Chapter Guan - Oh no...this again?

Blue the velociraptor opened her eyes to find herself in front of the ruined Innovation Center. Glass littered the floor in front of her.

Everything hurt.

"What did I eat last night...?" she asked herself groggily, rising to her feet in unsteady movements.

She jumped in surprise when her question was answered in an equally groggy voice. "Beats me. Was it the pizza?" Blue recognized the voice of her sister, Delta. She turned to her right and spotted the green raptor as she crawled from the debris of some burning building. She was covered head-to-toe in ashes, and appeared burned.

"Woah," Blue said, running up to support her sister. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm 'kay. Just a few second-degree burns, is all," Delta said, shrugging off Blue. "But remind me to not go to a bar and grill again. Not even Les Gigantes."

"Well, at least you're barely alive." Blue said, always looking on the bright side.

"Yeah. But bursting into flames isn't good for the kidneys, I hear."

Blue glanced at her surroundings. The sun was beginning its decent, casting the island in a pretty light. However, the destroyed and burning buildings that littered the landscape kind of ruined the majesty of the scene.

"It's odd..." Blue said thoughtfully. "Wasn't our story put on an infinite hiatus? How are we back?"

"I was wondering the same thing as my flesh was burning," Delta said. "It's possible that the author got off his lazy butt and wrote a new story."

Blue gasped. "Does this one have a plot?" she asked excitedly.

Her sister shrugged. "I doubt it. Although, it has alright grammar, at least."

Blue sighed. "Better than nothing," Silence ensued. "Hey, where's Echo and Charlie?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Well, if we're in the destroyed main street, and if I was burning alive in a bar and grill," Delta said thoughtfully. "This must take place after Jurassic World. Y'know, after the Indominus Rex fight?"

"That would mean that Echo has been flung someplace over there, if I remember correctly," Blue said, motioning her head down the street. It motioned off of her shoulders and motioned down the street, only to return moments later (ultimately afraid of the fedora devouring itself at the end of the street). "Sorry if I'm wrong - I haven't seen the movie in a while."

Delta asked, "What happened to Charlie in the film, again?"

"Oh, he was..." Blue's voice trailed off as she remembered how Charlie had been blowing to bits by a rocket launcher during the raptor squad's pleasant killing spree.

Delta blinked, confused. Obviously, she had not seen the film recently, and couldn't understand Blue's sudden silence. "What? What happened to him?"

Blue could remember vaguely how Charlie had had a major crush on Delta in the previous story, and she wondered if Delta had the same feelings towards the green raptor that he did towards her. Blue frowned, unable to tell her friend that Charlie was likely scattered about the forest floor right about now.

However, Delta must have seen the look on Blue's face, for her eyes widened with shock. "No, he couldn't have-"

"But remember, Delta," Blue interrupted quickly. "You died in the film. And I ran off into the jungle," she added. "But none of those things happened here. That means that this story is different. Who knows, Mount Sibo could be a living entity for all we know!"

Delta just frowned and stared off into the middle distance. Silence ensued.

Then, in a sudden, terrifying moment, silence continued to ensue.

Then Blue suggested that they go and try to find Echo, wherever the skittish raptor may be, so they did just that. On shaky legs, the two velociraptors headed off in a random direction. They searched through every building they passed. Who knew, perhaps Echo was inside Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville?

Actually, he was.

However, the little yellow-brown raptor wasn't drowning his sorrows in a margarita, surprisingly. No, he was sitting in a dark and dusty corner, crying mournfully.

"Aaaaaaaalphaaaaaaaa..." he cried, his eyes closed.

"Echo!" Delta exclaimed, bounding up to the little raptor. "Are you hurt?"

"No," said Blue, cringing at the stench emitting from Echo. "He's just drunk."

"But I don't remember drinking anything..." croaked Echo.

"That's what they all say." mumbled Delta as she helped Echo to his feet.

Echo burped. "No, but seriously," he insisted. "I never drank a single bottle. Heck, there's not a drop of alcohol in this building!"

Blue blinked. "Why?"

"I dunno. The story's budget wasn't high enough, probably," Echo said as they abandoned the abandoned abomination that was once a Margaritaville. "That would explain the writing skills, too. Probably too low of a budget to afford a good writer..." He paused for a breath. "You know, things are very strange around here."

"No kidding," said Blue. "First, we venture through a plotless, grammatically incorrect, insanely insane storyline full of insanity, then we're put, abruptly, on hold for gosh knows how long. Then we're suddenly back, except this time it's only slightly insane. And Echo's drunk."

"Not to mention, we can talk in fluent English." added Delta.

Echo's eyes widened. "We can?"

Blue's mouth went agape with horror.

The three raptors would have been sent into a panic that would last for about half an hour, if not for the fact that such a panic would interfere with the story's delicate plotline. Instead, all three raptors were simply hit with a sudden wave of amnesia, causing them to forget the events that had followed Blue's statement.

"...What was I saying?" asked Delta.

Blue shrugged. "Beats me."

"Oh well. It's not important."

As the raptors strolled past the buildings, Delta noted how surprising it was that they had not been insulted by a fly so far. But nobody heard her over the sound of their existence, however.

The three raptors made their way back into the center of the main street. They found themselves standing in front of the Innovation Center. (Well, what was left of it.) Then, dark storm clouds began to roll in above their heads, covering the sky, and a thunderstorm started abruptly so that the plot could carry on swimmingly.

"Let's take cover from the rain, shall we?" suggested Delta.

The other raptors agreed, and, together, they all scurried into the Innovation Center, where they proceeded to take an incredibly enthralling nap underneath a table. It was white. But let's not categorize different colors of tables, because all lives matter.

Hours passed.

Blue awoke. It had become nighttime. Something wasn't right.

The storm was still thundering outside, glass still littered the floor, the fedora was still eating itself in the corner, and Echo and Delta were still pressed up against her as they slept underneath the table. Everything was how it should be.

I know something's wrong here, she thought. I just have no clue what it could be.

She shrugged off the feeling and closed her tired eyes again, but found it impossible to sleep. She was sleepy, yet wide awake. She opened her eyes with a sigh and scanned her surroundings again. Then, lit up by a bolt of lightning outside, Blue thought she saw an unfamiliar shadow among the ones she so clearly knew. Although it only appeared for a split-second, she could see its features clearly. It was a large, burly figure, covered with blackish-brown fur, and it sported large muscular arms which ended in humanoid hands which it used to support its body. Its face was twisted in a frown. Blue's eyes widened with mingled shock and horror when she realized that the figure was none other than the legendary gorilla, Harambe.

"It can't be." whispered Blue. She had heard stories about the heroic gorilla that was killed to death.

The gorilla stepped forward, revealing itself in all of its glory. It bent down to be eye-level with Blue, then said, quietly, six simple words; "Find Nedry - check the vending machines!"

Blue awoke with a start, finding herself back inside the Innovation Center. Her heart was beating terribly hard. Light from the rising sun shone through the non-existent glass.

"You okay, sis?" asked Delta. Blue turned to see her sister sitting on a sofa, reading a copy of 'Hiding Dead Bodies'. Next to her sat Echo, reading a book titled 'how do reed'. He seemed frustrated.

"Yeah, I'm fine," replied Blue. "Just a nightmare." She turned to Echo. "What's bothering you?"

"This book is bothering me!" grumbled Echo. "It has absolutely nothing to do with tall, slender-leaved plants of the grass family that grow in water or on marshy ground. I hate deceiving titles."

Delta glanced over Echo's shoulder. "Um, Echo, that book was written by a four-year-old. And it's not even a book. The kid's just asking how you read, but in terrible grammar. I have no clue how it even got published." she added.

"It's deceiving, nonetheless." said Echo. He then proceeded to rip a chunk off of the book and devour it thoroughly.

Blue was slightly amused by Echo's grumbling. Only slightly, though. Like, it barely, barely made her barely chuckle. Barely less than. Anyhow, she got to her feet and headed over to the two raptors. She was still unsettled by her Harambe nightmare, but she shook it off.

"What's the plan of action, then?" she asked.

Delta shrugged. "I dunno."

"How about we go try to find Charlie?" suggested Echo in-between chews.

Blue blinked appreciatively at the raptor. "Good thinking."

"Shall we take the tunnels?" Delta asked, gesturing towards a door which leads to, you guessed it, the tunnels.

Blue nodded, and the three raptors headed to the door (which was incredibly sassy, but nobody knew it because most doors only speak a slightly posh variation of French). When they opened it, however, they were surprised to find that the entire tunnel was clogged to the brim with walrus carcasses.

"Oh." said Echo.