Before I start, I want to say thank you to TheHilariousUnicorn for putting up with my shit and letting me bounce ideas off of her and, in general, being my partner in crime; my sister form another mister; and my stress reliever. You should totally go follow her; her books are amazing, and she's a really good writer. Plus, her art is really cool.

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Thunder growled as we walked into the mystery section. It's my least favorite because not only are the books mysterious, but so is the room.

There are so many places for people and books to hide. When I first started working here, Jennie pushed a bookshelf-that was against the wall-open and there were even more books behind it.

I cold chill ran down my back the moment we stepped into the room.

"I really hate this place." I breathed out.

"Why?" Brock asked.

"There's just so many places for people to hide." I explained.

Evan stopped, "What do you mean?"

I motioned to the bookshelf that Jennie showed me, "Most of these shelves move and there are a lot of secret crooks were you can hide things."

I walked over to the bookshelf and pushed it open. I looked back at the ghosts and they were impressed, but Evan also looked a bit mad.

"Great!" He sighed, "That makes our job so much easier!"

I bit my lip and looked away. He was right. There are so many places to hide books, who knows where it could be.

"Well standing around here isn't doing anything," Brock said, "let's move."

We opened all of the bookshelves and little cubbyholes and started looking. We looked through everything over four times each and we couldn't find one book that didn't have an author.

I went over to the piano in the corner and sat down. I'm still confused why there's a piano in a library; we can't play it let alone listen to it.

Brock and Evan pulled out two chairs from the long table in the middle of the room and sat down. Brock put his head in his hands and Evan sighed.

"I honestly don't know where else to look." I said as I looked down.

Then I remembered how my mom used to say my grandma always played the piano. She would tell me the stories about how she would sit with her and learn. Everyday, after school, she would walk to the piano, open the stool to get her music sheets, and play. That's when I gasped and looked up, earning the other two's attention.

I quickly jumped up, nearly knocking down the stool, and turned around. I popped open the stool and there, along with some old music sheets and candy rappers, was a book.

A grey, paper back book with a shiny, sliver omega printed on the front and underneath it, in a very nice calligraphy writing, it said "Ohmwrecker/Maskedgamer."

"Is this him?" I asked as I grabbed the book and turned around.

Brock and Evan both squinted their eyes.

"OHM!" They both yelled and ran to me.

I sighed, remembering that I was going to be blinded and pushed back. Turned to a position to where I wouldn't hit anything.

I opened the book and flew back like I knew I would. I slid until I hit a column. I sat up and looked around, but my eyes stopped on the light above the piano.

Grey, fuzzy balls of light formed a jacket, and some kind of thing that looked like it would go over the eyes. The black circles formed the pants and shoes before I was blinded once again, causing me to cover my eyes with my arm.

"Are you okay?" A raspy but smooth voice said. It was kind of high pitched, but low at the same time.

I looked at him. He had a grey hoodie with cute bunny ears and black pants and shoes. However, the thing that really stood out about his appearance was his "mask"-if you want to call it that. It was like a blindfold; a piece of cloth with the omega symbol on it. His pale skin and brown hair poked out a little, but not too much. He was tall too; Maybe like 6 foot or so.

"Yeah," I said as I got up, "I'm good."

I brushed off my clothes as the men got time to talk. I walked over to them and Evan introduced me.

"Ohm, this is (Y/n)," then he turned to me, "(Y/n), this is Ohm."

I nodded and smiled at him while I held my head.

"So where are we off to next?" I asked.

"We can't leave yet," Brock said, "we still need to find Delirious."

I looked at him with a there's-more look, "It took us forever to find Ohm and now we have to find another?"

Brock, Evan, and I groaned and got back to looking.

"Wait, what?" Ohm asked.

Evan explained the situation to him and he mad an 'ooh' face.

"Well where have you looked?" He asked.

"Everywhere." We all three answer.

"Uh..." He looked around, "Maybe we should look for a place where you wouldn't put and book."

I stood up straight and thought about it, "You might be onto something, Ohm." I said as I looked under the table.

We all started looking at places that wouldn't make sense if you put a book there.

After about thirty more minutes of looking, Brock said, "I think I found it."

"Oh good." Ohm said, getting off the floor, "Where?"

We all gathered around Brock as he pointed to something. I followed the direction of his finger to the top of the doorway. We all groaned.

"Maybe we could get on each other's shoulders?" Evan suggested.

"We could stack some chairs?" Ohm said.

"Maybe there's a ladder somewhere." Brock said looking around.

I sighed as they came up with more ideas that may or may not fail. I pulled out a chair, grabbed the cushion that was sitting on it, and threw it at the book, making it fall. The boys stopped talking and looked at me as I looked at them.

"Or we could just do that." I said and walked over to the book.

It was a blue hardback with laminated paper wrapped around it. The cover said "H2O Delirious" in a brighter blue print and in goofy but creepy font. It also didn't have an author.

I picked it up and sighed, preparing myself for the bright lights. I opened it and flew back again. This time, I rolled until I hit a wall.

"Oh shit!" A new and insane-sounding voice yelled, "Are you okay?"

I sat up and looked at the light. Blue waves crashed onto nothing, but formed and nice, blue jacket while the black circles formed legs and feet. Small white lights formed a mask of some sort over the face while roses formed triangles in certain places on it. The light blinded me once again, but I didn't really retaliate. He landed in front of me as I tried to get up.

"I really need to start putting pillows down before I do that." I said as I got up.

I got a better look at him when I finally got up. He wore an ocean blue jacket, black pants and shoes, and a Jason mask. His pale skin shined as he turned around to the rest of them to see if they were okay too, reveling his buzz cut.

My eyes shifted from him to Ohm a few times before I said, "What is up with this section and masks?"

They all just shrugged and Evan walked forward, "(Y/n), this is Delirious," he said motioned to the new man, "Delirious, this is (Y/n)."

We waved and we all huddled around each other.

"Okay," Brock said, "(Y/n) here is going to help us get our lives back, but we have reason to believe that something is trying to stop us from doing so."

"What do you mean?" Delirious asked.

"Well the moment we let Brock out of the book, we heard an old radio and children's laughter." Evan explained.

"And the longer it went on for," I added, "these two stopped walking and became paralyzed."

Ohm and Delirious looked at each other then back at us.

"It could effect like what section you were in, but I don't know why it would happen." Ohm said.

"Wait," Delirious chimed in, "didn't the guy say something about how the one who opens the books effects what happens to us?"

"Yeah, but I thought he just meant like who leaves first and who's next and basic stuff like that." Evan said.

"I did to," He admitted, "but what if this is somehow connected to (Y/n)?"

"Me?" I said.

"Yeah." Delirious said, "Did that old radio or child laughter sound familiar to you in some way?"

I thought about it, "The radio sounded like my grandpa's, but all old radios sounded the same. I didn't really connect to the laughter to any child I knew at the time because I honestly wasn't paying too much attention to it."

They nodded and made yeah-that's-understandable faces.

"Well at least we have a theory." Evan said.

I nodded and backed up, accidentally hitting Ohms arm. The place turned grey. Many teens and young adults sat around in the chairs and near the bookshelves. Nearly all of them were reading, some where looking out the windows, listening to music. The sad part about it though is that some of them were so depressed, that it showed. Most of them looked like they haven't smiled for years and others didn't even have expressions. I even saw a young teen-14 or 15-with bruises and scars all over her body.

"Oh my..." I mumbled.

Ohm moved his arm because I think he noticed that I was about to cry.

"Come on (Y/n)," Evan said kindly but sadly, "we need to hurry."

I nodded and we headed out to the hall again. We heard gunshots from outside, making us jump.

"It 11 o'clock at night," Delirious yelled, "who the hell is shooting guns?"

Then we heard the piano. We all turned around slowly and saw a little girl in a school outfit sitting at the piano, continuously hitting one key. Thunder boomed as lighting flashed and she was gone along with the noise.

I started hyperventilating and Brock tried to calm me down. When I finally did I just shook my head and said, "Where are we going next?"

I looked at Evan and he pointed to the next room: Romance.