As the night progressed and the group continued to drink and celebrate, the atmosphere grew more and more festive. Everyone was feeling a bit tipsy, including Y/N, who had originally claimed she would only try one drink. However, the combination of the strong cocktails and the occasional shots had loosened her up considerably. However, among the group, I was the only one who remained comparatively sober. Thanks to my high alcohol tolerance, I could hold my liquor better than the rest, my mind and demeanour still relatively clear.

My friends, Mike and Lilly, were swaying and laughing loudly, their speech becoming progressively slurred. Sarah, although less intoxicated than the other two, still had a rosy tint to her cheeks, her words a little less precise than usual. But it was Y/N who had surprised me the most. She was laughing and giggling uncontrollably, her inhibitions clearly lowered by the booze.

In the middle of her laughter, Lilly suddenly blurted out a personal question. "Hey, Y/N, do you feel like getting laid tonight?" she asked with a wide, drunken grin. Her words were loud and unfiltered, causing my eyes to widen slightly in surprise. The question hung in the air, and a moment of silence followed as the rest of the group looked at Y/N, awaiting her response. I glanced over at her, wondering how she would react, but it was difficult to read her expression behind the hazy tipsiness in her eyes.

As soon as Lilly's question left her lips, I felt a sudden surge of protectiveness. I immediately shook my head, my voice firm. "Lilly, you shouldn't ask something like that. Y/N has been drinking, and she's not in the right frame of mind to answer. It's not appropriate to ask her about such things while she's inebriated." My words cut through the haze of alcohol, my voice laced with a certain sternness.

A moment of silence followed as the group digested my words. I could see Sarah and Mike nodding in agreement, their drunken minds trying to comprehend the situation. Lilly huffed slightly, frustrated that her question hadn't led to the desired outcome. Meanwhile, Y/N seemed a bit dazed, her gaze unfocused as she tried to process the conversation.

In the midst of the awkward silence that followed my intervention, Y/N spoke up in a slightly slurred voice. Her words were a bit disjointed, a testament to the effect of alcohol on her speech. "I'm... waiting," she said slowly, her eyes unfocused. "I'm waiting for... the right person." Her words were soft but carried a hint of determination.

As soon as Y/N finished her sentence, her mood seemed to shift suddenly, her words quickly followed by a declaration. "I wanna dance," she proclaimed, her drunken enthusiasm taking over. She was clearly eager to move and release some energy, the effect of the alcohol making her inhibitions disappear.

Once Y/N announced her desire to dance, Sarah and Lilly immediately followed suit, struggling to maintain their balance as the alcohol took hold of them. Sarah stumbled a bit, almost losing her footing, but managed to regain her balance. The three of them then shuffled towards the dance floor, their steps a tad unsteady, but their desire to dance overpowering any concerns about their drunken state.

I watched as Y/N had her camera hanging in her neck. Whereas, Sarah and Lilly made their way to the dance floor, their steps a mix of grace and clumsiness. Y/N's movements, even in her drunken state, were mesmerizing. She seemed to move with an almost carefree abandon, her body swaying and twirling to the beat of the music. Her eyes were half-lidded, her face bearing a contented smile, and it was clear that the alcohol had erased any inhibitions she may have had.

As I continued to watch Y/N on the dance floor, a wave of relief washed over me. I silently thanked myself for thinking ahead and securing the VIP section for ourselves, ensuring that we had some privacy and control over the situation. The thought of other men encroaching on Y/N's personal space made me feel uneasy, and I was glad that we could keep a closer eye on her here. I knew that my concern for her safety was justified, but a part of me couldn't help but acknowledge that I was also feeling some jealousy at the thought of other men trying to take advantage of her drunken state

As my gaze shifted from Y/N dancing, I noticed how Sarah's dance moves were becoming increasingly unsteady. She was clearly struggling to keep up, her balance faltering with each move, and her movements lacked any coordination. It was evident that she was dangerously close to passing out due to her drunken state. On the couch, Mike was already out cold, blissfully oblivious to everything around him as he sprawled out on the seat.

As I continued sipping on my drink, watching the others dance, I suddenly noticed a subtle change in my own body. The alcohol that I had been consuming was starting to take effect, and I could feel the familiar signs of intoxication settling in. My thoughts became slightly fuzzy, my vision just a tad hazy, and I realized that I, too, was beginning to feel tipsy.

Bringing my attention back to my friends, I noticed Sarah, Lilly, and Y/N dancing with wild abandon, their voices raised in laughter and shouts of excitement. They were fully embraced in the moment, letting the music and the alcohol take control of their inhibitions and turn them into completely carefree individuals.

Their movements were far from coordinated, but their enthusiasm was infectious. They bounced and swayed to the beat, their arms flailing, their bodies twisting and turning in a makeshift dance routine that was definitely not something one would expect from a professional dance squad.

It was chaotic, but it was also a testament to the fact that they were enjoying themselves. Despite the clumsiness, they were having the time of their lives, completely immersed in the music and the atmosphere. All three of them were clearly lost in the moment, consumed by the sheer joy of dancing and the freedom brought about by the alcohol.

As the three girls finished dancing and made their way back to the couches, it was clear that the alcohol was taking its toll on them. Sarah, in particular, was visibly struggling to stay upright, her body swaying and teetering on the edge of passing out. Before she could collapse, I quickly stood up and managed to catch her just in time, preventing her from hitting the floor.

The night took a turn as Sarah and Mike succumbed to the effects of excessive alcohol, both passing out peacefully on the couches. Meanwhile, Lilly and Y/N were clearly drunk, their words slightly slurred and their movements unsteady. I, on the other hand, was feeling the effects of alcohol too, but I was still conscious and relatively lucid compared to the others.

I retrieved my phone from my pocket and placed a call to my bouncers, who were stationed outside the club, waiting for my instructions. They immediately answered, and I didn't waste any time in explaining the situation. "Guys, I need your help right now," I said urgently. "My friends are a bit tipsy and I can't handle them all on my own. Could you come inside and give me a hand, please?"

There was a moment of understanding silence from the other end of the line before the voice of one of the bouncers responded. "We're on our way," he said, his tone all business. "Give us a few minutes."

I turned to the bouncers and instructed them to take Mike to the car, his unconscious form slung over their shoulders with ease. I then turned to Sarah, who was still passed out on the couch, and carefully scooped her up in my arms, her limbs hanging limply as I carried her.

As I handed over Mike to the bouncers, a thought passed through my mind. Even though I trusted them implicitly, there was a nagging unease at the thought of them handling Sarah, who was wearing a short dress. It felt inappropriate to have other men's hands on her, even accidentally. I considered the risk of them accidentally touching her in a way that was uncomfortable for her, or even just the idea of it made me feel uncomfortable on her behalf.

I turned to one of the bouncers and gave him a directive. "Keep an eye on Y/N and Lilly while I'm gone," I said firmly. "I'll be back shortly." With that, I strode out of the club, Sarah in my arms, her head resting against my chest.

Carefully, I laid Sarah down next to Mike in the backseat, making sure she was tucked in securely. I then noticed my jacket lying on the other seat and quickly grabbed it, unfolding it before gently draping it over Sarah's legs, covering them and providing some additional warmth and modesty.

I made my way back into the club, finding Y/N and Lilly still together, both looking more intoxicated than before. I approached them and extended my arm, offering support. "Okay, ladies," I said calmly. "Grab my arm and let's get you out of here. We've had enough fun for one night."

I turned to Lilly and instructed her to sit with Mike and Sarah, who were both passed out and unable to walk on their own. "Lilly, you sit with them," I said, gesturing towards the unconscious pair in the back seat. "They need to get home." I then turned to the bouncers and gave them instructions. "Please take them back to my mansion," I said firmly. "Make sure they're all safe and comfortable."

I paused for a moment and then turned back to the bouncers, a serious expression on my face. "Just to be clear," I said firmly, "if anything happens to them, if even a single hair on their heads is misplaced, I will hold you responsible. I expect them to arrive at my mansion safe and sound, and that they are taken care of properly. Understood?"

I led Y/N over to the other car and opened the passenger side door for her. "Come on, Y/N," I said gently, guiding her into the car. "Hop in here." I helped her sit down in the passenger seat, making sure she was secure before shutting the door gently.

As I settled into the driver's seat, I recalled the conversation Y/N had shared with us earlier in the day. Her father had mentioned the upcoming testing of his time machine, and that he had asked Y/N to stay by his side during the procedure. If not for her father's request, I would have gladly offered a place for her to stay at my mansion for the night. However, taking into account the significant event that lay ahead, I knew that it was best for her to be with her family.

As I navigated through the quiet streets, suddenly the sound of loud music filled the car. Glancing over, I saw that Y/N had picked up my radio, turned up the volume, and selected her favourite tune. The upbeat song blared through the speakers, momentarily drowning out my thoughts.

I glanced over at Y/N, who was swaying her head to the rhythm of the music. Deciding to strike up a conversation, I asked over the thumping beats, "Do you like this song?"

Y/N grinned, clearly enjoying the infectious beat, and replied, "Yeah! It's one of my favourites. Always puts me in a good mood." She seemed to be enjoying the music and the ride, her earlier intoxication replaced by a carefree energy fuelled by the cheerful music.

Mike's words from earlier rang in my mind. He had encouraged me to confess my feelings for Y/N, particularly since we were alone together in the car. The timing felt right, and I couldn't shake off the thought. As the music continued to play, I decided that this moment might just be the perfect opportunity to finally tell her how I felt.

I focused my gaze on the road ahead, determined to stay in control despite the influence of alcohol. I had to remind myself to drive safely and get Y/N home safely before entertaining any thoughts of confessing my feelings. The responsibility to ensure her safety was paramount, and I silently pledged to prioritize that over any urges I might have to express my emotions in the moment.

As the song ended and the music quieted down, Y/N turned to me with a reflective expression on her face. In a soft, slightly slurred voice, she asked, "When do you think I'll find my 'the one'? My special someone?"

I glanced over at her, noticing the slight slur in her speech. It was clear that the alcohol was still affecting her, making her more candid than usual. I considered her question for a moment before responding gently, "You never know, Y/N. The right person might just pop up when you least expect it."

Y/N let out a sigh, her eyes taking on a somewhat pensive look. "It's just... I want to find that person, you know? The one who understands me, who gets my quirks and loves me anyway," she confessed, her voice tinged with a slight hint of longing.

I nodded, understanding the sentiment behind her words. It was a feeling many people could relate to, the desire for that one special person who understood you completely. "Finding someone like that takes time," I replied, trying to offer some wisdom. "But when you do, it's worth the wait."

Y/N leaned back against the seat and let out a frustrated sigh, her expression now a mix of disappointment and frustration. "It's just so unfair," she muttered, "I see so many people fall in love and find happiness. When is it going to be my turn?"

I looked over at her, feeling a pang of empathy for her disappointment. "It's not about when; it's about who," I responded gently. "The right person takes time to find sometimes. But when you find them, it'll be worth the wait, Y/N."

The silence in the car was palpable as we drove on, each of us lost in our own thoughts. The previous light-hearted atmosphere had shifted, replaced by a more contemplative mood. I glanced at Y/N, noticing her slightly downcast expression.

As I glanced at Y/N, my heart silently ached with a strong desire. Each passing moment increased my yearning to be her "the one," the special someone she was searching for. Every fibre of my being longed to fill that role and bring happiness into her life. I envisioned being the person who understood her completely, who loved her for all her quirks and nuances. The thought of being the one to bring a smile to her face consumed me, a bittersweet mix of hope and longing filling my chest.

As the silence continued, my mind began to race, contemplating the moment we found ourselves in. The night seemed perfect, and the absence of distractions created a quiet intimacy between us. In that moment, I felt a sense of certainty that this might just be the right time to confess my feelings for Y/N.

Gathering my resolve, I swallowed, my throat suddenly feeling dry. I knew it was now or never. I cleared my throat, breaking the silence in the car, and spoke, "Y/N, there's something I need to tell you. Something important."

Y/N's response was not what I was expecting. Instead of expressing eagerness to hear my confession, she brushed it off, saying, "Later, Jason. Not now." Her tone held a hint of dismissiveness, and her statement was terse and abrupt. I was taken aback, feeling a pang of disappointment and confusion in my chest.

My heart sank as Y/N's words hit me like a cold shower. The confidence and determination I had mustered to confess my feelings came crashing down, leaving me feeling deflated and dejected. Her abrupt dismissal stung, and I tried to hide my disappointment as we continued driving in silence. I could barely manage a quiet "okay" in response, my voice betraying my disappointment. The silence that followed was deafening, and I focused my attention on the road ahead, trying to suppress the turmoil of emotions welling up inside me.

I silently repeated those words to myself, trying to find some comfort in the situation. Tomorrow was a significant day for Y/N, and perhaps waiting until then would be the better option. She'd be sober, and perhaps the timing would be better. Maybe confessing my feelings when she was in a different frame of mind would yield a more favourable outcome.

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Y/N's father, Dr. Jameson, was busy at work in his lab, making final preparations for the testing of his time machine. He approached the large device, its metallic surface gleaming under the bright lights of the lab. With a critical eye, he checked and double-checked the settings and calibrations, ensuring everything was in order for the upcoming experiment.

Dr. Jameson sent his team home early, acknowledging the importance of rest for tomorrow's experiment. He reminded his teammates to get a good night's sleep and be ready for the significant task ahead. He understood the weight of the upcoming event and wanted his team to be well-rested and focused for the time machine test the following day.

The scientist, having sent his team home early for rest before tomorrow's event of testing the time machine, was now left alone in the lab. He couldn't help but find himself sporting a wide grin on his face as he stood in front of the time machine, feeling a mix of triumph and anticipation at the successful completion of his invention. He had worked tirelessly on it for years, and now it stood before him, ready for the big day tomorrow.

He reached into his lab coat pocket and retrieved his cell phone upon seeing his wife's name appear on the screen. Seeing her name brought a broad smile to his face. Despite being engrossed in his work and preoccupied with the time machine test, the sight of his wife's call only widened his grin. He couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement as he accepted the call.

"Hey, honey," he said, his voice filled with warmth and enthusiasm. "Is everything alright? I'm in the middle of a few preparations for tomorrow's test, but you know you're always a welcome interruption." His words were light, tinged with affection, as he waited to hear her response.

He listened intently to his wife's voice on the other end of the line, his attention divided between her words and the time machine test preparations. He knew she was calling for a reason, but he couldn't help but feel grateful for the momentary break in his work to talk to her. Her voice was soothing and familiar, a comfort in the midst of the high-pressure environment of his lab.

"I know tomorrow is a big day," he assured her. "But I've got everything under control. The team is well-rested, and the time machine is in tip-top condition. We're all set for the testing, so there's no need to worry." His words conveyed confidence and reassurance, seeking to alleviate any potential concerns or anxieties she might have about the experiment.

His wife's voice filled the air, her words carrying a gentle persuasion. "Honey," she began, her tone laced with a hint of suggestion, "I know you're busy, but why don't you come over for a little while? I have something I want to discuss with you." He listened, curiosity piqued by the reason behind her proposition.

His thoughts flickered momentarily to the work waiting for him at the lab, the time machine test preparations still on his mind. But his wife's words outweighed any hesitation he might have felt. He knew she wouldn't call him over unless it was important. "Sure, honey," he replied, his voice tinged with agreement and affection. "I'll come over. Just give me a moment to finish up here, and I'll be on my way."

He quickly finished his work, ensuring that everything was properly wrapped up for the night. He knew he'd have to return to the lab earlier the following morning to complete last-minute preparations. But for now, the priority was to attend to his wife and listen to what she had to say.

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J A S O N

As I brought the car to a stop in front of Y/N's house, the street lights casting a soft glow over the quiet neighbourhood. She reached for her seatbelt, ready to exit the car and head inside. I couldn't help but feel a sense of reluctance, not quite ready to say goodnight just yet.

"Hey, Y/N," I began, my voice filled with genuine concern, "Do you need any help getting inside? I can walk you up, just to make sure you get in safely." Y/N looked at me, her voice slightly slurred from the alcohol, and responded with a small smile. "No, no, no, I'm okay," she assured me. "I can manage just fine. You don't have to worry."

I watched as Y/N slowly exited the car, her movements slightly unsteady due to the effects of the alcohol. As she was about to close the door, I noticed something glinting in the dim light that caught my eye. Y/N's bracelet appeared to have loosened up and fallen onto my passenger seat. I reached for it, holding it gently in my hand, and looked at it for a moment, the delicate chain gleaming slightly in the light.

Despite my initial determination to stay awake and watch Y/N walk safely to her house, exhaustion eventually overcame me. My eyelids grew heavier by the second, and I couldn't keep my thoughts from unravelling as sleep crept up on me. My efforts to remain alert proved futile, and before I knew it, I found myself succumbing to fatigue. My head lolled to the side, and my eyes slowly closed, drowsiness enveloping me, my hand clutching onto the bracelet tightly.

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Y/N stepped out of the car, her legs feeling somewhat unsteady as a result of the alcohol and the high heels she was wearing. She stumbled momentarily, attempting to find her balance as she made her way towards her house. The world seemed to sway gently, and she had to consciously concentrate on each step to avoid sprawling on the pavement.

As Y/N continued her path, her steps felt uncertain, and she found herself faltering. In an attempt to stabilize herself, she reached out and placed her hand against the wall beside her, leaning on it for support. The wall offered a sturdy surface, helping to balance her wobbly legs and provide a momentary pause from her tipsy journey.

As Y/N stood at the wall, supporting herself after her intoxicated stumbling, her eyes caught sight of her hand resting against it. It was then that she noticed the absence of something – her bracelet was missing. Her brow furrowed slightly as her mind registered the disappearance of the jewellery.

Upon realizing that her bracelet was missing, a pang of disappointment filled Y/N. "My bracelet," she mumbled to herself, her voice filled with a hint of regret. She looked down at her wrist, the absence of the familiar accessory now apparent to her inebriated mind.

Y/N looked down at the ground, her vision slightly blurry and her mind somewhat disoriented. She tried to search for her missing bracelet, but her sight failed to spot the glinting jewellery on the pavement. Frustration mingled with helplessness as she continued to look around, her movements somewhat hindered by her drunken state.

Defeated and frustrated after not finding her bracelet, Y/N stumbled towards the nearby door. It was strangely ajar, and in her inebriated state, she didn't think twice about entering. Her mind was solely focused on finding her missing jewellery, and the open door seemed like a potential lead.

As Y/N entered the nearby house, her words echoed faintly, "My bracelet," a repetition of her desire to find the missing jewellery. Despite the unfamiliar surroundings, her alcohol-clouded mind was solely fixated on locating the bracelet, seemingly blind to the fact that she had unexpectedly entered her dad's lab.

Y/N mumbled again to herself, "My bracelet," her voice tinged with an urgent and disoriented tone. Unaware of her surroundings, she wandered further into the lab, her focus solely on trying to locate her lost jewellery. The sterile and scientific environment of the lab provided a stark contrast to her drunken search, yet she was too consumed by her quest to notice her unintended trespassing.

With slurred speech and a hazy mind, Y/N stumbled around the lab, her search for the missing bracelet leading her to ransack various areas. She opened drawers and rummaged through shelves, her movements chaotic and uncoordinated. Unaware of the potential risks or the consequences of her actions, she indiscriminately pawed through the laboratory equipment and materials in her disoriented state.

In her relentless pursuit to find her bracelet, Y/N stumbled upon another door in front of her, her mind and body working in a disjointed manner. Still mumbling about the lost jewellery, she reached for the handle and clumsily opened the door, not aware of what lay beyond it.

Y/N stumbled into the room, her eyes focusing on the large time machine she had seen before but could not comprehend in her drunk state. Instead of understanding the significance of the room and the machine, her mind was fixed on one thing – finding her lost bracelet. She mumbled repeatedly, "My bracelet," searching frantically around the room, her words slurred and barely intelligible.

Y/N, with her vision slightly hazy and her movements unsteady, finally spotted the missing object that had been causing her so much distress – a bracelet lying innocently on the lab table. With a mix of excitement and relief, she approached the table, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the jewellery. She gingerly picked up the bracelet, turning it over in her fingers as her alcohol-induced mind desperately sought to confirm if it were indeed hers.

Y/N held the bracelet in her hands, the alcohol clouding her judgment and causing her to mistake the remote for the time machine as her own missing jewellery. "My bracelet," she murmured, her voice slurred and filled with a sense of relieved triumph. But being in her drunken state, she failed to grasp the significance of the device she was holding or the actual purpose of the room she was standing in.

As the bracelet wrapped around Y/N's wrist, she felt a strange stinging sensation followed by a faint current of electricity coursing through her. The sensation made her gasp suddenly, her intoxicated mind struggling to comprehend what was happening. She stumbled back, disoriented and unnerved by the unexpected feeling she had just experienced.

As Y/N stumbled back, still feeling the residual effects of the strange current on her wrist, the room's large time machine suddenly flickered to life. The machine emitted a glow as a screen on its front panel lit up, casting a cold, artificial light throughout the room. Her inebriated mind was startled and confused, the unexpected activation of the machine adding to her already disoriented state.

Y/N's inebriated mind was struggling to make sense of the events unfolding before her. The sudden activation of the time machine, the glowing screen, and the strange current from the bracelet she had just donned all seemed like a bizarre combination of events that her alcohol-impaired understanding could not coherently piece together. Her curiosity, fuelled by the disoriented state, made her approach the machine.

As Y/N stumbled up to the time machine, her eyes attempted to focus on the lit screen in front of her, but her blurry vision made the words appear indistinct and muddled. Frustrated, she rubbed her eyes, hoping to clear her vision and make sense of the text on the screen. Yet, her inebriated state only made her efforts more clumsy and uncoordinated.

Her vision still impaired by the alcohol's effects, Y/N squinted at the screen, trying to decipher the words. As her blurred vision and addled mind started to focus, she finally managed to make out the instructions on the screen: "Sit comfortably... on the seat... and lock the... seatbelt carefully." The commands didn't fully register in her alcohol-addled state, but the words provided fragments of clarity in the sea of confusion.

With a hint of stumbling coordination, Y/N turned her gaze towards the time machine's seat she had spotted earlier. Despite her inebriated state, she recognized the presence of a seat, her eyes struggling to focus on the details. The words she had just read echoed in her head, and she tried to comprehend the instruction to sit and buckle herself in.

Y/N gingerly made her way towards the seat, her steps still somewhat unsteady from the alcohol coursing through her system. Her eyes darted around the seat, searching for the seatbelt that was mentioned on the screen. With a measure of clumsy determination, she finally located the seatbelt and fumbled with it, attempting to fasten it as instructed.

Undeterred by her inebriated state, Y/N focused her attention on the screen as the next instructions appeared. Despite her blurry vision and disoriented mind, she attempted to decipher the new commands displayed, which instructed her to "enter... the date and... time... you wish to... travel." She squinted at the screen, trying to make sense of the words and the accompanying interface that was meant to allow her to input the desired information.

Although her comprehension was hindered by the effects of the alcohol, Y/N fumbled with the time machine's controls, trying to locate the interface for entering the date and time. Her movements were clumsy and uncoordinated, and her mind struggled to focus on the task at hand. Despite her efforts, she fumbled with the controls, her hand movements clumsy and uncoordinated, while her inebriated mind couldn't seem to grasp the precise method to input the desired date and time.

As Y/N struggled with the time machine's interface, the screen displayed a new instruction, instructing her to "press the red... button to... start the engine." Distorted by the alcohol in her system, the words on the screen seemed to swim before her eyes. She squinted and tried to focus on the button, her hand trembling faintly as it reached out towards the red button.

Despite her inebriated state and shaky hand, Y/N's finger finally touched the red button on the time machine. She pressed it with a mixture of caution and uncertainty, releasing it with a nervous look on her face. Her mind was too hazy to fully comprehend the potential consequences of her action.

As Y/N pressed the red button, activating the time machine, the device responded with a mechanical hum. A robotic voice echoed in the room, stating, "Engine starting..." The sound was jarring and unexpected, causing Y/N to startle slightly in her drunken state. The gravity of the situation seemed to elude her, as her mind was too clouded by alcohol to fully process what was happening.

As the time machine began to rise off the ground, Y/N's anxiety kicked in, even in her drunken state. She felt a wave of panic wash over her as her mind struggled to make sense of the situation. The world around her seemed to spin and shift, both a result of the alcohol coursing through her system and the unexpected lift-off of the time machine. She clutched at the sides of the seat, her hands shaking with a mix of fear and disorientation.

The time machine's sudden lift-off created a disorienting effect that made the world around Y/N seem like a kaleidoscope of disjointed colours and shapes. Her disoriented mind, heavily influenced by the alcohol, struggled to interpret the chaotic visual assault, further intensifying her sense of fear and confusion. The spinning sensation and the kaleidoscopic vision made it difficult for her to grasp her surroundings, adding to her growing panic.

As the world outside the time machine transformed into a dizzying array of colors and shapes, Y/N's already disoriented state worsened. Her head began to spin, and a wave of nausea washed over her. The combination of the alcohol and the unexpected motion of the time machine was becoming too much for her to cope with. Her hands clutched at her head, a desperate attempt to steady herself as the world around her seemed to blur and meld into an indistinguishable mass.

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I had been chatting with my wife about our plans for the future, specifically focusing on the idea of training Y/N to take over as CEO from her mother. However, just as we started discussing the details, a brilliantly intense light caught my attention. It was so luminous that it felt like the sun had woken up prematurely, flooding the room with its brightness. Panic consumed me, and instinctively, I dashed towards the stairs, desperate to find the origin of this astonishingly dazzling illumination.

Driven by concern and intrigue, I raced down the stairs and hurried towards my lab, my eyes straining against the intense light that filled the house. The brightness was almost painful, making me squint to navigate my way through the corridors. Every fibre of my being ached to know the source of this blinding phenomenon.

Just as I approached the room in my lab where my precious time machine was kept, the blinding light suddenly stopped. The abrupt transition from searing brightness back to the night shadows caused a jolt of panic to surge through my veins. My heart thumped inside my chest, and a sense of unease settled over me. Why had the light suddenly ceased? What could have caused such an otherworldly display?

As I entered the lab, my eyes widened in shock. The time machine, one of my most prized possessions and scientific marvels, was nowhere to be seen. But in its place, there was an unsettling clue – a single heel resting innocently on the floor. It was a familiar shoe, one that adorned the feet of someone very dear to me: Y/N. Panic and disbelief gripped me, my mind racing to make sense of this inexplicable disappearance.

"fuck!"

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