Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE Superstars. However, the fairy tale characters are in the public domain (I'm pretty sure), so I can use them just fine. (P.S. I am aware the summary sucks, and I am sorry about it.)
The scent of sugar hung heavily in the air. Yet, at the same time, the sweet serenade of birdsong surrounded the slowly awakening group of people who lay scattered on the ground. One of them sluggishly raised himself up on his hands and knees. Pressing one hand against his head, he looked around, taking in the trees and the stirring bodies of his unknown companions. He crawled over to the nearest one and prodded his shoulder. "Hey," he whispered. "Do you know where we are?"
"No," the other man groaned, wincing as he tried to blink the bleariness out of his eyes. "Who are you?"
"Uh… Dean, I'm pretty sure," the first man replied after a moment of thought. He squinted suddenly at the stranger lying in front of him. "Hang on, do I know you?" he questioned.
"Doubt it," the second man retorted, pulling himself into a seated position. "My, uh… My name's Seth."
"Huh," Dean mumbled, sitting back on his heels. "I coulda sworn I'd seen you somewhere before."
Several minutes later, the last of the scattered people had struggled to their feet. One man, named Hunter, took charge. "Everybody, listen up!" he shouted over the confused chatter. "First of all, we need to figure out where we are. Does anybody have any ideas?"
"Well, we're in a forest," Sami offered.
"Thanks, Captain Obvious!" Enzo chirped, looking fairly pleased with his quip.
"I think we should just take a look around," Seth suggested. "That might get us results."
"Yeah, that's probably not a bad plan," Dean agreed, crossing his arms and nodding.
"Then that's what we'll do," Hunter declared. "See if anybody can find any clues."
The group spread out, searching between the trees for a clue to where they were and why they were there. "Hey, d'ya think that house has anything to do with us?" Sasha asked, pointing out a house that appeared to have been built out of cookies.
"What does an oversized gingerbread house have to do with us?" Heath asked, furrowing his brow.
"Whoever lives inside has to know something, doofus," Sasha retorted, marching toward the front door. Upon reaching it, she knocked and waited for an answer.
"You kids aren't supposed to be here yet," a voice shouted from within. "You haven't lost your heads again, have you?" The door opened and the old woman on the other side gasped. "You aren't the children," she whispered.
"No, we're not," Hunter replied, stepping forward. "But, could you maybe tell us where we are?"
"You can't be here," the woman hissed, shooing them off her porch. "If he finds out…" she mumbled, glancing up at the sky and wringing her hands.
"Who's 'he'?" Cass asked, narrowing his eyes at the woman.
"The Editor!" the woman spat, her eyes wide. "If the story strays too far off course, he'll revise the entire thing. The whole process is rather unpleasant."
"Why?" Bayley questioned, glancing around nervously.
"The whole world collapses in on itself," the woman explained. "The... The pain… And the darkness…" Her words abruptly dissolved into tears.
"Great," Hunter muttered. He snapped his fingers to get the woman's attention. "Hey, could you tell us how to get out of here?" he demanded.
"You… You must finish the story," the woman sniffed. She gestured toward the open front door. "Come," she ordered, walking back toward the house. "I'll just allow you to finish it, just to appease the Editor…"
"Hold on, I think I know this story," Alexa noted to Charlotte. "Don't those kids push the old lady into an oven or something?"
"Geez," Charlotte mumbled, nodding. "I think you're right…"
"Oh boy…" Alexa sighed.
The group piled into the house as well as they could. "Now please," the woman begged. "All you have to do is push me into here." She opened the oven door and gestured inside it.
"That's an oven," Sami pointed out, noting the intense warmth radiating out of the opening.
"I know that," the woman responded, nodding vigorously. "Please. You must push me inside."
"Uh, how about no?" Bayley protested. "You're gonna die!"
"The pain of the fire isn't as great as that of revision," the woman insisted. "Please! Before the Editor…!" Kevin abruptly shoved her, forcing her into the heat.
"Oh, my gosh," Bayley squealed, slapping a hand over her mouth. "You just killed her!"
"Somebody had to," Kevin snapped, crossing his arms. "So, what's the deal?"
"Look!" Chris shouted, pointing out the front door. "It looks different out there now."
"Does that mean we did it?" TJ asked, glancing over at Neville.
"It must," Neville replied, shrugging.
"Come on, everyone," Hunter called over his shoulder as he made his way outside. "Let's keep moving." The rest of the group obediently shuffled after him.