Ok, so, this is a weird fan-fic. I got the idea from... uh... well, I got the obsessed with a game idea from Gerald's Game. Hence the name of the fic, Helga's Game. Course, this has a Ps2 game instead of a card game, and it has a twist to it, that was DEFINITELY not in Gerald's Game. The twist will come in chapter 3, M'kay? Okey Dokey. Oh, and do you notice that both of my fan-fics (not including Memories Gone, Maybe Forever, because I don't want to continue that one) have really weird twists? On Ghost Town, they crash in a Ghost Town with a ghost that wants to kill them, and in this one they get tossed into Wild ARMs 3! Ha haha!



Disclaimer: how should I say this... hmm... I own the plot, just not either things. Hey Arnold! and all the Wild ARMs things aren't mine. If you know the Wild ARMs things, like 1, 2, 3, Flower Thief, and Twilight Venom, then you know that I do not own them. Well, I have never actually seen Flower Thief or Twilight Venom, but I've heard of them! Plus, if I did own Hey Arnold and Wild ARMs (all of the Wild ARMs things, that is) the means that I would have a Lila on Hey Arnold, Wild ARMs Twilight Venom, AND Wild ARMs 1, and that I would have a Helga on Hey Arnold and on Wild ARMs 3! Ok, I'm very talkative, unlike Helga and Jet, who is from number 3...



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It was another completely ordinary day. Nothing new, except for maybe the new character Arnold's grandma was. Today she was an Indian Princess, all dressed up in feathers and porcupine quills and skins. Arnold had barely escaped having to eat this weird food that he couldn't pronounce, or even hardly look at, without gagging. He had then scrambled out the door onto the bus, thankful that he didn't have to eat that horrible stuff. He and Gerald had talked about the baseball game at Gerald Field for a while, and that's where we are right now.



"So, does that sound like a good play?" Arnold asked, and Gerald, of course, nodded his head. Then he turned around, to face Helga, who was behind them, to talk about the same thing to her, since she was on the team. "Hey Helga," Arnold started, trying to get Helga's attention. Once he figured that he had her full attention (but she hadn't even acknowledged him yet), he recited his whole idea. "So, does that sound good? Helga? Helga... have you been listening to what I've been saying?" he asked, but Helga proceeded to stay silent, and stare out her window. He snapped his fingers, making her jump, and look at him finally.





"Oh, did you say something, football head?" she asked, and Arnold rolled his eyes, making Helga scowl. "What?" he repeated his plan again, and Helga looked back out the window. "That's cool football head, but I, uh, gotta do something after school today." Arnold gave her a confused look, and she glanced at him from the corner of her eye. She rolled her eyes, and sighed. "I know what you're thinking, and why do you want to know?"



"Because you NEVER miss our baseball games," he stated, and Helga snorted, rolling her eyes once again.



"What kind of answer is that? I have missed them before, if you could just remember." she spat, and continued watching out the window. Arnold sighed an aggravated sigh, and rolled his eyes, not understanding his personal tormentor one single ounce.



"Helga, why can't you just tell me why you can't come to the game tonight? If you're going somewhere on a vacation or something like that." he tried getting her to tell him, but she just gave him the 'you-never-give-up-do-you?' look. They waited for a few minutes, each waiting for the other to say something. To the other kids, it looked like as if they were having a staring contest.



Helga sighed, and looked to the other side, not out the window this time. "None of your beeswax, Arnoldo," she said, trying to get him to back off. After a few minutes of looking to that side, she looked back towards Arnold and Gerald to find Arnold looking back at her with a scowl. "What?" she asked, getting more aggravated as the conversation wore on. Arnold sighed, turned around, and plopped down on his seat again. Helga rolled her eyes, and shook her head. "Oh brother."



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Later that day, during recess, Arnold had noticed that Helga was being even weirder than before. Actually, he hadn't really seen her since class, and it was almost halfway through recess. She hadn't been with Phoebe, and Phoebe didn't know where she was. Arnold was beginning to worry. What if something had happened to her? Or what if she skipped school? Maybe she had a friend that was in high school and she was skipping school and that friend was just using her! He shook that thought out of his mind, and smiled to himself. Sometimes he could really freak himself out, and he didn't like it when he did it, 'cause it was just weird.



He walked around for a while, glancing about him, trying to find Helga. She was no where to be found! Well, at least in the areas he had searched. He had almost given up, when finally he heard a familiar voice shout, "WHAT?!" he quickly spun his head around to where the sudden burst of anger had come from, and saw Helga, sitting on the pavement, with a laptop on her lap. He stared at her, his eyes wide and his mouth agape for at least 5 minutes before he walked over to her. She didn't even acknowledge him. "What are you talking about, it's too hard for ya'?!" she screamed at the laptop, but it obviously didn't do any good.



"Uh, Helga?" he tried, and when he did, she jumped, slammed the laptop shut, and glared at him. "Are... you... all right?" he asked, uncertain whether he was going to come out of this without a visit with Old Betsy or the Five Avengers. "'Cause... cause you hardly ever just sit by yourself without Phoebe or anyone with you... and... with a laptop." he stated, as Helga stood up, and continued glaring at him with no possible response.



He waited for a minute...



Two minutes...



Three minutes...



Four minutes...



He was getting tired of just standing and staring...



Five minutes...



And finally, Helga took her laptop and walked away without a single word, leaving Arnold to stare after her. He would never understand her. He sighed, rolled his eyes, turned around on his heel, and walked back to Gerald, who was watching Helga walk towards another bunch, with her laptop tight in hand.



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Ok, I know that many of you here probably don't know Wild ARMs 3, and probably don't even care to know about it because it's a Playstation2 game, but this has a Gerald/Phoebe Arnold/Helga romance in it! And to those of you who actually do know who the Wild ARMs 3 characters are, it's also a Jet/Virginia romance maybe in later chapters. I don't know, yet. *shrugs*