The Good Type Of Bad

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After then the two unknown, yet very familiar figures turned into smoke and it all turned to pitch black. She immediatley opens her eyes in shock, getting back into the real world. She didn't noticed she was still floating and then fell back, hard on the floor because of her butt. She groans in pain and rubs her behind. She immediatley turns to his uncle blushing slitghly as her whole world lights up. "Uncle! Uncle! Did you see that?" She stands back up as she runs to him. He shakes his head and looks at her. "Who were they?" She tilts her head as she notices his eyes went back to his normal colors. "What?" She frowns and tries to explain it to him, but wasn't able to recall their feature's. He doesn't have short term memory loss which finds it odd. "You know what, nevermind.."

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(Y/n) was 6 years old when she first met those odd people when she was meditating. She then started meeting them quite frequently everytime she meditates. She spends almost most of her time meditating than talking to tiny. Everytime he walks to the halls and passes her room, he would peak frowning a little seeing her quietly sitting and floating. If gadgets are the childrens distraction in our world, meditating is (y/n)'s distraction in the hooky world. On her spare time when she finishes meditating, she would steal his uncle's binoculars and shrink them into her own size and look out the window. Seeing a group of young children play outside on the surface. She even spots this little café seeing a waiter serving his fellow customers. It makes her happy as she looks at the small town, yet it also makes her sad seeing that she's stuck up there. A knock came to her door and she would immediatley hide the binoculars somewhere, but for a silly child like her, she accidentally threw it out the window. She wasnt able to cast a spell to the object for it to land on the clouds so she was expecting for it to fall somewhere on the surface. The door slowly creaks showing her giant uncle tiny. "(Y/n), I wanna show you something downstairs." He states as she nods and follows him downstairs. When they arrive she was surprised to see a cake with a candle that says 7. She stretches out a small smile on her lips as she looks up at him. Her standing on his uncles giant hands. He looks down smiling. "Am I suppose to swim on it or eat it normally?" She asked. He then places her on the table and he cast himself a spell for him to shrink to a regular sized person. "I think swimming is better." He laughs as he takes the childs hand and the two run in the cake. "Happy 7th birthday (y/n)."

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Days fly quick. (Y/n) becomes more quiet as she interacts with the same two people in her minds. They would teach her how to cast major and dangerous spells as she masters them quickly. She became more unexpressive. Maybe it was influenced by the two couple. Her hobby of looking out the window became an addition since she'd rather look down at the city than sleep. Ofcourse she doesn't need the binoculars since she mastered a spell to zoom in with only her pupils. It wasn't obvious, but she was jealous. She thought it was unfair that she was obligated to stay in this old house while the other children on the surface can play on the surface. She thinks its unfair of them to use the sky for sunlight. She thinks that her uncle owns the skies since they live there.

She didn't notice, but her uncle was watching her by the door. He then knew that she wanted to be free. Ofcourse he made the rule of telling her that she wasn't allowed to go down the surface since she thinks humans are dangerous. He only kept (y/n) because she was a baby. He wanted to raise her knowing that humans are dangerous and that she should never interact with them. If he found an adult he would've had killed them without hesitation. He then sighs and leaves and comes back. He then notices that there was black smoke in her room. It was everywhere. It was scentless, but you can't see anything. He freaks out and went inside to look for her. "(Y/n)!?"

"Mmh?" He exhales from relief as he tries to look for the window. Where she was. For some odd reason the smoke was already coming out, but it wasn't decreasing. It was just increasing more and more. "Where is this coming from?" He asked as she looks at her. "What do you ever mean?" She tilts her head. "Haven't you noticed the smoke all around your room?" She looks in the room and shakes her head. "Odd.." He shakes his head and smiles at her and hands her a tiny and fancy looking broom. "Whats this?" She tilts her head in confusion. "It's a broom that you can use to fly on." She then remembers a chapter from one of her books and nods. "I never seen one with this style.." She exclaims. She thought to herself. It had a saddle that makes the seat more cozier. The saddle was removable incase you want to use it as an ordinary broom. "It's missing something..."

"Like what?" (Y/n) turns and opens a drawer, grabbing a long black ribbon and tied it around the metal coil of the broom.