14 of December, ¿?, night?

She’s still processing the unicorn when a genuine plague doctor all in red appears and she is dragged into a round and enormous room filled with more black eyed people. The light is low and Molly is forced to squint at the strange room she is being forced into.

The woman with blue hair is at her back, standing next to the old man and the red plague doctor, but Molly has other things to worry about, mostly the fact that a mere hour ago she was at a pool party having a horrible time before someone pushed her in the water. When she had resurfaced, she was no longer at Stacy’s house, but trying to swim in a river in the dark, as the river  tries to drag her down, with the added fear of something touching her legs-something she hoped was simply a small fish. 

Then, the woman with electric blue hair, cut close to her scalp and in cornrows, with dark skin and demonic looking black eyes, wearing some kind of outfit that looked like something a medieval Knight would wear, with chainmail and leather armor. Then, the strange water powers and the unicorn and Molly felt like her brain was overheating. What was going on? 

She is guided to some sort of podium, it feels like she is about to be judged for a crime, she is still tied with that wire and the circulation of her arms feels like it has been cut. Molly looks up and stares at the person sitting high upon a throne, high above the rest of the people sitting in the room. It’s a young man, with tan skin and stark white hair, dressed in all black with some turquoise here and there, a black crown rest on his head, with pale opalescent stones as decoration. 

He spreads over the throne, black eyes on Molly, he speaks, a drawl that echoes around the room, it’s the same strange language the blue haired woman spoke. As he speaks, the room-that had been filled with muttering-quiets down and the man, that couldn’t be over twenty, continues speaking in a bored tone. 

Is this the top dog? Is he like, the king or something? She wonders for a minute, confused and still processing everything. This has to be a dream, a very realistic dream, maybe a nightmare, she’s had those before, they feel so real, right up to the moment she wakes up, and then she realizes that there was no way it was real. 

The mutters around the room rise again until some of them are shouting at each other, and Molly cannot help but gape at everything, her eyes eventually finding the man sitting on the throne. 

He is looking straight at her-or at least, it seems like it, difficult to say with those eyes. 

And Molly shivers. He is strangely familiar, maybe is just the way he acts, but he reminds Molly of a high school bully, one that thinks they’re better than everyone around them. 

Maybe it’s just that she is panicking and maybe having a nightmare, it certainly seems like it. She’ll wake up soon, she has class and a test to do in Algebra, soon, her dad will enter her room and shake her awake when she inevitably pushes the snooze button on her alarm. 

Any moment now, just a matter of minutes. 

…

But what if it’s real? That she somehow traveled to a different world through a portal in Stacy Quentin’s pool? Could that be real? A strange world were people had demonic black eyes and no concept of indoor lightning. With unicorns and strange superpowers. What else there was if those things were treated as if they were normal? Was this a trial? Was she being sentenced to death for trespassing into a magical world? A magical kingdom really, if that crown and throne meant anything.

The world around her has lost meaning and focus, people are arguing around her, the blue haired lady included. The red plague doctor stands next to the throne, accompanied with three other colored plague doctors, blue, white and black, looking like the creepiest haunted house decorations, faces completely covered by their bird masks, hoods covering their heads and long  closed overcoats that reached their ankles, were the clothes under that also the same color as the rest? The underwear too? 

Suddenly, all the voices and noises that had taken over the room were cut off like someone had pushed the mute button on reality- or dream, no proof of neither just yet- and Molly decided it was the perfect time to try and pay attention and whatever was going on in the strange and unknown language.