[A/N ASDFGHJKL I HAVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG TO WRITE AS PJ OKAY YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. -Florence23]

PJ wandered down a dark tunnel, his hands trailing the walls. There were no light sources, but he could see just fine. Maybe his vampire side finally being helpful? PJ wanted to know what was happening. Why was he in a tunnel? He sighed, this felt too real to be a dream, but it didn't appear to be real life either. It's somewhere in between. As he walked on, heading for something he didn't know, dark lines suddenly filled the walls. They traced every inch of the tunnel, almost blacking out the entire thing with scribbled lines. Slowly the lines drifted apart again, revealing the tan walls that had always been there.

One line on PJ's left kept creeping along, long after the others had died out. Slowly, it began to form circles, triangles, squares. Happy faces, flowers, stick figures. The line began to use more than one color, albeit sloppily. PJ stopped walking to admire the giraffe that had just appeared. At least, that's what he thought it was, it could be an alien too. PJ reached out to touch the wall, but he never made it, for when he saw his own hands he screamed, or rather, squealed. They were so tiny! Like a toddler's hands! Looking down PJ found that he was a toddler! Since when was he so little? PJ wondered what he looked like, then, to his right he discovered a tiny stick figure, smiling at him. A little arrow pointed to the figure, with the markings 'P J' next to it. It was a drawing of him! It didn't really help, but PJ found it was nice to see someone had drawn him.

He started walking down the tunnel again, getting a feeling of vertigo as he did so. Was the tunnel sloping down? No, wait, PJ was growing taller! He looked around the tunnel, he was now about one half its height! On the wall the lines began to write sentences. "Dear Diary, I am PJ! :D" Said one scribble, followed by a happy face. Another read "I AM PJ LIGUORI, FEAR ME!" This one made PJ giggle. The stick figured were there as well, although now they had hair and clothes.

Even farther down the tunnel PJ found a short story scribbled out. It was about a clown named Wiggles. Next to it was a pretty good drawing of an eye ball, with make up mirroring what today's Wiggles looks like. PJ smiled, he remembered drawing that eye.

PJ grew again, now he could touch the ceiling without jumping. On the wall math questions and vocabulary tests filled the empty space. Lots of animal drawings littered the extra space, each one more realistic than the last. The wolf at the end of this particular section looked hair raisingly real. It seemed to growl as PJ as he walked past it. PJ growled back, which made him laugh.

PJ could now touch the roof with his elbows, which was a feat amongst itself. The drawings on the wall were still there, but now there was digital art too. Text messages also were there. PJ's head suddenly hit the roof, and he could tell he was back to normal hight now. As he walked even further messages about college appeared, along with the names of his friends. Animations of each friend walked around their own name. Phil's animation had a lion on it.

Suddenly there were giant block letters on the wall. 'KICKTHEPJ' it read, and on the other wall, 'PJTHEKICK'. PJ smiled, walking past drawings of video ideas and sketches. Lists of friends and people he had met because of it. More people animations, Dan, Chris, Louise. Fanart and memes. The art slowly stopped and melted into Oscar's Hotel concept art, finally forming the words for it. A strand of each drawing flowed on each wall, as the rest faded away.

The tunnel was slowly shrinking in width, making PJ feel claustrophobic. The walls of the tunnel were slowly turning red, blood red. Blood dripped from the ceiling, making haunting splashing sounds. A drawing of fangs appeared on the wall. PJ still had that drawing in his pocket. He felt for it, unfolding it and placing it on the wall next to the bigger version. It faded into the wall, and the tunnel started to widen again, the blood drips leaving as well, but the walls stayed the reddish rust color they were stained. A memory of how acceptance can help, but it can never make things totally better.

As PJ wandered on he found more text messages, but this time between him and Louise. Talking about the AC. They were mostly just informative, although one had made PJ blush a little. They were talking about Bailey, and, well, PJ had asked for her number so he could text her. Louise had given it without question, thank gods. Slowly conversations with Bailey littered the walls. In the few days of their introduction it became clear that they were meant to be. As friends, of course, only friends. PJ knew she probably didn't want a boyfriend, after her first one being a murdering Dan. He shook his head, he could see light ahead of him.

PJ walked at first, but over time began to run. He was running and running. Now he was sprinting. Finally he reached the light, and it was all over.