splinters as you step forward. "If you call Agent Hill, she is going to section our entire division within the week. Thor will be exiled from Earth on conspiracy four days later. We will sit in a cell for five years until they decide we have nothing to do with Loki's disappearance from Asgard."

Darcy's eyes bounce between you and Jane.

"Why are you saying all that like you know it's going to happen?" Jane asks slowly, putting her phone down and closing the gap between you. "Doc, what's going on?"

Your eyes flicker with fear. 

And then exhaustion. The walls you've built to keep this away from the others crumble with one worried look from Darcy, and you crumple against the kitchen counter. 

Your voice is far away.

"It all started that Thursday."

You thought it would be better now that someone knows. 

Truth be told it might be more trouble than it's worth if not to soothe the burden of secrecy — because Darcy keeps treating you like a Magic 8 Ball that, when shaken, is going to spit out readings on the future. 

It isn't that easy. I mean, if it was, you would have definitely done everything in your power to avoid the commute traffic this morning. 

You don't know why it happens. Or how. You have a theory it has something to do with Alioth, but... without any sort of control, there's no way of knowing. All you know is that in those moments, you're presented with a weave of potential sequences. And in those moments, you can choose to act. Or not. 

So far, acting seems to be the best course of action. 

But, yea, no. No fortune-cookie-level stuff. No crystal ball, no tarot cards. Just... weird time-whispers. And a migraine that seems to never go away. And dreams. Really vivid dreams. Dreams that happen? And dreams that don't.

If it was a horoscope sort of thing, maybe you wouldn't have missed your morning bus after waiting in line at that coffee shop three blocks down. They always make your coffee a little too bitter, but the girl behind the counter is an NYU grad student you recognized from a mechanical engineering lecture you sat in on three months ago. You've got a soft spot for her. She's always nice to that guy in the baseball cap who seems unhoused. 

You hope it all works out for her in the end. 

But, Christ this coffee is bitter. 

You buzz into Stark Labs at 9:37 am, and you're setting your stuff down at R&D by 9:43 am. 

Bruce Banner looks up briefly from his work to slide you a welcoming smile. You return it gently as you settle down on your stool and reacclimate yourself to last week's work. 

Mondays, man.

Tony is, as always, later than anyone else. His entrance is followed by the usual boisterous chatter meant as a morale booster. More often than not it's a genius-level comedy routine built on absolutely torturing Dr. Banner. You opt, more often than not, to refuse to enable the bad behavior. 

Any laughter is buried deep into these readings from the Tesseract. 

And so this has been home for the last four months. 

Avengers Tower. R&D. Erik Selvig's Research Team. Theoretical Physics and Quantum Mechanics. Day in, day out.

No TVA, no TemPads, no Sylvie, no Mobius, no Capybaras. 

...No Loki.

But, plenty of whispers. 

It rocks you out of your focus, iced latte halfway to your lips as you're rooted in this little pocket of voices and threads and whisps of time. There's a thousand, then a hundred, then one. 

Your voice is soft.

"Bruce, try the equation again."

From across the room, Tony's voice dies down and Bruce's eyes rise to meet yours. He points to himself, with a questioning raise of the brows.

You nod, then continue to take a sip of your coffee.

And so Bruce does. Wordlessly. And, after a minute, he looks up with a grin.

"So it was right."

"Woulda never known if Iron Dick over here didn't shut up for one second."

Tony's grin is bigger than Bruce's as he meanders over to your lab table and throws an arm around your shoulder. He squeezes you gently. You avoid his eye contact — and in doing so, you miss the momentary grace of concern. 

(Tony has known you for a few months now. He knows you adequately enough to gauge that your triple-shot espresso should have been a sextuple. The bags beneath your eyes are dark. There's an edge there. Something jumpy. You're exhausted.)

"Now, that was mean."

"You're torturing him," you fire back lightly, non-the-wiser to his scrutiny. 

"It's called exposure therapy—" Tony croons, leaning back and thumbing through some of the notes on your desk. You allow it. 

Good. Still sharp. Still better than anyone else at what you do. 

"Exposure to workplace terrorism?" You rib back with one cocked brow, "No offense, Bruce, but I like you better not green. Okay, Tony?"

"None taken!" Dr. Banner calls lightly from across the room. He's working on the second part of that equation now. 

"Sure, sure, alright, Doc," Tony heads your words, raising both hands and stepping back, "I guess someone hates fun."

"Absolutely," you say blankly, chewing your straw; you point at him, "No laughter."

"None," Tony waggles a finger.

"Not a peep," you remark causally as you spin in your stool and snag your pen from the drawer behind you. 

"Any news on the other green guy we hate?" Bruce asks slowly, eyes bouncing between you and Stark. 

Your blood goes a little cold. Just like always. It's hard not to react — especially when that other green guy is all you think about day and night.

WHEN YOU LOSE HIM YOU WILL DO ANYTHING TO GET HIM BACK. 

You wordlessly shake your head. You shrug. Bruce turns to Stark. Tony is hunched over his bench. His words are a bit muffled by the soldering project he's turned his attention to. 

"None. According to Thor he just up and poofed. He was in the middle of atoning before the Buckingham of Asgard and... just warped on out."

So you've heard.

"Hill has been working every lead she can but... the Asgardians are a little touchy-feely on the whole 'earthlings in the domain of the Gods' thing."

"Understandable," you mutter absently.

Tony sits up. "Only time will tell."

...Indeed.

Home.

Unit 1131. 

Lonely.

It wasn't before all this... It was full to the brim with contentment. It was comfort, it was bliss. It was indulgent mornings slept beneath the covers and bright music in the kitchen. Cheap wine from the liquor shop on the corner and homemade meals. It was "I finally made it". 

Now, it's none of that.

Because he's out there — and you know that you don't belong here anymore.

You drop your bag by the door. 

Your boots follow in a trail. 

Sigurd mews expectantly, and you scoop him wordlessly into your arms as you weave through the chaos of papers and books. Your carpet is hidden beneath a layer of obsession masquerading as research.

But, there's one thing that pulls you back in each time.

It's that photo. 

The one Darcy had pointed at earlier.

Loki is being carted off from the now-Avengers Tower. He's looking back at something, and his expression is broken.

It's you.

You know he's pleading with Thor at that moment through a muzzle, desperate to call your name. He's looking at you, being whisked away by S.H.I.E.L.D. as they clear the area, and your voice is silenced by grief. 

You wish you had called out to him then — told him you'd find him again. 

Regret is a hell of a thing.

Grief, too. 

How do you mourn something you never really had? Not here, not in this timeline. 

So you stand there, in the dim lights of your apartment, staring at the photo. And you cry. Just like every night, for the last six months.

In your desk, that magical little daisy made of grass waits.

If they find Sylvie, they find you.

That's the mission.

Mobius M. Mobius thinks it's funny — back then, man if only he would have known that lil' hunch of his was right. Maybe a part of him did. And... Now? Things are different. I mean, everything is different. The TVA is different. 

Loki is different.

They say to be loved is to be changed an' all that. 

The first thing out of Loki's mouth was your name when Mobius finally saw him again — and then a word vomit of panic, induced by the death of He Who Remains and... time-slippage as OB called it. Lotsa moving parts. Lots to keep track of. But, ultimately, they're in a better spot than they were yesterday. 

1.) Loki is no longer falling through the metaphorical cracks in time. 

2.) Mobius did not get toasted alive when standing before The Loom.

3.) He never, ever, ever has to do that again.

And now!

They're in London. 

1977, huh. Zaniac. 

If they find Sylvie, they find you.

...Unless you find him first.

Loki isn't exactly thrilled. 

No, Loki knows better than to get his hopes up. Sylvie isn't here. He already told Mobius that. It's too safe. It's a damned movie premiere. There are no radiation burns, no falling stars, and no rampant gunfire. It's too quiet. 

It's a movie premiere and you're out there, somewhere, alone. You're... you're lost. He can't protect you here. He can't protect anything. You... You're all he has and you're gone. 

And he's here, wasting his damn time. 

Brad Wolfe is about to waste more of his time. 

Loki's gaze is sharp. His strides are long, and as they approach the fray, the God stands amongst the tallest of guests. He cuts a mean profile. It's times like these that Mobius remembers he is a God.

(It's times like these that Mobius can also see the ever-increasing edge in his partner-in-time. It's a little... worrisome. But understandable. I mean, rip a God's soulmate from his hands and see what happens, right?)

"So, he's an actor now?" Loki comments off-handedly, his irritation grating his heartstrings in a way that reminds him of who he was before all this. He hates it. But, he's angry. He will get you back. Without you...

Without you, he doesn't know what he'll do.

"Or he's undercover."

As they weave, Loki's brows knot in distrust. "Looks pretty real to me."

It smells like cigarettes and perfume, and the flashbulbs bite sharply into Loki's peripherals. The raven-haired trickster winces, tucking his hands into his slacks. 

On the red carpet, X-5 moves from interview to interview. Occasionally his laughter rises above the clamor. Each time, Loki's nostrils flare and he rolls his eyes. 

It's when he reaches the end of the line that Mobius moves in. 

"Will there be a Zaniac Two?" 

The look on Brad's face says enough for Mobius to know there's more going on here than just an undercover bit. Brad's laugh, as equally pained as his smile, just cements the fact. 

"Mobius! Woah!" A clap on the shoulder, a big hug. "I used to work with this guy!"

Still a show. Still a weasel trying to survive on his little slice of time. 

"We're going to need to catch up," he begins, backing up slowly, "You know, why don't we chat after the show?"

"How about now, maybe?" Mobius counters just as Brad turns on his heel and comes face to face with Loki. 

The God sneers.

"Woah. Okay, ha, whole gangs here!" he chirps, "Isn't that... great? Wow. I mean, you look — you look great, Loki."

"Why thank you, Brad."

Brad's eyes are manic, and he's searching the crowd quickly — no doubt looking for an exit. Then, they catch something. When Brad claps his hands together and pats them on both Loki and Mobius' shoulders, the two TVA agents pause.

"Everything alright?" Loki asks, head tilting in faux concern.

"Everything is great, actually, because when I was here," he begins, words quick and anxious as he tries to weave some sort of story, "I met a mutual friend!"

"Sylvie?" Mobius asks tightly.

"No, no, uh, better—"

Loki's jaw tightens. Enough of this. "We have some mutual friends back at the TVA who would like a word, as well—"

"Doc!" calls Brad after finally finding her in the sea of people, turning on his heel and calling out over his shoulder, "I got people I need you to meet!"

And just like that, it's like Loki's whole world splits wide open again.

In the fray of photographers and journalists, in the fray of drinks and the haze of smoke, there's you. You're smiling at Brad, positively beaming. You're bright as a star and Gods, there's no one in the room when you step forward with a laugh.

Your dress is green. Your hair is different.

There's a beauty mark on your left cheek. His version of you has a scar that lies there. A mistimed gift from Sylvie before their period on Lamentis. 

"Doc, these are some of my friends from work," Brad points, his hand falling along your waist in a way that makes Loki's blood boil; the ex-TVA Hunter leans close to your cheek, "They're the real deal."

You laugh into your drink, then extend your hand to Mobius. He's trying his best to hide his growing dread. "It's a pleasure."

Mobius takes it and shakes it gently. "And how do you have the pleasure of knowing our starlet, Brad?"

Damn it. He's losing Loki in real time here.

"Doc here did all the practical effects on set for Zaniac," Brad's eyes connect with Loki's — but the God is focused on only you... Her. Until Wolfe digs in with a low murmur meant to do just what it does, "She's a real wiz with her hands."

The God's face snaps. He will kill Brad, he decides. But, then this other-you moves to offer her hand and he can't help but melt. 

His fingers are trembling when he touches her skin. 

"Have we met before?" comes the soft lilt of her voice — this Variant's eyes are brown. They search Loki's face for a shred of recognition but all that's there between the two of them is raw attraction. A law of time and space unhindered by meddling hands. No matter where, no matter when, you will find one another.

Loki's mouth is dry. Your lipstick shade is a dark rogue. He thinks about that kiss back in the Void. He's stuck there, with your hand in his, when Brad bolts.

Her face contorts in confusion. She pulls away. But, Loki lingers. 

He has to... He...

He needs you back. 

Now. 

IVE BEEN WAITING ALL YEAR TO POST THIS YOU DONT EVEN KNOW

Louder for the ones in the back!!!📢📢📢

Calling a canon bisexual woman a lesbian becuase she has a female love interest or is in a wlw relationship is bisexual erasure and biphobic!!!!

Giving House of Wax vibes

THIS TOWN WILL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE

TODAY IS THE ONLY TIME YOU CAN REBLOG THIS

NOOOOO!!! You cant have a cliffhanger like that!! That's not fair!!!!

I loved it, this is amazing and hopefully, whenever you have the time, you'll write a part 2.❤❤🥰🥰

Idk if you write soulmate aus, but if you could write a bo sinclair x reader where you can feel your soulmates pain and have their exact scars. But the reader and some friends end up in Ambrose, and her friends figure out that bo is her soulmate and stabs her in the leg to slow him down so they can try and escape. The rest after that is up to you.

Ooooh I love this! I really took my time with this story because I wanted to make it perfect! Thank you so much for the request and for this awesome idea! I kinda made the reader more laid back. So she isn’t so up tight about everything. Kinda like how Carly was until the whole ‘I’m cuttin your finger off’ situation :) 

Soulmate Aus for Bo Sinclair x Reader

Warnings: Slight nsfw. This story contains violence, bad language, kidnapping, and horror elements. I took some inspiration from the movie! 😁 This story is kinda detailed..so I will warn when Vincent is prepping a body(person) to make a wax figure there will be talk off needles, cutting clothes, crying, etc. 

You and a couple friends were heading to some football game. You really didn't want to go but your old group of friends from high school asked you to join. Truthfully you don't even understand why you agreed to go. These people were so mean to you in high school. Bullying you whenever they wanted. Dropping you all the time. And even slept with one of your ex boyfriends. But here you were in the back seat of their car. You were sitting in the back with a girl named Samantha. She had brown hair and hazel eyes that looked like bowls of honey. Beside her was her brother Brain. They looked almost identical even though they were born months apart. In the driver's seat sat Kate. Kate was tall and slender. Her black hair was placed in a tight ponytail. She was the meanest out of the group. Always making fun of your height and body. She was like the evil Regina George only in real life. Kate thought every man wanted her and if they didn't they were 'stuck up' and 'rude.' Beside her was one of the sweetest people ever. Minnie. She was the only one who really was friends with you. The two of you had sleepovers and mall trips. But after high school you lost connection with her. The only reason you were here was because Minnie spotted you at a burger joint. “Y/n!? Is that you? It’s me Minnie from high school. Gosh it’s been so long!” She said running up to your table. “Hey Minnie, how are you?” You asked standing to give the girl a hug. “I’ve been great! I hope life has been treating you well. You look great!” She smiled. “Oh thank you, so do you.” You say smiling back at her. “Hey do you wanna come with me and a couple friends to see a football game? I know sports isn’t really your things but my now ex boyfriend ditched me.” She crossed her arms and pouted a little. Of course you agreed. How were you supposed to tell an already upset Minnie no? And that’s how you ended up in the car with the group of young adults on your way to see a game. That was nearly 9 to 10 hours away. As you sat in the backseat looking out the window you rubbed the scars on your wrist. The scars of your soulmate. You always wondered how they got these scars. Trying to think of more positive reasons. But they never made sense. Maybe your soulmate wrapped a rope around his wrist while playing a game of tug-a-war..  you thought but sighed. ‘That makes no sense Y/n’ You say to yourself while looking at the exposed scars. The short sleeve shirt you choose to wear didn’t help you hide them. Sometimes hiding the scars was easier than thinking about what possibly happened to your sweet partner. Always thinking the worst. Thankfully you always kept a small jacket with you. Just in case. As you and the group started driving through New Orleans the five of you grew tired so Kate decided to pull over and camp out. She was the definition of ‘Party Animal’ This girl brought beers and two radios. As she drunk herself dumb and danced around Brain set up a couple tents. Apparently they knew they were gonna have to stop to sleep. As you all sat around the fire Brian built a truck pulled up flashing his brights on to see you all. Of course you got freaked out. Brian started yelling at whoever was in the truck and Kate in her drunken slumber flipped the person off and tried to flash him back. But Minnie stopped her. Once the truck left you all decided it was time to sleep. Minnie shared her tent with you. She was already sound asleep as you were still up rubbing your thumb over your wrist. One day you’ll meet the man with the scarred wrist. One day. As you fell asleep you thought about what your soulmate could possibly look like. And the things the two of you would do together. Thinking about the good memories to come made you fall right to sleep. 

When morning came you woke up to the sound of a pissed off Kate. Getting out to see what was the matter, you saw smoke coming from her car. “Oh shit, what is happening?” You asked. “The motor is shot to shit.” Brian said as Kate ranted about how much she hated her car. “There is a town close by. I saw the sign on the ride here. Maybe someone could help us.” Minnie said as you grabbed your bag after putting on your jacket. “ I am not walking! Do you really think I am going to stomp through the woods in these heels!” Kate shouted. “Look Minnie and I can go ‘stomp’ through the woods.” You said to her. “I’ll go with you two.” Said Samantha. “Great lets go.” Minnie said, taking the lead. After walking what felt like hours a truck started coming down the road. The three of you shouted and waved your arms, flagging the dirty truck down. When the truck got closer it stopped. The smell slapped you in the face hard but you tried not to say anything. Of course Samantha made a few unneeded comments. A man crawled out the truck and walked to the front. He was dirty and smelly. He looked like he hadn't bathed in weeks. But you could tell he was a working man. “Do you ladies need a hand? What are you doin’ out here anyways?” He asked. His thick country accent made you smile. The other girls seemed scared of him but you weren’t. “Me and a couple of friends were camping out down the road. And my friend's car motor has stopped working. We saw a sign a little ways about a town around here.. Do you know anyone who could help us?” You said trusting the man. You don’t know why but you didn’t see him as ‘scary’ or ‘freakish’. He was a working man living paycheck to paycheck. The two girls looked at you like you were crazy. “Well there is a town down the road called Ambrose. Bo might be able to help you and your friends. I could give ya a ride if ya like.” The man said as he chewed on a toothpick. “Yes please. Thank you so much.” You said giving the man a soft smile but the girls glared at you. “Of course.” the man opened the door to the truck for you. You got in first then Minnie and Samantha. He closed the door and quickly walked over to the driver's seat. The four of you in this truck made it a tight squeeze. You tried to stay closer to Minnie but your leg still touched the man. “Could you please roll down the window, this one doesn’t work. And it smells terrible.” Samantha said with an attitude. “This old truck has seen better days.” The man chuckled and rolled down his window. “Sorry, I’ve kinda gotten use to the smell.” The man said as he drove. “I don’t think I could ever get use to it.” Minnie said as she covered her nose with her shirt. “Well you can get used to anything, if you’ve been around it long enough.” He said looking at us then back at the road. You sat beside the man trying not to think about the animal bones hitting the back of your head but of course the other two weren’t so mindful. “Sometimes if you get 'em early before the sun bakes' em up, they ain’t so bad. But if they’re fresh I just take em home. Why waste the meat?” The man said, looking at the three of you. That’s when Minnie nudged you, pointing at the man’s hip. How did you not notice the huge knife on this man’s hip? Well he is a hunter. “You like knives?” The man perked up getting excited about the topic. “Kinda.”You nodded “No not really.” Minnie said with a shaky voice.”Tools of the trade. You wanna see it?” The man ripped the knife from its holster. “it’s a Bowie, it’s a good knife. That’ll cut through anything.” The man said, showing off his knife before shoving the knife into the dashboard and slamming on breaks. Making you and the other two girls sling forward. “Oh shit!” Samantha yelled. “The town is just around that bend. I gotta flip my my hubs into four-wheel.” You nodded at the man. Still trusting him. “When was the last time you were here?” Minnie asked. The man was already out of the truck. “Well, you don’t believe me?” He asked looking into the truck at the red headed girl. “I forgot this way in’s washed out, that’s all.” Before you could speak Samantha had already started. “We’ll just walk the rest of the way. Thank you.” She said trying to get the truck door opened. “Now, why would you want to do that?” He asked. “Samantha, stop it.” You say but she kept going. “We wanna walk, okay? Just let us out!” She yelled at him. He looked kinda hurt. “Sure” He grabbed his knife and walked over to the other side and swung the door open. Samantha sighed in relief when she saw that the knife wasn’t in his hands anymore. “Well, get out then!” The man raised his voice a bit. Samantha and Minnie hopped out the truck with quickness but you lingered a bit. You wanted to apologize. That man had been sweet enough to pick the three of you up and give you a ride into the town. “try and do something nice for someone.” He said making you frown. “Look its not like that.” Samantha said with an attitude. “We appreciate it.” Minnie said. “Yeah I can tell.” The man chuckled, obviously irritated. When you got out of the truck you turned towards him. “Thank you for the ride. I really appreciate it. I’m sorry about them.” You tell the man. He just nodded and gave you a small smile. You waved bye to him as the three of you walked over the water and up the hill entering town. “That guy was a freak!” Samantha shouted. “I kinda feel bad. We jumped out right when he was about to pull into the town.” Minnie said while Samantha rolled her eyes. “He wasn’t a freak. He was really nice. You were being a bitch towards him. Just because people aren’t rich like you doesn’t mean you can treat them bad.” You told Samantha. “Wow whatever.” You all walked up the road. Placing shops and homes before getting to the station.  “Hello?” You called out but no one answered. Samantha looked through the garage windows while you opened the station door sticking your head in. “Hello? Anyone here? Bo?” You called out but still nothing. “No one is here.” Samantha said. Like you didn’t know. “Alright well I’m gonna stay here. He might come back. Well he has to in order to lock up.” You said sitting down on the ground. Minnie bit the skin on her fingers. “Well I’m not waiting around. I would actually like to see the game unlike some people. Come on Minnie.” Samantha said, dragging Minnie with her as she walked up the road. You stayed put like you said you would. You rubbed your wrist as you looked around the town. ‘Hm a House of Wax? I love wax figures’ you thought to yourself. Minnie and Samantha continued up the road. “Maybe there is someone in the church. There is always at least one person in a church.” Samantha said with a nervous Minnie following her. She pushed the doors open walking in on a funeral. They looked at the man kneeled in front of a coffin. They mouthed sorry to the man when he turned around to look at them. They quickly shut the door and went outside. “I can’t believe we just did that Sam.” Minnie said right before the man came outside. “Hello. I’m so sorry we walked in.” Minnie started. “You shouldn’t have walked in.” The man said as he pulled out a cigarette. “Yeah, we know but my friend’s car is messed up and we aren’t from around here.” Samantha said. “Yeah we are actually looking for a man named..Bo? I think that’s what Y/n said.” Minnie said looking at Samantha who just shrugged her shoulders. “Y/n knows. She’s at the station. She wanted to wait for him to get there. She doesn’t like snooping around.” Samantha said. “Well you found him.” Bo said, lighting his cigarette. “Really? Well my friend's motor is as my brother said. Shot to shit.” Before Samantha could keep talking Bo stopped her. “So you walked in on a fucking funeral?” Bo said, exhaling. “Just let me dump the casket in the ground. Then I’ll be right there.” He threw his cigarette on the ground and walked back inside. After a few seconds he came back out. “Hey, I’m sorry. You know someone very important to me passed and I didn’t mean to take it out on the two of you.” “No no. It's okay. We understand.” Minnie said to him. “I reckon things will wrap up soon. What about I meet you both back at the station in about a half?” The two girls both nodded. “yeah that would be great if it's okay.” Minnie said. Bo nodded. “Yeah” He said, looking her up and down. Then he went back into the church. “Well look who has a new fan.” Samantha teased. “Oh stop it! He didn’t have my scar..” Minnie said as she rubbed the small scar on her neck “Yeah, yeah..Hey lets go to that House Of Wax.” Samantha said as she started walking in that direction. “And just leave Y/n sitting at the gas station? Yeah no. I’m gonna go tell her what that man said.” Minnie sad. “Well I’m going to the wax museum.” Samantha said leaving Minnie there alone. Minnie sighed and walked back to the station. “Hey, no one’s showed up yet..Where’s Samantha? Did you guys find anyone?” You asked looking up at Minnie from your seat on the ground. “Yeah we found that Bo guy. He was in the church..We walked in on a funeral. One of his loved ones passed. He was really cute, but no visible scars. Sam went to that House Of Wax. I don’t know why she would want to look that creepy wax figures..” Minnie said as she got chills. “Just thinking about them freaks me out.” She said. “Wait you both walked in on a funeral? Wow that is a different type of low.” You said as you giggled a little. “He must have been really cute if you were looking for scars. You never look for scars. Wax figures aren’t that creepy. It’s just wax Minnie.” You said looking up at her. “Well I would like to meet my soulmate.” She crossed her arms. “They are terrifying! What if there are bodies under the wax?” You busted out laughing. “You watch way to many horror movies.” Minnie rolled her eyes. 

As Samantha walked up to the building she noticed a ‘closed’ sign but no sign was going to stop her so after looking around she went inside. The place was very creepy. Now understanding why Minnie is so freaked out by wax figures. “Huh? Isn’t there suppose to be famous people in wax museums?” She asked herself out loud. Continuing to look the vibe started to change drastically. Samantha looked in a mirror, fixing her hair and makeup. Noticing a tall figure staring at her from the corner. She turned around to see the figure. “Damn this one is realistic.” She said walking up to the tall wax like man. Samantha touched the wax face and noticed that it blinked. She went to scream but before she could the man stunk her against the head with the handle of his knife. Samantha fell to the floor with a thud. The tall wax faced man with the long black hair dragged her down to the basement. As Samantha started to wake up she tried to touch her swollen head but couldn’t. She raised her head seeing that she was strapped to a dirty table. “Help me!” She screamed looking over she saw a spotted dog on a bed. Looking over to her left she was face to face with the nameless man. “Please let me go.” She begged as she started to cry. Only crying harder when the man put a needle in her neck. The man unstrapped her limbs when she wasn’t able to move them anymore. Samantha just cried as the man started to cut her clothes off. Feeling the water hit her legs and torso she continued looking around as best as she could. Samantha cried helplessly, trying to beg him to let her go but it was mostly grunts and groans. As the man serried wax across her eye brows she got tensed. After waxing her eyebrows the man put the unconscious Samantha into a metal contraption. Pouring wax all over her. 

Minnie looked around the shop as you watched her from the doorway. “Don’t touch his stuff Minnie.” You told her for the millionth time. “What? I’m bored. It feel like its been hours.” Minnie groaned. “I wonder what Sam is doing.” She said as she picked up random tools looking at them. “Probably vandalizing poor pieces of art.” You said as Minnie just nodded. “Everything in here could be used to kill someone.” She said looking back at you. You rolled your eyes and walked up to her. “You never know that tool your holding could have brutally butchered some helpless soul.” She said chuckling afterwards as she threw the tool down on the table. “Ya’ll plan on stealin those?” You both jumped and looked at the tall man leaning against the doorway. “N-no we were just fooling around.” Minnie said as her face went bright red from embarrassment. “I hope you’re not getting the wrong idea.” You said as you walked out of the garage back into the store. “No, it’s okay.” Bo said making you smile. You pulled up your sleeves on your jacket, showing your scars. “Why don’t we head to the house. I can get the key to the tow truck and we can go find your friend’s car.” Bo said as he walked out the the station. You eagerly followed. You were very attracted to this man and wanted to be close to him. “My names Y/n. I don’t believe we met yet.” You said walking beside the man as Minnie tried to run up to you. “I’m Bo. Its a pleasure to meet you.” Bo smiled shooting you his signature grin. “Why are the keys at your house? Shouldn’t they be at the station.” Minnie asked the man as she started getting scared. “Well I keep them at the house so no one steals them.” He said. “Where is your other friend?” He asked looking at Minnie. “Oh she went to the wax museum. I don’t know what’s taking her so long.” Minnie said as she looked at him then at you. “Damn Y/n what happened to your wrist.” She said fairly loud. Minnie never saw your scars before you tried your best to keep them hidden. “Oh um..” You said as Bo looked at your wrist. Quickly you pushed your sleeves down. “I don’t know. They belong to my soulmate.” You said looking up at Bo who was starring a hole right through you. The rest of the walk was pretty quiet. “So is it late to sign up for that beauty pageant?” You asked trying to break the ice. “Unfortunately it is, cause you would of won hands down.”  Bo said as he looked at you. “Oh thank you.” You blushed a little making Bo smirk. As the three of you got to the house Bo opened the door to his truck. “Go ahead and hop on in. I’ll drive us down to the station to pick up the tow truck.” He said as he helped you get into the truck. “Do ya’ll need to use the can?” He said smiling brightly at the two girls. “No I don’t” You said with a small chuckle. Minnie shook her head as she got into the truck. “Alright.” Bo smiled and closed the door. He walked into the house. Sitting in the truck for what seemed like 10 minutes the strange man finally came out. You watched as he got into the truck. “I got you two some water. It can get quite hot out here. Wouldn’t want you two to get dehydrated.” He said handing you and Minnie a water bottle. You thanked him as you opened the bottle. ‘Its just water’ You said to yourself. Minnie watched in horror as you drink the water. Trusting you and your judgement she drunk her water too. Once the truck pulled up at the station you felt off. Like something wasn’t right. “Bo? What was in that water?” You ask him as your head started to spin. You soon passed out, your head falling onto Bo’s shoulder. 

As Minnie started to wake up she tried to rub her head. Failing to do so by some restraints. She looked at her wrist watching the man as he wrapped tape around her wrist. “Hey!” She muffled out through the rag in her mouth. Bo smirked as he started to tape her legs together. Minnie’s eyes widened as she starred at his scarred wrist. Taking notice to this he quickly pulled his sleeves down. “Y/n!” Minnie yelled as best as she could. She looked around trying to find you. You woke up hearing the yelling. “Bo?” You mumbled out. Your eyes were covered and your arms were above your head being held by something. “Bo” You called. Bo quickly covered Minnie with a tarp so he could hide her. Bo walked over to you and pushed your jacket down from your eyes. Somehow he had rolled your jacket up so he could use it to blindfold you. Once you were able to see him you were relived. “What happened?” You ask as Bo removed the chains that held your hands above your head. “Some crazy man tried to rob the station.” He said as he picked you up and took you outside. “Why would someone rob the station?” You asked holding onto Bo. You looked around seeing Kate’s car. “That’s my friends car..how did it get down here?” You asked looking at Bo. “How long was I asleep? Wait..what was in the water?” You asked as you started putting two and two together. “You drugged me!” You yelled at the man as you tried to get out of his grasp. “Shh..Its okay.” Bo hushed you as he rubbed your head. “We have the same scars dariln’” He whispered in your ear. You looked at the man a bit confused. “Sit still and I’ll show you.” You looked at him for some reason you felt like you could trust him so you nodded. “Ok Bo.” Bo slowly released your arms never breaking eye contact, he slowly pulled up his sleeves. You gasp as seeing the scars, you placed your wrist beside his. It was a perfect match. Your head shot up when you heard muffled groans and something that sounded like a bad attempt at a scream. Seeing the tarp moving slightly you grew tense. Bo took notice and quickly grabbed your wrist. “Look at me darlin...we are meant to be girly.” Your widened eyes shot to Bo. He flashed you his signature grin. “Now I got some work to do but don’t you worry darlin i wont hurt ya.” He said as he chained your arms back up, standing up he slowly rubbed your head and pushed your jacket back down to cover your eyes. What the hell have you gotta into you asked yourself. You had so many questions but they were to remain unanswered for right now.

Not the best ending but I hope you enjoyed!! I might make a part two! I left you on a clift hanger from hell lol