"make a liar outta me" Isaac foster x reader

The elevator started to ascend slowly, adding to the suspense and anxiety. It was all too much, and you began having an anxiety attack.

(Y/n):"Shhit"   

Your body started shaking lightly. Your knees buckled and you collapsed. It was hard to breathe.

(Y/n):"This cant be.. it doesn't make any sense, I- am I in Limbo? "

Tears welled your in your eyes

(Y/n): 'Damn I'm such a pussy... but this is a normal reaction right? just like anyone else would have?.. I don't care. I don't want to be like this.. it's pathetic.'

You tried to steady your breathing and keep your body still. Your chest still felt like it was being weighed on, but it was better than being practically immobile.

(Y/n): 'Okay... okay that's better. Just breathe...'

you paused for another moment.

(Y/n): 'This doesn't feel like the first time I've dealt with something like this...'

Your trip to memory lane was interrupted when the elevator came to a halt. The doors opened quickly, managing to startle you a bit.

(Y/n): 'Shit, I'm all jumpy now.'

You heard static from the loud speaker, followed by another ominous message.

"ᵞᴼᵁ ᴬᴿᴱ ᴺᴼᵂ ᴱᴺᵀᴱᴿᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴾᴸᴬᵞ ᴬᴿᴱᴬ. "

You took a minute to collect yourself and prepared for whatever it was that awaited you.

(Y/n): 'So is this some sort of game? Like an escape room?'

You stepped out of the rickety elevator. To your surprise, and also to your heavy confusion, you found yourself in a extremely expansive room that was filled with buildings. It looked exactly like a part of a city, minus the bright lights and people. It made you sick how unnatural it was. It was extremely dark and quiet. The only noticeable sound was from artificial wind that was blowing around tattered papers in the 'streets'. 

(Y/n): 'If the other floors are anything like this, then wow.
This is an actually incredibly impressive feat...'

You decided to take this as nothing more than a game, and tried to ignore the details of your situation. Fears about things such as what you could and could not remember- or what it meant to be a 'sacrifice'- had to be momentarily ignored for the sake of progress.

(Y/n): 'All that matters is getting out. Keep. moving. forward.'

Clink tak tak tak

You spun around at the noise. It sounded like someone had kicked a glass bottle. There was nothing there to be seen.

(Y/n): 'Fuck it, I'm not dealing with this bullshit. I'm out.'