"Plug it in, plug it in!" Linger was contentedly blaring out the theme-song for Glade Plugins. She was also hanging over the couch plugging in the toaster in order to make herself PopTarts downstairs while Shadow was busy getting the Trigun DVD to play.
"LINGER! SHUT UP!" Shadow's sharp, somewhat desperate command silenced her friend who was still humming the tune as she crammed her PopTart into the toaster. Shadow's brow was furrowed as she glared at the laptop. The two were attempting to play their favorite Trigun DVD, "High Noon". It was around the thirtieth time they were watching it... in a row. Linger's parents were using the big screen, and they needed more outlets for the toaster so they'd moved to her room. Linger was dirty from gardening, and a few branches were sticking out of her hair. Her backpack was beneath her rump, and Shadow was seated on the floor. They were back from a day of weeding for summer income. A few of the plants were saved in Linger's bag because she liked them. The bag still held their lunch, water bottles, and CD or MP3 players. It had been a drive to where they were weeding so they'd brought entertainment and food. None of it was used of course because they were too busy driving Linger's mother insane by singing separate songs to their headphones.
"I want my Knivels!" Linger whined pitifully as another error message popped up on the laptop screen.
"LEGATO!" bawled Shadow, her eyes welling with soggy tears. Linger glared at the compter, and gave it good smack in the hard drive.
"You made Shadow-"the ring of the toaster broke her concentration. Maybe now would be a good idea why these two were kept in the same building.
You see, it begins with a short little kid entering her new classroom in 4th grade. She's given a seat across from a taller girl. Neither realized it, but they were pretty close looking. Now they're frequently mistaken for sisters. It's been a few years so I forget how the two actually became friends. Linger was the short kid, and Shadow was the tall one. After fifth grade Linger unfortunately moved away from her friend, back to the USA. The two had been happily causing chaos at their school in Venezuela. Shadow and Linger kept in contact, and Shadow visits every year during the summer. The second summer she's visiting is when this little ditty takes place. Both are going into eighth grade, and are 13 year old teenagers, well Shadow's 14. Linger's become a schizophrenic, psychotic, idiotic, easily obsessive person on a constant sugarhigh. She's also lost a good million or so braincells, rendering her common sense level somewhere in the negatives. Shadow has a good deal more sense then her completely stupid counterpart. She's also free of voices and fleas, and not on a constant sugarhigh. Did I mention she's got over two dozen anime husbands? It's her hobby. Linger's hobby is figuring out how to fit two quarters up her nose while talking to Bob, a plushie spider. What a happy pair the two are. Still, they're best friends. Back to our little story now.
At the precise moment as the DVD began to run in Linger's laptop, the toaster dinged. That's when reality went whack. A bright flash of white and the two were sitting in the middle of an empty, barren desert. Shadow blinked, shocked. Linger was bawling because she hadn't grabbed her PopTart before they were zapped into the middle of nowhere. Then the PopTart fell into her hands, and without further thought she munched on it. Shadow looked into the sky questioningly, and saw the black dot of Linger's bag. Placing her arms out, it fell simply into them. Shadow blinked again. Linger looked up, having finished her PopTart. Licking her greasy, crumby fingers she looked around.
"DUDE! It's all like, Wizard-of-Dumb-ish 'cept we landed in Kansas!" she exclaimed, laughing. A moment later she was brained by a silver toaster. Shadow looked up again, and noticed Linger's laptop hurtling towards the ground. Making a dive, she grabbed the thing.
"OW! Damn that HURT!" Linger said, biting her lower lip and holding her head. Shadow's jaw dropped as she looked at Linger. Before her didn't whine her normal, human counterpart. Linger had... wolf ears?! Her grey wolf ears poked out of her brown hair. A grey tail sat lazily behind her. Also she was wearing heavy black jeans that she hadn't been before. Her NYC hoodie was replaced by a larger, baggier Slipknot one. Linger began licking PopTart crumbs off her fingers again, completely forgetting the fact that she'd just been hit with a toaster. Shadow felt the top of her head and her face. She was human, but wait, cat ears? She looked down and there was a cat-tail, and a school skirt. Looking at the laptop screen, her eyes widened. The Trigun DVD was playing...
"Holy shit Linger... we're not in Kansas. We're in Trigun!" she gasped.