Fro Ninja: Welp I'm back at it again with the bullshit. For how long, well. how 'bout we start taking bets right now? I 'm gonna keep you guessing for the longest I can while I try to hopefully wake up by noon, like I'm still college. This was a story request given to me by retro mania. While I was a bit put off by his request, seeing as how I don't write at the frequency that I used to, I thought this would be a good time as any to get back in the game, plus I've never written for anyone else before, and he gets a story written courtesy of yours truly, so it's a win-win. This involves the Spies being sucked into another world, but not just any world, ours, by the villain known as Sugar Bomb. What use can he get by dragging cartoon characters out in to the real world? Quite a lot if you've ever watched Enchanted, but that's just me rambling. So without further ado, enjoy!

Some time ago in another World

A silent room with barely any color, with the wind from the creeking windows surfing all around it, stuffed with the smell of apple cinnamon and jasmine incense. A single light luminated a little girl's surroundings, showing off the pink walls, dollar store jewelry, along with all of the Barbie doll and playhouses she only read about and magazines, and the ones every girl her age had to have, just sitting above it were the stocked shelf of junior boxing trophies layered with piling dust. The girl sat there on her bed, mellowed beyond what should be for her tender young age of six. She sat on the soft carpet floor, her finger continously playing with one of the frizzy locks of her hair, face staring daggers at the television screen waiting anxiously through the classic commericials, previewing the latest marathoning hours for the vintage cartoons that would soon premiere on Boomerang.

Motionless in her eyes despite the moving pictures resembling the typical after school cartoon specials, the ones that would premiere just an hour before 80's reruns of the mystery shows her parents used to watch, and eventually grew out of, and the ones' she boasted that she was too old for. Even the ones she would watch sometimes with her grandmother, whenever she wanted to watch something besides the gospel channel and old western movies, not that she minded either of those. This was something she lived for everyday afterschool.

She was just starting however, as to be expected. Her hearing faded in and out, toggling the noise from down stairs clashing with the ambience of the trinkling rain from outside. All of a sudden, it tuned to the box in front of her as the colors flicked on in her eyes. She could see it, that timeless sequence of various cartoon characters all wrapped up into her favorite bumper, surrounded on all fronts in the form of a city, similar to hers sans the grey aesthetic. Then with the quick announcement of the schedule for the next hour, she saw it, she heard it, she felt it, the energy fueling her as her room became a livewire. The song came on, with her mouth moving from every single word to the very syllable, she knew it all.

"Here we go! Here we Go! HERE WE GO!" Her silent room became her own private concert, with her filling both up sides of the stage. Mindlessly dancing and traipsing all around her bedroom, stomping the floor so hard the neighboors began banging on the walls with muffled curse words.

Totally Spies! It was like no other! She thought to herself just to settle her heart everytime it popped up on screen! This is what tuned her in, this show, this world that wanted to be a part of from the day she first knew about it, and to be with the characters that brought it to life for her. Sam clad in green, the smart one with a plan for every situation no matter how dire, Clover clad in red, emotional, selfish yet always sticks by her friends no matter what, and Alex clad in orange who was clumsy but the heart and soul of the trio. The adventures, the thrills, the laughs she would have with these three girls she would grow to call her teachers on how to live and enjoy life to the fullest, fight for what you believe in, and grow up to be the tough and beautiful girl you know you can. It was her home away from home.

The dinner call of her mother from downstairs somehow managed to piece her ear with all of the noise she made, with an even beter surprise noticing the glittered clock on her wall had been a half hour past, made more evident seeing the credits roll.

She didn't want to leave it, even after the credit roll. But just like how the T.V has to cut off, we all have to leave home at a certain time. But the girl knew she wasn't really leaving, for long anyway as she knew how to get back everytime without anyone's help. After all she'll watch the next day, and the day after, to even forever.

It's fun to dream...

7:35 PM 5,000 feet above the South America

The plane soared over the blue ocean, the rays of the sun sparkled along its waves crashing about. The interior was housed with a strong pink plastered all over the walls with a shiny tint to it to give a certain taste to it. It wasn't customary to WOOHP policies to outfit a private plane in such a way before going on a mission, but the relaxing Clover spread across the fluffy and feather covered sofa would line up to to disagree. With a single grape popping into her mouth, she curled her legs in a relaxed position while stretching out her arms.

"You think we'll have time to go shopping after this? I've been dying to go visit the shopping malls in Rio last time we were here. They've gotta have those cardigans I saw the other day in Diva Weekly!" She chripped out to Sam, who was busy scanning the cartography of the surrounding area.

"Shopping always means one of two things for you. Checking out the latest go-go shoes, or trying to pick up the cashier." Sam snarked while brushing through her ginger hair."Besides, according to this map, the route the plane is taking is passing right over Sao Paulo so chances are there'll be no detours. Plus I think most of the shopping centers will be closed by the time we're done."

"Not the ones on the south side~" Clover said in a cheery tone, earning her a eye roll from Sam. Not feeling any fun from the resident busy body, she turned her sights to Alex who was busy in her own way. Soaking up the sights the digital camer of the sea down below eager to capture the sight of a flipping dolphin.

Clover slowly got off the couch slowly making her way to Alex's backside, catching her off guard by swiping her camera. Despite them all receiving the same training, being slow on the uptake of a sneak attack became a staple to Alex.

"Cloverrrr!" She childishly yelled out her best friends name while chasing her around the ship, futilly trying to get her camera back.

"You know they have aquariams right?"

"I was trying the find the La Plata dolphin I saw yesterday on the nature channel. I was going to add it to my marine bi- uhhhh...the scrapbook I was making!"

"Since when you do scrapbook? Unless you lost a bet?"

"Or you for the extra credit assignment before midterms start?" Sam chimed in while still checking the map.

"Does it matter?! Give it back!" She said as she tried to reach for it from Clover, causing a fuss to start kick up between the two with Sam looking back at her best friends with a furrowed brow. Going back to her viewing of the map, a chirping from the main computer of the plane's communication system could be heard, which brought them all to attention. A monitor spawned in the middle of the recreational area of the plane with accompanying resting couch coming up from the bottom mechanism. The girls all sat down with the LED screen starting up, soon displaying a stoic looking old man smartly dressed in a black and white suit. His face formed a disciplined stern, deliberately clearing his throat to call the girls to attention. To business as always with the boss Jerry, Alex thought to herself.

"Hello spies. According to my global scanners, it seems you are minutes from your destination. On schedule, as always." The WOOHP leader said in a monotone delivery.

"Well we're always ready to deliver baddies to brink and look good while doing it, as always Jer." Clover jokingly replied, sensing the sincerity behind his words.

"Quite. The information that I'm receiving regarding the objective has been anonymous to say the least."Jerry said informatively

Sam nodded in agreement before fetching a tablet from a mini container by one of the windows. With the impression that she's looked at the briefing more times than she could count, a recount began in her head dubbing over Jerry's own rendition. The target the spies were going after,going by the name of Sugar Bomb a former government agent, had reportedly stole remnant technology, from the section out in mid-west America, known to many as Area 51. Sources from the WOOHP headquarters had detailed the technology from the remnant section which had stored various types of unknown material found in sanctioned areas ranging from Western Europe, shores from the sea of Japan, and the Congo jungle in Africa. Although as far of what the technology's purpose was and will be in the target's possession. The target was recently spotted by one of the WOOHP surveillance satellites in an Ancient Mayan temple somewhere in the South American jungles. Sources believe the temple to be cursed with the tale of an deity that had been said to be the overseer to many worlds, where many rituals were performed in his honor. It is highly likely that Sugar Bomb will attempt to use the stolen technology to re-enact the ritual somehow, though through what means is not currently clear.

Doomsday machine, weather control device were all suggestions raced through the mind of all of the girls. It would only take years of constantly trading looks with them through life and death constantly to see through the girl's ploy. Giving Jerry a quick apology, Sam quickly signed off her tablet when the alarm for nearing the destination blared in everyone's ears. As usual, Jerry gave them the usual gadget breakdown, with the advantage being they were all devices the spies had compltely accumulated to over the years, and then prepped for the drop to the ground...is what they would have done hadn't they've been suddenly launched into the air via the couch they were all sitting on comfortably just a minute ago. The shocked expressions they wore when they had just begun their careers in WOOHP had turned into ones of content, confident about the mission they had before them.

Business as usual, Sam thought to herself as the wind lashed through her hair from all directions, with hearing only the sound of her ,Clover and Alexreflexively screeching at the top of their lungs all the way down to the jungle floor.

The giant leaves constantly whipped around Clover's face while trying to keep up with her best friends through the humid terrain. Sam's eyes fixated on the GPS navigator she relied on not her instincts, but the screeching and yelps from Alex to direct from walking into a tall tree, at least for the third or fourth time.

"How far are we from the temple Sam? We've been walking for an hour!" Clover yelled out ahead at Sam, which brought her attention away from the naviagator to look at her whiny rear she was bringing up.

"Clover you asked me that just five minutes ago, and I told you we're 0.2 miles from the destination." Sam said calmly as she gestured to Clover, pointing at the top of her head. Curiousity piqued she touched the top to feel a small spider web strand in her hair. Sensing the action before it even had time to pop off, Alex quickly covered Clover's mouth before she had a chance to scream.

"Clover~we don't anyone to hear us..." Alex said. Clover took her hand off of her lips, brushing the web strands out of her hair.

"C'mon, you seriously think some wacko named Sugar Bomb has some kind of entourage, especially way out here in the jungle, in this heat? Plus we have the element of surprise on our side." She said only to Alex, she was the one who inspired the most optimism of the team whenever the odds seemed in the favor. Sam however, the cynic that balanced the scale, cleared her throat before speaking.

"I think someone who managed to steal alien technology from one of the world's confidential facilities would probably at least have some long range scanner installed even out here. We didn't make it this far in this field just by trusting the first impression Clover." She tensly stated to her friend, whose glibness started to fade a little.

"Well...it always worked out for us in the end." Alex said in a mellow tone bringing that same glib back onto Clover's face in the form of a smile.

"See? Alex has got the right idea! You're thinking too much about this Sammy."

"Someone has too unfortunately." Sam rolled her eyes, and the girls continued on their path.

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy." Clover said playfully sucking her teeth."That's extactly my point! How long do you think we've been doing this kind of thing? I guarantee whoever this Sugar Boom, Blitz..."

"Bomb."Alex chimed in.

"Not the point Alex. Whoever they are is probably some wannabe who can't even do his own work without using to some dastardly doomsday device, or even some flunkeys that he grabbed off the street. Just like all the other goons we've taken down."

"You can give the other guys credit Clover. Tim Scam, Husk, Myrna Beesbottom."

"Hahaha! Don't forget Terrance, Jerry's evil twin! That guy came out straight out of some B-list cartoon show!" Alex said." And we can't forget Clover's favorite Helga Von Guggen."

"Hey! I had to throw out all of those blouses after the mission."

"The stuff of nightmares indeed." Sam lamented as the girls went on with their traverse through the forest.

Contrary to her anxious attitude from before, Sam found herself relaxing a bit with a surge of nostalgia the girls call up. The spies never considered themselves people to look back, they have all the time in the world to continue to make up their own adventures without ever having to worry about what tomorrow would bring it. They would outsmart whatever 'baddy' as Alex would say, the day would have to bring, and then they would worry about making it to the L.A. mall before the Fall season sale would end.

Sam's GPS blinked and vibrated as they drew closer to the temple were the conspicious villain known as Sugar Bomb was holed up at. The girls had only seen these ancient temples in their high school textbooks from 2nd period world history when covering South American, and sometimes on late night anthropolgy documentaries. Alex jogged around the temple, checking for any kind of security devices or alarms that were put in place, taking Sam's words into a account while doing so.

"No security cameras, trip mines, or even any guards at the sides."

Sam pondered about the report for a second, while also taking in the aged staircase leading up to the .

"It may be there's some kind of infared sensor setup inside. Probably wants to give the illusion that it's still a tourist spot, at last from a skyview. But we still don't what this guy has up his sleeve." The girls began their ascent up the sloggish staircase which felt steeper and steeper with each step passed. They came to the door at the very top, which seemed rustic, from appearance anyway. Sam took out one of her gadgets which helped her scan for residue or traces through thermal lenses, and started to search around the material.

"Hmmm, it looks like this door was recently opened, from the inside."

"So he's in there?" Alex questioned.

"Most likely, but the locking mechanism looks complicated. We would probably have to find some kind of remote switch to open it up from the inside, or maybe a key." A loud sound of something being opened went off, and the sides of the door began to split a part from each other soon showing the dark walkway.

"Or you could just press the 'open the door switch' that was sitting right there." Clover said while pointing at the at a rather tiny black button just down by her foot.

"Heyy, good eye Clover.!" Sam said.

The girls headed inside the temple with the sunny rays slowly fading in as the darkness from the temple took over, causing them to take out their flashlights before moving on ahead. For a minutes the sound of footsteps made by their boots filled the hallway making right turn after left turn, along with all of the horror monster movie imagery that Alex was usually too frightened to see by herself.

"This Sugar Bomb guy couldn't have picked a better location for his doomday alien device?" Alex said in a frightened tone of voice. Clover picking up on such a reaction, started making muffled screaming noises with her mouth right in Alex's ears, which made her almost jump out of her skin.

Alex snapped around with a face red as a tomato "Not funny Clover!"

Clover while giggling said, "Guess you should have brought Ollie with you after all huh?"

"Ohhh... I don't need him anymore. I'm too old for that!" Alex said puffing out her cheeks.

"You're too old for the stuff turtle doll you've had in your room since kindergarten? You keep telling yourself that girl."

Sam who was at point held out a open hand signaling to cut the chatter, pointing out ahead of her. The two looked over, noticing faint chatter coming from the area up ahead. Seeing a couple of barricades a feet away, the girls got into the cover. It seemed like the catacombs of the temple, but instead of finding the archaic belongings of past rulers and their denizens, it was completely wired with modern technology. The walls were littered with bright blue colored tubes of electricity flowing from one end to the other, all spiraling into a common source of power for what can only be assumed to be the device made from the stolen Area 51 tech. A circular machine lit up with several blinking buttons all hooked up to displays for pressure values and other devices that were meant for accompanying whatever function it had. Their eyes fell on the three heavily figures hovering over a fourth, shadowed by the further darkness of the room.

With a gesture towards her eyes aimed at Clover and Alex, Sam made sure everyone had on their contacts that gave them several types of ocular modes, especially for this situation, night vision. Getting a better look, the three figures could be seen as what can only be assumed as Sugar Bomb's hired guns, with them guarding over who could only be the target himself. Clover gave a silent thumbs to their outfits of choice, dressed in only black fatigues, a simple tank top and sweat pants with black boots, complimented with black sunglasses, a crime which would be generally frowned upon entering any kind of mall in downtown L.A, with Sugar Bomb self only dressed in a simple white cloak with this hood turned up. They all seem armed with only the basic essentials, a small .45 pistol along with some pineapple grenades for riot control.

"They seem pretty underarmed for some hired muscle." Alex whispered. Clover shot an expression screaming 'what did I say' towards Sam, who was feeling a small revelation towards this whole case. The lack of adequete security in the villains hideout, and even the lack of entry within the WOOHP archives of previous activity. Was Sam counting all of this with an overcautious mindset? Before she slipped into the thought of the years having an effect on her, she shook off all of the lingering notions and darted handsigns in sequential directions toward the henchmen.

Clover come in from the right for a takedown, me and Alex with flank the other two guys from the opposite direction. After that, grab Sugar Bomb from behind to cuff him. The plan spoke from those handsigns alone, with Clover and Alex nodding in unison, having complete insight of it all. They were at the point where the girls no longer needed words to drive their team actions, the roles had been defined through countless missions time and time again. The timing was essential to it all. With only a few breaths, three, two, one. The spies sprang into action.

Clover dashed from the right, grabbing the henchman by his right arm sweeping him off his left foot so dazzling he could barely react, let alone even take out his pistol, to defend himself, and soon found himself in the air. Before he could even hit the ground, the other two noticed the action only for they themselves to be taken down by Sam and Alex with a lighting combo string with kicks and punches so fast, only the streaks of their colored catsuits were visible. From the lower gut, to the chin and alongside the face, they quickly fell from their precise strikes, along with the first one feeling the impact from Clover's throw, all on complete synchronization. Without even a moment of pause, Clover tackled Sugar Bomb, wrapping their arms in lock before sweeping both of their feet to the ground and cuffing their hands, all in a single motion.

"Aaannndd, three seconds." Alex said while handcuffing the other goons

"Wait, you were counting again? Are you still obsessed with beating my time?" Sam grinned. She moved forward to the machine's main computer. She only gave a few strokes on the keyboard, and was able to call up the device's primary function from the program manager, with the description reading 'Global mind control through real time acuity of television shows, with subjects being made to give over email will include several world leaders in order to control governmental functions changing policies related to independant science programs regarding stem cells.'

Clover peeked over Sam's shoulder skimming through the description. She blew her lips in disappointment.

"Ehh, five points for originality."

"Five?" Alex giggled. "What's with the genorosity?"

"Hey, if we aren't constructive on the baddies, who will be?" Clover said. "More importantly..." A playful stare to Sam crept on her face, who could only feel the tiniest of headaches ready to rear its head before even turning around.

"Alright, Alright. I was worried for nothing, you were right. Happy now?"

"I will be, when I feel a chocolate flavored cream soy latte in my hand once we get back." She said in a dreadfully cheery tone.

"Latte?! I paid for those ginger cookies before the mission."

"Besides, aren't you trying to lose weight for that guy in your Macroeconomics class?" Alex quickly covered her mouth when realized the lack of filter in her words. Anger from Clover grow larger in size to the point, Alex could see the flames from it rising just behind her.

"ALEXXXX..."

Shaking her head the bickering just behind her, Sam brought up the function screen to turn off the device.

"Okay girls, reel it in. After I'm finished with this, let's all head home." Sam hit enter on the keyboard, the screen lit up for a few seconds.

And then...darkness. All sides of the room became absolutely pitch black with the tubes themselves turning off before the screen faded to black. For some reason, Sam felt an odd sensation resonating from the back of her neck. Reaching out her hand to calm, as if on cue, the computer screen shot back up in a blue light. A window displaying a progress bar had appeared on the screen, along with the several spotlights flashing on all sides of the room, with the girls covering their eyes from the brightness, which was a lot more intense from their night vision contacts on.

"What just?!" Sam almost jumped out her skin from the haste of the events that were taking place.

"Secondary function has successfully been redacted. Now executing primary function." A systemic voice spoke from the computer, with the electric tubes connected to the device came alive once more

"Sam?! I thought you turned it off!" Clover exclaimed

"I did! It must be some kind of failsafe mechanism!" Sam desparetly tried to cancel the progress bar, opening a command prompt to interrupt the process, fruitlessly going through window after window, along with a frustrated Clover grabbed the unconcious Sugar Bomb.

"Spill it goonie! What's going on?! Why-?" Clover's face turned pale when she saw Sugar Bomb face first. Though all that was there was space, emptiness. "...is this...happening?" The body she was grasping myseteriously faded into a shimmering light, with her holding nothing but air.

Alex quickly turned around, seeing the three 'henchman' they took just took down disappear before her very eyes, and felt her body stiffen for a second.

"They're...fakes...?" She said worringly.

"No... it's like they were never there to begin with."

"Holograms. And insanely good ones too." Sam proclaimed. Clover hastilly looked around the room with her eyes coming to the pathway they used to come to the room and went full force at it. Suddenly the temple rumbled from under her and the entranceway closed before she could reach it, bumbing into the newly formed steel wall."No!" She yelled out, banging against the wall.

Alex heard the WOOHP communicator chirping go off to find Jerry on the other end.

"Jerry! We're trapped! We don't know what's going on!"

"Girls! The information we've received was all wrong! The target is not at the location! Sugar Bomb is-" The communcation then cut off showing only the black screen.

"Jerry, Jerry!" Alex felt the floor spiltting apart trying to the get her self together enough to notify her friends."Guys! I lost Jerry! We got cut off, but he says Sugar Bomb isn't here!"

Clover busy trying to open the door with the various gadgets made for unlocking, blasting through, or prying stubborn doors, answered back "Not here?! Well then where the heck is he?!"

"Darn it!" Sam slammed the keyboard out of frustration. "No matter what I do, I can't end the progress bar. And it's already at 85%!"

"But what's it counting down to?"

"I don't know! But judging by how the system is coming alive like this...and these holograms. This whole time, Sugar Bomb was leading us here, to this situation, from the very beginning."

"It...was a-"

"Trap." A loud gargled voice sounded off with the waves of the being felt all around the spies, driving it up through their bones, almost as if it were nearing by their faces."Very, very astute Alexandra. Though I would have gathered Samantha to come to such a conclusion given her clarity for such things, but you do well to exceed my expectation in that regard, by which are not substantial, I must admit."

A sense of shock went through each of their heads at the hearing of the twisted voice, but it all pointed to one person. The target they came all the way here to find.

"You already know who we are?" Sam said, aiming her voice at the ceiling.

"Why yes I do. I make it at habit to know who I'm dealing with. Formalities are a chore to have to deal with, so I took the intiative to learn everything there is to know about WOOHP's best. I must say, your resume does speak for itself! Whether it be true skill or pure luck that is attributed to your victories is a matter of debate in my eyes, but I'm not one to...how you say...sweat the small stuff. Your accomplishments are yours and yours forever."

The girls felt the mass of the villain's intimadation hovering over them, with the insinct of fear was apparent, but they've since learned to quell in. They had to, now that the villain has revealed themselves.

"We don't take compliments from maniacs out to make a name for themselves by putting others at risk!" said Clover

"Yeah! Especially ones that can't even be man enough to show up personally!"said Alex.

"I must beg for your forgiveness ladies. I'm not normally one to shy away from meeting the people I've taken a heavy interest in, but I'm afraid matters have called for me to handle matters elsewhere. Although I was very adamant on arranging this meeting with all of you. To hear you speak, conversate, even witness your skills firsthand, brief as it was. WOOHP certainly has a well developed combat training system for its agents. Even your manner of handling securing the entrace to the temple was well performed."

"Why don't you stop with the attempts to make us blush and get to the point you're trying to make?"Sam was starting to lose her patience, which Clover and Alex have seen on rare occasions but not this gradually."What is it you're really trying to do Sugar Bomb?"

"Samantha, I never would have imagined you to be so forward! I always had thought of Clover as the abrasive one,but you are subverting my expectations even farther!" Though the pitch of the voice was hard to make out, the tone of it was clear. The amusement this villain felt was indeed real, with his analysis of the spies growing more and more rewarding. The likes of Tim Scam, Captain Hayes, Helga von Guggen, were ones that were motivated by their goals and only saw the spies as obstacles to overcome. This one was different, serving their involvement as a genuine interest."But unfortunately, to say what is meant for you and your friends so early into out meeting is a diservice to our budding relationship."

"Relationship? You seriously don't get how this works pal! We're here to kick your butt, and stop whatever doomday plan you got hatched up! Saying you're intested in us knowing full well how it's all going to end for you." Clover made her declaration clear, one which Sam and Alex immediately cosigned.

"Clover is right Sugar Bomb! We're people, with real emotions. Everything we've done, we did together. All of the bad guys we put away, we did it by coming up with a plan, and putting them down. You think you're the first one to catch us in a jam like this? If you've really done your research, you already know how this going to end for you!" Sam said, feeling a swell of pride in her, no, their conviction.

"You are so very right Samantha. I DO know how this will go for me. The same way it has gone each and every one of your adversaries. I will lose. No matter the complications of my plans, or how advanced my technology, or even how physically tough my henchmen are, none it matters. You will defeat me, and then you will be celebrate until you are called to action yet again to repeat the same thing with a individual cut from the same cloth, but a different color. I know all of this, because I have seen it done, time and time and time and, time again. To the point, where I have lost all concern for the method and especially the results. Put it simply, I do not care."

The statement made defied imagination, as the girls tried to make sense of it all.

"Oookay, is it just me, or does that guy not even have his, ya know, motivation in check?" Alex curiously.

"I'm anything but unmotivated Alexandra. I simply disclosed my lack of interest for the rules that have been placed on me. The shackles of this world, this...reality. It's putrid, disgusting, and lacks any sort of semblance of reasoning with it's people. I've hated it for a very, very long time. I want to bring it to an absolute end. Starting with you three, the most interesting people I've ever laid eyes on, and despite what I've said, that interest is not obligatory, it is genuine."

"Wait?" Sam for some reason felt her own sense of time halt. "What do you mean, the shackles of this world?"

"Curiousity has grasped you at last? If you are, take a look behind you..."

The girls looked behind, gazing at the machine. The values on all of the separate displays had all reached 100%, as well as the progress bar on the main monitor. Expressions of confusion and anxiety formed on their faces.

Primary function values met for program execution. Beginning program execution in 3...2...1...

The machine began to violently rumble, as did the surrounding environment around the temple, toppling the girls to the floor. Sparks began to dance around them, striking them in several spots of their body, although it wasn't painful it still was enough terrorize them into a fevered state.

"What's happening?!" Alex exclaimed. Sam and Clover desparetly reached out to Alex and each other, grasping their hands firmly as to not let go.

"I don't know! But we'll be fine Alex. We'll all be fine!" Clover yelled out continously to her two best friends the top of her lungs before it began to get drowned out by the noise of the machine starting up. The intensity of the sparks the rumbling increased tenfold, making everything in sight vibrate, feeling the shockwaves through their bodies as the walls of their reality began to tear away before their very eyes.

"Oh...my...god..." Sam's mouth made the motion of the phrase as her previous sight of an ancient catacombs was replaced with indescribable imagery. Places, people, things, and events she had seen, and had not played before her life portable screens, feeding into her brain forcibly and quickly before she could even make sense of it all.

"You see girls..." Sugar Bomb's voice still came through though in a whole new quality, sounding almost ephemeral and dream like, shifting from a masucline to a femine sounding pitch. "The rules of your world have been fixed for you to always take home the win, save the day. You all have been spoiled, asscustomed, comfortable with the way it's all been set up. It's blinded you see only two dimensions. But allow me personally, to show you a third. A third where the rules live on an aging balance with people that weigh it in no direction no matter how heavy their resolve. It is a world that is governed and directed by will than by a slab of scripted events.

I want you all, to be the first ones to see it , to bask in it. This world that has been long before yours. But fear not, I will not abandon you to such a fate, I will come back for you. I promise you this." They felt the voice fade out of their ears, Sugar Bomb, whoever or whatever they were, had left.

Sam's eyes began to fade to a bright white, not before catching a last glimpse of her friends. Clover, emotional, impulsive, yet compassionate and brave. Alex, naive, slow, but cheerful and pure hearted. These were her best friends, and it's how she would remember them. Questions filled her head, her brain going into overdrive trying to form an explantion of all of it, but what ever answer she had faded into the white light.

A silent noise filled her noise filled her ears, the windowed breeze whipping through her hair. Her gaze was hard at the giant poster on top of the bulletin board of her school lobby.

'Join the NYPD Today! Applicants wanted from ages 18+'

Everything was drowned out, students, teachers. For some reason, a certain song she remembered from her childhood started playing.

"One, two, three, now baby, Here we go, here we go." She sang silently under her breath. Feeling a trembling in her body, she looked around, seeing the blur of people zoom by her. It was faint, quiet, but apparent. Something had moved somewhere, she didn't know, but felt it. Soon as it settled, with her hand reaching for the one of the applications sitting by the board in a clear box, and grabbing the pen hanging off it to sign her name. She played with her frizzy hair, a habit she had yet to abandon as her pen moved up and down the line, listing all of her information. A giddy smile formed on her face as she skipped away, her bright brown eyes opening up highlighting the small white bandage under right eye, taking the named paper and grasping it in her hand like she won a golden ticket.

"Officer Charlotte Cruz. Got a nice ring to it."

Chapter 1 END

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