This is a supernatural based fic on the Netflix show of Carmen Sandiego. Personally, I cannot wait for season two, but in the meantime I want to satisfy my need to type.

A being, simply known as Godmother, changes the world. Whether it's for the better or worse has yet to be determined. All Carmen knows is that she's now caught up in this mess, whether she likes it or not.

Prologue

Crackle raised his head, yawning. He turned to where he expected to see his alarm clock beeping, yet it wasn't there. He frowned, looking around, and then realizing where he was. "What the-!"
This was not his home.

The room was small, slightly bland, yet it at least had decent quality. The windows overlooked a rather beautiful island, which seemed untouched by people. A soft, faintly patterned carpeting protected his feet from the chilly bite of morning floors. He noticed there was a statue in the corner, painted and almost lifelike, seeming to be reading a book. He walked over to it and waved his hand in front of it's face curiously.

The last thing he expected was for it to suddenly raise its head and look at him.

"What the f-?!"

It had clapped a warm hand over his mouth, preventing him from cussing up a storm.

"Please do not scream. We do not appreciate it."

He only managed a beyond-terrified nod.

"Welcome to Sanctuary. I will lead you to Godmother shortly so you may re-learn what you have lost."

He whimpered and nodded.