OMG, people actually like this story!! Yay!!! I'm so happy now! Thank you all for the reviews, I love getting reviews! And, by the way, this story contains major spoilers for Wild ARMs 3 if you're planning on getting it or already have it and haven't gotten very far yet. MAJOR SPOILERS!!!! I'm going to do basically all of it from where I'm doing on my second save-game of it. I've already finished it, but I did another one that I'm going to quote from and say where it is in this. ^_^
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Helga stared into a pit of nothingness as she stood with her beloved. "Arnold, where are we, and why are we here?" she asked, in a small voice. He turned to her, and turn her head to his face, a calm smile planted on his face.
"We are alone, and that's the only thing you need to worry about." he said, and began to pull her face closer to his. She smiled, and willingly began to come closer to him also. Their lips brushed each others, when suddenly they began to feel the earth moving underneath them.
"Arnold, what's happening?" Helga asked, embracing Arnold, hoping to keep herself safe from whatever had started the earthquake. Arnold looked up at her, and then began to back away from her embrace. She reached out, her hand stuck out towards him, and her eyes wide like she was terrified. "Arnold! Come back! Arnold! What is it? Did I do something wrong?" she asked, and began to walk towards him, slowly at first, but she gradually got faster. "Arnold!!" she called when she finally broke into a run. "Arnold, come back!!" she cried, tears stinging her eyes.
She ran for a little bit longer, when a sudden burst of noise stopped her in her tracks. She stopped, and fell to the ground, covering her ears. "WAKE UP!! WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPP!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAKE UUUUUUUUP!!!" the sound rattled in her ears, and everything began to crumble around her.
(A/n: I got the idea of that dream sort of from one of the dreams that Virginia has ^_^)
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Arnold sat in a park with Lila by his side, watching the sky. Lila sighed, and leaned against his shoulder. "It's just oh so wonderful sitting next to you, in the park, under this ever so beautiful tree, Arnold." she said, and Arnold wrapped his arm around her, as he smiled to himself. Everything was going perfect.
Then he heard a sudden voice. "Arnold!" he heard a female's voice gasp from behind him. He glanced back there to see Helga, standing there, drenched to the bone, shivering, and her hand covering her mouth. "Now I see... I see why you weren't there... you were with her." she said shakily, removing her hand from her mouth to reveal a sneer. "I thought you promised me. You promised me you would help me, but you never did. Come to think about it, you never have even paid me any attention, have you? Yes, actually you have." she said, as she walked closer to him. Lila looked around to Helga, then to Arnold.
"What ever is she talking about, Arnold?" Lila asked, touching her lower lip with her right index and middle fingers. Arnold looked at her, and shrugged, not knowing why Helga was suddenly being so emotional.
"Arnold, I know I never should have picked on you all of those times, but couldn't you have at least tried to find out why? No, but I can't blame you. You didn't want to get close to this bully, which is just a facade of the real me. You were either too embarrassed at what your friends would think, or too afraid of me. Which was it? Which IS it? You couldn't ever even get close enough to at least try to get me to tell you why I'm the way I am. Why haven't you even tried?" Helga asked, hysterics in her voice, and her eyes brimming with tears. She shook her head, and smiled sadly, looking down at the ground. "I guess I can't regret my own dumb facade for you being worse to me than I am to you." Arnold's face contorted into confusion. "Well Arnold, I guess I could always tell you now, or never tell you. Which would you like?"
Arnold gave her another questioning look, but didn't speak. Helga gave him a more sullen look, and then she sighed, and began to disappear, fading to nothing. "Helga, what do you mean I'm worse to you than you are to me? I haven't ever bullied you, or anyone for that matter!" he said, and Helga shook her head, looking up at him this time with anger.
"It's too late for that now, Arnold! Too late, ya' hear me? You lost your chance to find out what the real me is like! Adieu, Arnold, have a wonderful life, with your guilt!" she said loudly, but it began to fade as her body began to disappear. Arnold stood up, and began running at where she used to be.
"Helga? What do you mean by that? Helga?! Where are you??" he asked, when he suddenly fell face first onto the ground, shaken by a strange earthquake that didn't feel like any normal tremor he had ever felt. "Helga, where are you!??" he called, just before loud shouts began to fill his ears. (The same shouts Helga heard.) He covered his ears, trying to drowned out the earsplitting sound (it was louder now).
***** (I'm not going to do Phoebe and Gerald's dreams, because they aren't quite as important. Oh, and it's back to where Helga was waking up.)
Helga's face contorted into several different shapes before her eyes opened. She blinked, and yawned, patting her mouth with her hand. Once her eyes finally adjusted so they were no longer blurry, she noticed how she was lying. She blushed, and sat up directly. Her face had been only a millimeter (actually it was more like an inch, but to her it seemed like a millimeter) from Arnold's face. Then her eyes widened, because she what she saw shocked her. Instead of seeing a fourth grader's body, she saw a man's body. She examined him up and down, blushing even more as she did so. He was... was... whoa! He looked just like he did in the dream she had about them being married, except maybe a little younger. He had on a brown coat (that was pretty thin) that came down to his ankles with a black belt through the middle of it (but the coat wasn't closed), a black t-shirt underneath the coat, blue faded jeans, and boots with spurs adorned his feet. A belt full of bullets (what are those called?) was wrapped around his waist, and Helga noticed a medium sized type of gun on the belt as well. Her eyes were even wider now. His hair was gelled back, with a few strands hanging in his eyes.
Then she thought of something. She looked down at herself, and her eyes grew wide, as her mouth curled into a smile. She had an almost perfect hourglass figure. She had blue jeans that clung to her legs, a pink blouse that had a fringe around the neck and around the edges of the sleeves, a darker pink jacket that came just below her posterior with the sleeves rolled up, and black normal tie boots. She felt her hair, and blinked. She still had the bow, except it was more of a ribbon now, and her pigtails were low, past her ears. Then she noticed something. She had a type of gun, too. It was small and pistol-like. Then she gasped. 'We're... we're... in Wild ARMs 3!' she thought, as she finally looked up.
There, standing in front of her, was an Indian. She smiled as she recognized him. His hair was long, brown, had a green and yellow striped head band around his head with two batches of bangs hanging down in his face (one batch was brown, the other white), and was down held with green ponytail things. He had green eyes, and fat lips (a/n: I'm explaining him as if I was Helga, just to let you know). He was very muscular, and it showed everywhere. He had a necklace hanging around his neck that had beads and three feathers on it. On each hand his fingers had three gold rings around them, on his wrists he adorned a green bracelet and a yellow bracelet and a grey thing that Helga couldn't quite tell what was. He had a dark yellow vest that had white feathery stuff around the edges of the arm holes, ammunition for his ARM hanging on green belt-like things, and he had no shirt under the vest so you could see his muscles better. He had blue jeans with a black belt around them holding up a dark yellow thin thing and dark yellow chaps on the jeans. Black boots with spurs adorned his feet. Helga knew who this was. It was Gallows Caradine, the (before he became a Drifter he lived with his granny, Halle) Basker up-and-coming-Priest and Drifter (a Drifter on Wild ARMs three are neither good nor bad, and fight monsters for pay. Some of them that work alone are called Treasure hunters).
"Well I see you finally woke up," Gallows said, chuckling under his breath. "I've been trying to get you to move for the past 5 minutes. You and your friends, that is." he said, motioning to Arnold, Gerald, and Phoebe. She looked over to them with wide eyes. It wasn't just her and Arnold that got transported there, Gerald and Phoebe had been, too! Then a thought struck her. It must be a dream. She had to be having a dream. What other possible explanation could there be? She stood up, and dusted herself off.
"Yeah, yeah, we'll move, just hold your horses," she spat, and began to shake Arnold. "Arnold! Hey, hair boy, wake up! WAKE UP!!" she shouted into his ear, making him jump up and look around frantically.
"Huh, what, where am I??" he exclaimed, when he jumped up. He looked to Helga, and let out a yelp, making her clasp her hand over his mouth and lean next to his ear, sending shivers down her neck.
"Arnold, we're in a dream. We're dreaming that we're Wild ARMs 3, and we're 18! Now DON'T freak out, all right? Or else I'll have to use my ARM on you." she whispered harshly in his ear as his eyes widened. He couldn't believe it; having a dream that they were all 18 and in Wild ARMs 3?! But, none of the dreams he had before told him it was a dream, and in fact, they usually never even knew it was a dream. He pinched himself, and would have gave out a huge yelp, but Helga's hand muffled his voice. He pushed her hand away, and stood up. Then he noticed Gallows standing there, waiting, and staring slightly strangely at Helga. He blinked, and then smiled.
"Uh, hi," he began, not sure what to say. He knew he wasn't in a dream, because the pinch had hurt more that anything, but he hadn't quite convinced himself that it wasn't a dream. "Where are we and who're you?" he asked, scratching the back of his head, and giving Gallows a confused look. He knew who Gallows was, but he didn't know what town they were in.
"You're in Humphry's Peak, and I'm Gallows Caradine. Now, uh, could you and your friends move? I'm trying to get into the ARMs shop." Gallows said, motioning behind Arnold to the ARMs shop. Arnold glanced back there, then down. There were Phoebe and Gerald, Gerald lying on the ground with Phoebe's head on his chest. Arnold lightly chuckled, and shook his two friends to get them to wake up. Finally, Phoebe's eyes opened, but Gerald continued to lay there, snoring quite loudly.
"Hmm?" Phoebe mumbled as she sat up, and looked down at herself, her eyes wide. She was in a blue long sleeved dress that came down to her ankles, and that had about 6 layers of lace underneath the skirt. The skirt part of the dress had a red design around the bottom of it, and it had an azure belt around her waist, so that it formed to her figure. The sleeves on the dress started out tight at the top, and gradually flared out, with the same red design on the bottom edge of the sleeves. It had a white strip down the front, that started out wide at the top, and as it went down it became smaller. Her hands were clad in white gloves. She then felt her hair, and her eyes grew even wider. Her hair was done in a bun, with hair sticking out it, making a ponytail, and it was quite long (a/n: I got that hair-do from Antanora from Wild ARMs 2), with slight waves to it. She then noticed that she had a book with her, that was in her pocket. She examined it strangely, feeling across the face of it.
"Phoebe, don't worry. We got transported into Wild ARMs 3, and we need to move, because Gallows is trying to get into the ARM shop." she heard Arnold whisper in her ear, making her eyes go wide. If they were in Wild ARMs 3, then why did she have a book instead of an ARM? And plus, getting transported into a Playstation2 or any kind of game is physically impossible. Then she glanced behind Arnold, to see Gallows and Helga standing there. Gallows looking like he was patiently waiting for something, and Helga looking like she was irritated.
"Ok, Arnold." Phoebe whispered back to him, then took notice of where she had been sleeping, and she blushed furiously. She sat back a little more, and began to shake Gerald, to get him awake. He looked quite different, also. His tall stack of hair was now shaved, with a very slight bit of fuzz instead. He had on a white shirt with a black jacket over it, black pants, and the same shoes as Arnold, but without the spurs. He had a belt with ammunition, and two ARMs, that Phoebe could tell were similar to Virginia's. "Gerald, wake up, we need to move. Gerald?" she said into his ear, her voice medium volume. His eyes finally shot open, and he looked around. "Now Gerald, don't be too alarmed, but we're in Wild ARMs 3. And we need to move, since Gallows Caradine wants into the ARM shop, and we're in front of it." she whispered, while helping Gerald stand up.
"Ok, gotcha Phoebe." he said, noticing that, now that they were out of the way, Gallows had quickly walked into the ARMs shop. Then he noticed everyone there. "Don't tell me, we ALL got transported here?"
"Looks like it, hair boy." Helga spat, with her arms crossed, while she leaned against a tree that was near the building. Gerald's eyes were wide. Helga looked GOOD! Then he finally noticed how Phoebe looked. She looked even better! Hot, even!
"Wow, Phoebe, you look hot!" he said, trying to keep the blush that was trying to come from surfacing, but he wasn't succeeding. Phoebe giggled, blushing herself, with her head facing down, but her eyes directed up at Gerald.
"Why thank you, Gerald. You don't look half bad yourself." she complemented, making Gerald blush more. She looked up, then looked to Arnold, who was smiling, then to Helga who was secretly smiling, but trying as hard as possible not to show it.
"Pff, please. If you two are going to get all mushy, please go somewhere else before I puke." she spat, rolling her eyes. Phoebe smiled, and shook her head, knowing exactly why Helga was acting that way. Gerald and Arnold frowned at her, and she looked at them as if she was clueless. "What? I don't like puking." she said, smiling a completely fake smile, and shrugging her shoulders upwards. Then her smile faded, and she looked in the opposite direction. She sighed, then un-crossed her arms, and began to walk away from there. Towards the house with a blue roof, to be exact.
"Hey Helga, where are you going?" Arnold called, curious as to why she would leave. She stopped, and glanced back at him, then shrugged and continued walking.
"None of your beeswax!" she called over her shoulder, and continued walking towards the blue roofed house. Just as she finally got near it, she turned, and began to walk behind it. She glanced several ways, then ducked down, and (even though she was in different clothes) pulled out her gold locket, looking at it lovingly. "Oh, Arnold, how I wish that you and I could share our feelings for each other, the way Phoebe and Gerald do. Oh, I feel much more for you than they do for each other, but couldn't you at least show some kind of affection towards me? Is that too much to ask? Oh, my love, when will you see me the way I see you? Through love?" she chanted, in an almost inaudible whisper. She sighed, and placed the locket back in her jacket's pocket. She leaned against the wall of the house, and looked up, with a love-sick look in her eyes. Then she heard something. It sounded like a giggle. A young girl's giggle. She shot straight up, and looked around, but saw nothing. Then she heard another giggle, but it was a different little girl's giggle. She glanced around again, then stood up, and then noticed a blonde little girl with two blue bows and a blue dress on in a bush. "Hey!" she said, walking towards the girl. "Who are you, kid?" she asked, raising an eyebrow (yes she has two).
The little girl stood up, and smiled shyly, putting her hands behind her back. "My mom says not to talk to strangers, because they might hurt me or try to steal me." she said, shaking her head at Helga. Helga scowled, and began to walk away from the little girl. Then she realized who this girl was, and she had to do a double take. It was Kaitlyn Winslett, Clive's daughter! Kaitlyn looked at strangely, and ducked back behind the bush a little more. "What is it?" she asked, and Helga turned completely around again.
She was about to say that she knew who Kaitlyn was, but she thought better of it. "Oh, nothing, kid, I was just going to say that you don't need to worry about me. I wouldn't hurt a kid, or kidnap anyone. That's not what I do." she said, then turned around, and began walking towards the others. She smirked, and thought, 'She's going to say something, in five, four, three, two, one...'
"Wait!" she heard Kaitlyn call, then she turned around, and saw her come out from behind the bush, walking towards her. "Um, are you joking, or are you telling the truth?" she asked, and Helga raised an eyebrow, basically saying, 'What, don't you believe me?' Kaitlyn smiled a small smile, and put her hands behind her back again. "I'll tell you my name if you tell me your's." she said, looking up, and Helga nodded her head, sighing and rolling her eyes, making Kaitlyn giggle. "My name is Kaitlyn Winslett. Now tell me your's!"
"Helga Pataki," Helga said, and before she had gotten her name fully out of her mouth, Kaitlyn grabbed her hand and began dragging her somewhere. "Hey, what's the big idea!? Where are you taking me!? And why?! You barely met me, and you're acting like I'm one of your best friends! Crimany!" Helga cried, trying to get her hand out of Kaitlyn's grasp. But, oh no, she couldn't her hand out of the young girl's grip. Kaitlyn giggled again, then let go of Helga's hand, and looked up at her.
"Helga, I was wondering, why haven't I seen you before now? I've lived here with my mommy and daddy for longer than I can remember, but I've never seen you before. Are you going to move here? Or are you a Drifter?" she asked, smiling, and playing with her bows. Helga blinked, and looked over to Arnold, Phoebe, and Gerald, who were all talking, obviously nervous because of the predicament they were in. she thought for a minute. 'What should I tell her? That I'm just moving here, or that I'm a Drifter? Well, I have an ARM.' she thought, then slowly began to smile, but quickly stopped herself, and looked down at Kaitlyn.
"I'm a Drifter," she said, then Kaitlyn smiled, and dashed inside the blue roofed house. Helga looked at the door of the blue roofed house strangely, then she shrugged, and walked back over to the others. They all looked to her, and Phoebe smiled, while Gerald and Arnold looked like they could care less that she was back. She noticed the guys' looks. "You don't have to be so excited to see me." she said scornfully, a scowl spreading across her face. she crossed her arms, and leaned against the tree again. "So, what were you talking about while I was gone? Something about an idea for getting out of here, I hope." she said, looking right at Phoebe, who shrugged. (Oh, Helga figured out it wasn't a dream, by the way)
"No, we haven't thought of a possible way of getting back to our own world, but we have figured out why we have been sent here, and with different ages, clothes styles, and everything."
"Spill it."
"Well, we are positive it's because the characters might need our help. Either that or just because we all became obsessed with it."
Gerald then piped up. "Uh, you mean you three did, I didn't even get to play it more than five minutes. Arnold came, and interrupted us." he said, glancing at Arnold, who smirked.
"Oh, yes. We talked about that, too. We really have only a miniature idea as to why we're here." Phoebe continued, and Helga nodded her head, looking back towards the blue roofed house, to see four people leave out through the door Kaitlyn had went in through. She recognized them as Clive Winslett, Virginia Maxwell, Jet Enduro, and Kaitlyn Winslett, who she had met a minute before (a/n: if you want to see what Clive, Virginia, and Jet all look like, look at the bottom of the page for URLS). Then Gallows walked out of the ARMs shop, and past the four teens, over to the others. Helga watched, and Kaitlyn pointed at her, forcing the others to look their way. Clive nodded his head, said something to his daughter, and then the four Drifters walked out of the town, into the wasteland. Helga smirked, and turned to the others.
"Hey, you guys might not like the thought of this, but you know Kaitlyn?" she asked, and the others, minus Gerald, nodded their heads. "Well, I met her, and she asked if I was a Drifter. I told her I was, and she's coming this way, so, she'll probably think we're all Drifters. And I don't know about you guys, but the thought of being a Drifter sounds cooler than trying to find out a way to get back home. So, what I'm saying is, I want to follow Virginia's team around, and, oh, I don't know, help 'em, or... something. What do ya say?" she asked, with the smirk still planted on her face. Phoebe smiled, nodded her head, and clapped her hands.
"Yes! That sounds delightful!"
"Ok, two yes votes. What about you, hair boy?" she asked, this time referring to Gerald, instead of Arnold. Instantly, he smiled, and nodded his head vigorously.
"You bet!"
"Ok, three yes votes. What about the football head?" she turned to Arnold, who gave her a smile.
"Sure. That sounds fun. Oh, and Kaitlyn is almost here." he said, looking behind Helga, making her look as well. Kaitlyn walked up behind Helga, and looked at the others strangely, then looking up at Helga.
"Helga, who are they?" she asked, looking at the others. Then she thought of something, and looked back up at Helga with a questioning look. "Are they on your team?" she asked, and Helga looked at them, nodding her head.
"Yeah, they are. That's Phoebe, that's Gerald, and that's Arnold." she said, motioning towards each one when she said their name. Kaitlyn smiled, and waved at them. Suddenly, they heard a voice shout Kaitlyn's name come from behind them, making them turn around towards the blue roofed house, to see a woman with dark blonde hair standing in the doorway.
"Uh oh, I gotta go, my mommy wants me. Will I see you guys again?" she asked them, and they all nodded their heads, making her smile wider. "Good, 'cause, I don't know why, but I like you guys! Bye!" she said, running towards the house. Helga looked to the others, then a thought struck her, making her smirk.
"Who will be our team captain?"
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