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Y/N woke up at 11 am on this fine day. They had stayed up late reading bandom fanfiction the night before, as they were still suffering from the post-concert depression after the last Fall Out Boy show they went to. Fanfiction was their best coping mechanism.
After hesitating to get up from bed, they remembered that they had plans to go out, forcing them to get ready. As much as they admired the members of their favorite bands, they actually wanted to smell nice and did not follow in the footsteps of some of their hygienic practices. They showered, brushed their teeth, and then proceeded to get dressed. They slipped into a pair of tight black jeans stolen from their ex, favorite band shirt, and a cool jacket, throwing on all the best accessories they could find in their room. The last thing left on the list was to do their makeup.
Remembering their beloved treasure, Y/N skipped over to their bathroom and got out THE PETE WENTZ GUYLINER (wow!) that they had gotten from their last show. They had managed to get pit tickets, and while there, Pete Wentz managed to drop his eyeliner while crowdsurfing. They were the lucky fan who caught it, using it ever since.
However, today was a tragic day, as when Y/N grabbed it out of their drawer, it was empty. Gone. Y/N began to tear up, as they knew what had to be done. They chucked it into the trash!
Instantly, Y/N regretted their decision. Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III had used this eyeliner before them. Therefore, the empty tube should be framed and put in a museum. They crouched down by the trash can and retrieved the pencil, cleaning it off with some Clorox wipes to get rid of the germs from the garbage it had touched for a whole ten seconds.
"There we go. All clean!" They declared, strolling out of the bathroom and gently placing it on their desk so they could go find something to preserve the tube in.
After a few minutes of looking through the downstairs closet, they found a small glass box that would fit it perfectly, and walked back to their room. But only... Pete's eyeliner was gone!!
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Screamed Y/N, in anguish, instantly tearing up at the artifact's disappearance.
They could've made so much money off of it on Ebay! With that, Y/N began searching for the missing tube. The search ended up lasting about 5 hours, ending with a load of back pain and still no eyeliner. Y/N hadn't even remembered the hangout they were supposed to go to today. Y/N was about to lose their mind. After the tiring search, they sat down on their bed and wondered what could've happened to their prized posession. As they laid down, they began to drift and let sleep take them away.
Once asleep, Y/N woke up again, in an odd space that didn't feel real or fake. It was strange.
They looked around this weird plane of existence, seeing nothing but fog billowing all around. They then heard a mysterious voice out of the nothingness.
"The Chosen One has arrived."
Y/N jumped at the sudden voice, not knowing what to do in response. Suddenly, Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III fell from the heavens in front of them. Y/N saw god in this moment. Pete simply smiled mysteriously.
“I'm here to teach you a lesson."
"What-" Y/N was cut off by him, as he pulled something out of his back pocket.
He opened his hand to reveal another tube of his signature eyeliner.
"The real eyeliner was the friends we made along the way, so don't ever worry about losing the original tube. Because as long as you have friends, you'll always have eyeliner, inside your heart."
Without uttering another word, Pete placed the makeup in Y/N’s outstretched palm. Pete withdrew his hand and smiled again, before telling them,
“Remember that any eyeliner can become guyliner if you believe hard enough..." Pete waved his hand snapped his fingers, evaporating into thin air. Y/N woke up at 8 pm, with a new tube of eyeliner that somehow manifested itself on their desk. Perhaps it hadn’t been a dream after all…