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    Johnnie Guilbert.
    Eighteen years old.
    Senior in highschool.
    August twenty-eighth.
    Carries around a pocket knife and a small necklace for good luck[the necklace in the video]
    Johnnie is a kind male, with a big heart and big dreams. He aims for the impossible, and is rather successful. He is playful, childish and flirtatious at times, though he can be serious and will risk his life to protect the ones he loves. Despite his child-like and happy demeanor, he has his moments of depression and this reflects in some of his songs and YouTube videos. His father died when he was younger, and Johnnie was never the same. Though, he tries to look on the bright side of things, and not on the negative side.
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    Johnnie sighed, looking down at his shoes, rubbing his eyes. Boy, was he tired. He hadn't slept in a while, what with all of his YouTube videos. That, and he had to make new songs. He was struggling to keep his grades up. He had straight B's, but he knew he was going to fail possibly. Shaking his head, the teenager stomped his foot, returning his attention to the bookshelves. He had a project to do. A fair amount of homework, that was. He pulled out a specific book in general, one with a leather and gold binding. He blew on it, dust flying off. He coughed, holding the book out before him.
    Johnnie glanced back at the bookshelf nervously, moving away from it and to the end of the shelves. It seemed, this book hadn't been touched in ages. I wonder why, He thought, gazing down at it curiously, searching for some sort of title. Gently pulling the book open, he saw one word: Save. He closed the book quickly, peering around, shaking his head. He figured that 'Save' meant a bookmark, possibly? But, he knew, deep in his heart, that wasn't the case at all. Reaching up, the male grabbed his necklace for comfort, looking away. He was getting worked up over a book!
    Growling to himself, Johnnie picked the book back up, turning it over, searching for any other words. He sighed, about to put it back on the shelves. Walking over, he was about to, before he near crashed into another person. A female, it seemed. Braided hair. Hm. He glanced down at her hands to see which books she was to be reading. He smiled a bit upon realizing it was another of the books he held in his own hands. Maybe she could help him find out what was wrong with the books! Or, at least, what Save meant.
    "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. Um, that book you've got there," He pointed at her book, holding up his own. "Would you like to sit with me?" He asked, smiling at her.


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    Almost as if it was practiced several times over into an art, slender fingers latched onto the spines of several books. Opening some to check out it's summary, Willow inspected them with a bored frown. Her black colored lips let out a sigh before she placed back the book she currently had in her hands.
    It's way more fun to loose yourself in a good book than actually looking for one. Maybe if she had an actual subject in mind, it would have been easier.


    Her tired eyes scanned surrounding books, until a book with leather and gold binding. It looked older than the surrounding books; like a old rooster in the middle of a swarm of baby chicks. She put her hands on it carefully and slid it out of it's long holding place. Shoving the collection of books in any top crevice separating books and shelf, she dusted off the book with her left hand. There was no title written on either the back or front. The book in her hand felt cold. Chilling to the touch, it was a surprise that her fingertips didn't glow as if it was a low temperature inside the library. Cracking open the book, she searched for any words as her body moved across of the aisle and-


    "Oh shit." Willow took a few steps back as to not collide with the other human. The presumed dude, has fluffy hair. Don't pet it Willow. Don't just pet some stranger's hair. He was shorter than her, but she had a clear view of his face. Her dark amber eyes quickly looked at the boy from head to toe, before looking at the book in his hands, and then his face when he spoke. He's apologizing. "Ah, it's no big deal. I wasn't either." Her attention changed again as he pointed to her own book now, clutching it with both hands. Nail's digging into the hardbook leather binding. "Sure. Found the same book too?" A smirk reached into the corners of her mouth, Willow asked as the two went to the nearby table and chairs.
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    Johnnie smiled, though feeling a bit insecure upon realizing that Willow was taller than him. Not by much, but still. Following the unnamed female to the tables, he sat down next to her, nodding. "I didn't know there were two of these," He murmured, smiling softly and opening it. As Willow sat down next to him, he glanced over at her, biting his lip. "Now, would you like to open them together? Also, I'm Johnnie. Johnnie Guilbert." He asked softly, placing his hand upon the book's cover.
    As he slowly opened it, there was a sudden gust of wind, and both the books flew open. Johnnie gasped, scooting away. He stared, reading the word engraved in the cover of Willow's book: Us. He closed his eyes, grabbing Willow's arm as if to protect his new friend. There was smoke rising from the books, purple smoke. It engulfed the pair, and they disappeared into the book.
    Johnnie didn't know what was happening, not at all, but he seemed to figure that the books were enchanted somehow. If that was even possible. He thought to himself, Where are we...? Before falling unconscious in the new land.




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    "Nice name. I'm Willow Styles." Yes, Styles. Odd surname, but it's what she inherited after being taken in a foster family. Luckily, she was able to stay there. Anyways, back to the present. "Whenever you're ready." Book opening competition, start! Her thumb hooked to the other side of the cover, and she managed to open it a little later than the now-named Johnnie. However, a burst of enegry seemed to shoot through the book as the cover itself slammed into the table, purple smoke fuming out of the pages. This caused Willow to jump, and she hardly noticed Johnnie putting his hand on her arm. Her body heated up, sparks in her fingertips.


    Inhaling in the smoke, Willow felt tempted to cough or say anything. The library that once surrounded the pair became streaks before what looked like a blue sky, blurry shapes and clouds. She emitted a sharp gasp followed by the feeling of falling rapidly and the impact of hitting the ground knocked her unconscious.


    Even in an odd slumber, her body felt cold and then reheated. Something smelt like it was burning...
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    The scent of something burned filled Johnnie's nostrils, causing him to bolt awake. His head stung like hell and he opened his eyes, gazing around groggily. He froze, feeling something on his face and hands. He realized, with a jolt, that his clothing had changed. He was now wearing a mask and fingerless gloves. He shook his head, finding a figure lying nearby. Willow.
    Moving to her side, the make quickly shook her, eyes wide as he glared at his clothes. "Willow! Wake up!" He said loudly, shaking her arm and scooting back. His voice sounded... Odd.
    He looked down, gaze traveling to his necklace. He reached down, grabbing it out of comfort. He let out a yelp of pain, as if shocked. He stumbled back, eyes narrowed. "Willow? Where are we?" He asked, upon realizing she was awake. His head and hands stung, and he hissed in pain, looking around, standing up.




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    Tilting her head around, she saw trees branching into the sky. Lifting her body up, she noticed the dark imprints under her. Orange stuck to the green lush of grass. "I... I don't know? Plus, why does your voice sound like Dan Smith?" Willow looked to Johnnie with a confused expression.
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    His voice had changed entirely...
    Johnnie froze, staring over at her. "I don't know why my voice is different. It looks like we're both in pain, so we'll go slow. But, where the hell are we?" He asked, standing warily. He cautiously gazed around, reaching for his pocket. He had hidden a pocket knife there. He was shocked to find that it was gone. He scowled, shaking his head and offering Willow his hand, in hopes she would pull herself up. He looked up at the almost dark blue skies. It must be dark. How long were we out? He thought to himself, looking back at her. He narrowed his eyes, wondering why in hell he was wearing gloves and a mask. His clothes, and his voice had changed. He didn't want to admit it, but he was frightened.





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    She tried to remember anything else, but all she knew was the book and how.. it seemed to suck them in. "I have no idea totally, but did you feel like you where getting sucked into something then falling?" She asked, looking around the twilight sky. Stars where peeking out.


    "So, new mask and a new voice. That is.. odd." Willow commented on tge new appearance.
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    Johnnie released her hand, biting his lip and nodding. "I certainly did feel that way," He agreed, nodding firmly and crossing his arms. The new voice sounded weird to his ears, and he clenched his teeth. "Now, come on, we go exploring." He gently grabbed her hand once more, smiling a bit and glancing back at her as they walked, not daring to touch his necklace, in fear of being shocked again. He looked around, ducking as a branch loomed overhead of them. He pushed branches out of their way, getting a few cuts on his fingers and fingertips. He growled, a wary expression on his face.






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    With this fact, she also looked to Johnnie's hand. If she burned everything that she touched, would she burn him? As well, would she burn the new things that apparently now donned her body. Willow was personally not superr fond dresses, but knowing how to look good in her own way was a thing she knew about. Thank god, she kept the pigtails.
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    Johnnie looked back at the branches, shaking his head. He scowled, seeing most of them burnt or singed. He looked down at their hands, realizing that Willow had some that. He didn't release her hand though. Biting his lip, he began walking again. "Whete do you suggest we look first?" He asked, letting her take the lead. "Willow, tell me about yourself. We don't really know much about each other. Other than our names and the fact we ended up here together." He glared down at his clothes, not understanding how his entire outfit had changed. Though, nothing in this place made sense...





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    "Perhaps civilization of some kind? Unless we are completely engulfed in trees." It was almost like a sea of pine, oak and maple trees clumped together and expansive. Besides oblivious breaks of clearing now and then. If not, Girl Scout training, save them now.


    "Huh, yeah. Might as well, right?" Willow said, guiding a little aimlessly. "So. I guess for starters, I'm 18 years old, and I was born in April 12th. I'm also a foster kid with a step-brother. I was diagnosed with Pyromania when I was eleven, so I just keep a lighter with me at all times, just in case. Sorta like a good luck charm, ya know?" Willow kicked aside a rock with her foot. "I also play the drums. And earned each Scout badge. Sh!t ton of badges."


    "So, what about you, Mr. Johnnie Guilbert?"
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    Johnnie said nothing for a bit, slowly reaching up and pulling his necklace off. "I'm eighteen, too, born on August twenty eighth. Ah, I'm a YouTuber and a singer... As for my family, my dad died when I was eight. He died of cancer..." He trailed off, looking down at his shoes, fiddling with his hands, a sad look crossing his features. He bit his lip, arms crossing, clutching the necklace. He kept walking, releasing her hand and avoiding her gaze. "But, ah! That was ten years ago! I'm... I'm much happier now!" He lied, furrowing his brows, deciding not to mention to her that he had to be put in a mental institution for a week. He frowned, also deciding to keep quiet about his depressive moods at the age of just fourteen.





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    Her gaze direvted itself to his twiddling hands. Her foster family felt as real as a birth family, but she felt pity that for Johnnie, it wouldn't work the same.


    She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder with a light pat. " Mm. Since you say you're a Youtuber, and a singer, have you put any songs up?"
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    Johnnie said nothing for a little while, staring at the ground blankly. He looked up, feeling a hand on his shoulder. Willow. He smiled a little, biting his lip until he spoke. "A few, actually," He murmured, grip tightening on the necklace he held in his palm, as if he was afraid it would evaporate into thin air if he even dared to let go. He closed his eyes, thinking back to when he was young. That night, when his father had died, it was chaos. He had been crying, screaming, and all that when the paramedics rolled his father away. He had been so heartbroken and angry, his brother had to hold him back from running after the ambulance like a grief-stricken dog. He scowled, hands beginning to shake. He opened his eyes, looking up. He wouldn't let these feelings overtake him. Not again.





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    She wasn't too good with comforting people in a bad time. It wouldn't (hopefully) hurt to try. "Would you mind telling me what's one favourite song that you made?" If he could sing it with his nornal voice, maybe he could find something. In the meantime, Willow spent some energy trying to keep a lower temperature on the hand that was on his shoulder.
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    Johnnie crossed his arms, putting his necklace back on and biting his lip, thinking about her question. "A song without a name," He muttered, straightening and standing up. He then looked around, before looking back at her and smiling softly. "That's the song name, I mean." He added, face red in embarrassment as he returned his gaze to the path ahead, falling in line with her. He frowned, pushing branches away and huffing.


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    "It's not a bad song name," Willow remembered some songs that where even longer to the point of a full on sentences, "There's certainly been worse." Worth the effort though. She hasn't heard the song persay, but it could be (it is) nice.
    Her hand fell off his shoulder. Night settling in around them. Willow picked up a stick, and cupped her hand around the end. It illuminated into fire.
    "I can make fire things!" Willow said in surprise.
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    Johnnie looked up, eyes widening at the flaming stick. He was about to yell out in surprise, but stopped himself, near stumbling on a fallen log. He caught himself, standing up and gazing around. They had ended up in some sort of town... Though, everyone's blinds were shut and doors locked. He looked back at Willow, deciding to question her about her newfound powers later. There were a few people standing outside, panicked looks on their faces. He grabbed Willow's arm, and despite his gloves, his hands were cold. "What do you think happened?"





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    #cometscodes

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