(Rascal x Reader) Strange

Part three

          ~~Later that night~~
Your POV:
We all are playing Jenga in teams of three. Me, April, and Kelsey are team 'Sporty Jack Arrows' and Lily, Emily, and Chloe are 'Fairy Tale Art' while Candy is keeping score (A.K.A building a little jenga house for herself. "Steady, steady, GOT IT!" Kelsey pulled out a middle piece. "Alright, it's Lily's turn!" Candy announced. Lily slowly edged a jenga piece out, until, THUD! The whole jenga tower came crashing down. "Hey! Watch it, you could have killed me!" Candy shouts. "Time to count the pieces and see who wins!" Chloe commented. "Alright, we have 14." Kelsey said. "We have 16!" Emily happily exclaimed. We all laugh. Kelsey wraps her arm around my neck playfully. "So, is this taking your mind off Rascal yet?" She teased. "Actually, yes," I smile at her. My smile quickly changed into a frown. "But I still can't believe he found me." were the words that slipped out of my mouth. "It's fine, we won't let Rascal mess with you while we're here." Kelsey reassured. "Now, lets get back to the game!" Kelsey cheers.

    ~~Time Skip when everyone was            asleep except you~~

Narrative POV:
You look around at the dead silent scene, well, almost dead silent except for Emily's obnoxious snoring. You can't stop thinking about Rascal, why was he messing with me? All this talk about Rascal is making me thirsty. For answers, AND water. You get up and carefully step over all your sleeping friends' bodies. You walk into the kitchen and open the fridge. You squint. "Hello again, Y/N." A voice says. You quickly turn around to find the same pale, jester-looking man sitting atop the kitchen counter. "Rascal!" You say, not so shocked. He smiles. "That's my name!" He laughs. "It's time for our game. So-" He starts. "Not now!" You shout. "NOT EVER!" Rascal's creepy smile stayed right on his face. He wraps his arm around your neck, you try to wiggle out but his grasp is too strong for you. "Hmm, how do I put this? You have no choice." His grip tightens. "Ow," you mutter out. "Well, time to go." Rascal says. And like that, everything goes white. You shake your head as the scene comes to be. "Are....we in......a field?" You ask mostly to yourself. "We are in the dreamscape, my dear!" Rascal says shrilly. "Now, let me explain the rules of this game," Rascal starts. "Ok???" You reply. "First, I'll ask you a question then you'll ask me a question. Simple!" He laughs. "Ok, fine." You confirm. "Goodie!" Rascal laughs shrilly. "But I'm going first." You command. "What's with you messing with me?" You ask. "It's fun to play with people!" Rascal giggles. "My turn! What's your favorite story?" He asks. You blink. That's an odd question.... You think. "Umm, (F/S)." You say. "Interesting..." Rascal mutters. "What can I do to make you leave me alone?" You ask quite annoyed. "Nothing!" Rascal smiles. "WHAT?" You screech. "It's not your turn yet, dear." He tuts. "So, why is (F/S) your favorite story?" "Well, it's, it's just a great story!" You reply. "My turn. What do you mean there's nothing I can do to make you leave me alone?" You ask him quite furiously. "What I mean is I'm not going to stop messing with you until I want to.... So in other words: you have a permanent stalker!" Rascal throws his head back and laughs. You're furious. "Just leave me alone!" You protest. "Last question of the day...Do you know what the Glitter Force is?" Rascal smiles mischievously. You perk up. 'It's obvious that Rascal doesn't know I'm in the Glitter Force, and  I don't think he should' you think."Uh, What's that?" You lie. He looks at you as if he knows you're lying. He rolls his eyes but regains his creepy grin. "I know you have a secret, I want to know what it is, and I don't like it when people leave me out on secrets." He says. Rascal slowly inches towards you, until your face is approximately a foot apart from his. You get cough up in the moment and forget all that anger and rage. "So be a good girl and tell me your secret." Rascal says in a hushed voice. Suddenly those feelings of hatred and rage come flooding back. You slap the clown across the face. "None. Of your. Business." You snapped. Rascal grabs you by the neck thus choking you. You try to shove his arm off of your neck, but he's too strong. "Why must you be a nuisance?" He scoffs at you. This is the first time you've seen him frustrated. You feel his sharp nail dig into your skin. He pauses, then a nasty grin forms on his face. "I guess I'll just keep coming back until you tell me your secret." He calmly sighed. "Bye for now!" And like that, everything goes white.