Chapter Two: Chaos
Andrea whimpered as she climbed out of the wardrobe, followed by Brittany and Lauren. This was unbelievable.
Complete and utter chaos had ensued around them. To her left, a zombie was being electrocuted by a small, yellow creature. . .was it a Pokémon? Next to that, a good-looking dark haired man had a Colt .46 drawn and was shooting a vampire. He seemed confused as to why it wasn't dieing. A small blonde woman was battling an orc. Another woman in a beret was going hand-to-hand with a gorgeous man with bleached hair. A heard of horses sat off to the side for a few moments before turning and striding away. To the right, a boy about Andrea's age with a scar on his forehead was backing away from a mobster-looking guy with a pistol.
"Oh, my God."
Her living room was overrun with fictional characters. She must have been dreaming.
"Lauren, pinch me." Her stunned friend gladly obliged. "Ow. Okay, that hurt. Not good."
She climbed onto the staircase leading to the rec room and let loose an insanely loud whistle. Everyone turned and looked at her, save a few of the walking undead.
"Okay," she said loudly, so everyone could hear her. "Listen to me. All vampires must leave now except for Spike." The blond guy with the bleach job stopped moving toward the door. "If I mention you, come stand on the other side of the staircase. Understand?" People nodded. Andrea really didn't have a clue why they were listening to her. She was just a kid. "Uh. . .If you're in the Scooby Gang, over here please. If you know what I'm talking about when I mention the Order of the Phoenix and the Fellowship of the Ring. If you were ever part of any STARS team. If you have any connection, whatsoever, to the company NUMA."
"What about us?" called a kid who looked like he'd stepped out of the cartoon. Fortunately, Andrea recognized nearly all of these people.
"If you have anything to do with Pokémon, please leave now. You're dumb." Ash Ketchum and his group of Pokémon people filed out of the room. "Uh. . .I think I have all the important people."
Everyone began to, surprisingly, leave. The only reason they were even listening to the fifteen year old was because they had no clue what was going on.
Suddenly, Lauren pointed to a man at the back of the group and yelled, "Danny! Don't leave!"
The man stopped and, looking confused, came over to join the group permitted to stay.
"Hey, I remember you. You were at that convention a while ago." Lauren nodded excitedly.
Finally, all of the unimportant people/things had left the house and Andrea, Brittany and Lauren were left with exactly fifty fictional characters looking expectantly at them. A beautiful woman with cinnamon coloured hair raised her hand professionally. Andrea blinked momentarily at the gesture of respect.
"Yes, Loren?" she said. The woman started to say something, but then changed direction.
"Who - wait. How do you know my name?" Murmurs broke out promptly.
"Please. . .settle down. . ." Andrea said, but no one seemed to hear her.
"Ladies and gentlemen," said an older man, who Andrea assumed was Professor Albus Dumbledore. "I believe we should give this young lady a chance to speak."
"As do I," agreed Rupert Giles. "None of us seem to know what is going on."
"Yeah, let her talk," commanded Barry Burton of STARS Alpha team. The crowd seemed to take the hint and shut up.
"Thank you. My name is Andrea Smith. This is my house. These are my friends Brittany and Lauren. I know you names because, where I live, you are all fictional characters. Except for you." She pointed at Danny and the murmurs almost broke out again. "I know all your secrets," she admitted with a grin. "I have seen each one of you either in books, movies, TV shows or video games. And I'd be more than happy to tell you about it after we figure out what the hell is going on."
"Why should we believe you?" asked a greasy voice. Andrea didn't have to look to know who was speaking. She grinned wider.
"Ah, Snapey. I was wondering when you'd pipe up." Everyone who seemed to know him burst out laughing. "Hang on a sec, I'll prove it."
She disappeared into her bedroom and returned with her arms overflowing with 'proof'. Brittany and Lauren helped her unload a bit. She began by tossing four books into the crowd.
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone went to Snape, Chamber of Secrets to Dumbledore, Prisoner of Azkaban to Sirius Black and Goblet of Fire to Harry himself.
Next, Andrea threw a complete boxed set of the Resident Evil video games to Jill Valentine and the Lord of the Rings trilogy to Gandalf, Frodo and Aragorn (A/N: * drool*).
Then, five seasons of DVDs went to Buffy, Xander, Giles, Willow, and Spike (A/N: *drool again *).
The book Sahara was lobbed to Dirk Pitt, Atlantis Found to Loren Smith, and Raise the Titanic to Rudi Gunn.
"That takes care of everybody, right?" People nodded. "Proof enough for you, Snapey?" Professor Snape flushed both at being called Snapey and at being proved wrong.
"Please refrain from calling me that, Miss Smith." Harry snickered and Snape shot him a glare.
"What does all this mean?" Dawn Summers questioned, holding up a box of fourth season Buffy the Vampire Slayer DVDs.
"It means your fictional," said a short, gruff-looking man with red hair. Admiral James Sandecker. Dawn looked offended.
"Now, now. We're all fictional," Molly Weasley said comfortingly.
"Look, I'm not sure how or why you guys got here," started Andrea, "but I do know that just before you guys showed up, my computer went all wonky and pulled a reverse Poltergeist." Several people looked very confused by this statement.
"Please elaborate," suggested Gandalf the Grey-or-White-depending-on-what- book-you're-on.
"It turned into a portal," said Brittany.
"And spat all you guys and your zombies and vampires and demons and evil rings and Lord Voldemorts all over my living room," finished Andrea.
"And don't forget Team Rocket," said Lauren, pointing at a trio of animé people/Pokémon hiding in the corner.
"Leave!" Andrea commanded sternly, frowning at them.
"Look's like Team Rocket is blasting off again!" chorused a red haired girl, a blue haired guy and a weird cat thing. They slowly trudged out of the house, looking very deflated. Andrea slowly shook her head at the retreating forms.
"Right then. We should probably figure out what the hell happened," suggested Andrea. "That would be more easily accomplished if we each got what we thought would help the most and brought it to a place large enough to hold us all. But where would that be?"
"We could use the Raccoon Police Station," offered Claire Redfield.
"Helm's Deep is probably not the best idea, huh?" said Frodo.
"How about NUMA HQ?" said Hiram Yeager. "That way I could use Max and you guys could all be there on hand." Andrea nodded.
"Good idea. NUMA building is now command central."
"How do we know that our resources made it over?" Xander asked.
"If I'm right. . ." Andrea began, moving to the door. Tossing it open, she looked around. "Your resources made it, Xand. Trust me."
The house next door was now a dark and gloomy graveyard. Next to that was an extremely tall glass building with the letters 'NUMA' on a sign in front of it. Down the hill from Andrea's house, Hogwarts stood where Erie Septic Service had been only an hour previous. The Magic Box was where Hagrid's hut had been. The Raccoon PD sat in a clearing in some trees across the road.
But the paths to these places were by no means clear. A man seemed to be stealing a car. And zombies were chewing on Pokémon.
It wasn't a pretty picture.
Andrea whimpered as she climbed out of the wardrobe, followed by Brittany and Lauren. This was unbelievable.
Complete and utter chaos had ensued around them. To her left, a zombie was being electrocuted by a small, yellow creature. . .was it a Pokémon? Next to that, a good-looking dark haired man had a Colt .46 drawn and was shooting a vampire. He seemed confused as to why it wasn't dieing. A small blonde woman was battling an orc. Another woman in a beret was going hand-to-hand with a gorgeous man with bleached hair. A heard of horses sat off to the side for a few moments before turning and striding away. To the right, a boy about Andrea's age with a scar on his forehead was backing away from a mobster-looking guy with a pistol.
"Oh, my God."
Her living room was overrun with fictional characters. She must have been dreaming.
"Lauren, pinch me." Her stunned friend gladly obliged. "Ow. Okay, that hurt. Not good."
She climbed onto the staircase leading to the rec room and let loose an insanely loud whistle. Everyone turned and looked at her, save a few of the walking undead.
"Okay," she said loudly, so everyone could hear her. "Listen to me. All vampires must leave now except for Spike." The blond guy with the bleach job stopped moving toward the door. "If I mention you, come stand on the other side of the staircase. Understand?" People nodded. Andrea really didn't have a clue why they were listening to her. She was just a kid. "Uh. . .If you're in the Scooby Gang, over here please. If you know what I'm talking about when I mention the Order of the Phoenix and the Fellowship of the Ring. If you were ever part of any STARS team. If you have any connection, whatsoever, to the company NUMA."
"What about us?" called a kid who looked like he'd stepped out of the cartoon. Fortunately, Andrea recognized nearly all of these people.
"If you have anything to do with Pokémon, please leave now. You're dumb." Ash Ketchum and his group of Pokémon people filed out of the room. "Uh. . .I think I have all the important people."
Everyone began to, surprisingly, leave. The only reason they were even listening to the fifteen year old was because they had no clue what was going on.
Suddenly, Lauren pointed to a man at the back of the group and yelled, "Danny! Don't leave!"
The man stopped and, looking confused, came over to join the group permitted to stay.
"Hey, I remember you. You were at that convention a while ago." Lauren nodded excitedly.
Finally, all of the unimportant people/things had left the house and Andrea, Brittany and Lauren were left with exactly fifty fictional characters looking expectantly at them. A beautiful woman with cinnamon coloured hair raised her hand professionally. Andrea blinked momentarily at the gesture of respect.
"Yes, Loren?" she said. The woman started to say something, but then changed direction.
"Who - wait. How do you know my name?" Murmurs broke out promptly.
"Please. . .settle down. . ." Andrea said, but no one seemed to hear her.
"Ladies and gentlemen," said an older man, who Andrea assumed was Professor Albus Dumbledore. "I believe we should give this young lady a chance to speak."
"As do I," agreed Rupert Giles. "None of us seem to know what is going on."
"Yeah, let her talk," commanded Barry Burton of STARS Alpha team. The crowd seemed to take the hint and shut up.
"Thank you. My name is Andrea Smith. This is my house. These are my friends Brittany and Lauren. I know you names because, where I live, you are all fictional characters. Except for you." She pointed at Danny and the murmurs almost broke out again. "I know all your secrets," she admitted with a grin. "I have seen each one of you either in books, movies, TV shows or video games. And I'd be more than happy to tell you about it after we figure out what the hell is going on."
"Why should we believe you?" asked a greasy voice. Andrea didn't have to look to know who was speaking. She grinned wider.
"Ah, Snapey. I was wondering when you'd pipe up." Everyone who seemed to know him burst out laughing. "Hang on a sec, I'll prove it."
She disappeared into her bedroom and returned with her arms overflowing with 'proof'. Brittany and Lauren helped her unload a bit. She began by tossing four books into the crowd.
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone went to Snape, Chamber of Secrets to Dumbledore, Prisoner of Azkaban to Sirius Black and Goblet of Fire to Harry himself.
Next, Andrea threw a complete boxed set of the Resident Evil video games to Jill Valentine and the Lord of the Rings trilogy to Gandalf, Frodo and Aragorn (A/N: * drool*).
Then, five seasons of DVDs went to Buffy, Xander, Giles, Willow, and Spike (A/N: *drool again *).
The book Sahara was lobbed to Dirk Pitt, Atlantis Found to Loren Smith, and Raise the Titanic to Rudi Gunn.
"That takes care of everybody, right?" People nodded. "Proof enough for you, Snapey?" Professor Snape flushed both at being called Snapey and at being proved wrong.
"Please refrain from calling me that, Miss Smith." Harry snickered and Snape shot him a glare.
"What does all this mean?" Dawn Summers questioned, holding up a box of fourth season Buffy the Vampire Slayer DVDs.
"It means your fictional," said a short, gruff-looking man with red hair. Admiral James Sandecker. Dawn looked offended.
"Now, now. We're all fictional," Molly Weasley said comfortingly.
"Look, I'm not sure how or why you guys got here," started Andrea, "but I do know that just before you guys showed up, my computer went all wonky and pulled a reverse Poltergeist." Several people looked very confused by this statement.
"Please elaborate," suggested Gandalf the Grey-or-White-depending-on-what- book-you're-on.
"It turned into a portal," said Brittany.
"And spat all you guys and your zombies and vampires and demons and evil rings and Lord Voldemorts all over my living room," finished Andrea.
"And don't forget Team Rocket," said Lauren, pointing at a trio of animé people/Pokémon hiding in the corner.
"Leave!" Andrea commanded sternly, frowning at them.
"Look's like Team Rocket is blasting off again!" chorused a red haired girl, a blue haired guy and a weird cat thing. They slowly trudged out of the house, looking very deflated. Andrea slowly shook her head at the retreating forms.
"Right then. We should probably figure out what the hell happened," suggested Andrea. "That would be more easily accomplished if we each got what we thought would help the most and brought it to a place large enough to hold us all. But where would that be?"
"We could use the Raccoon Police Station," offered Claire Redfield.
"Helm's Deep is probably not the best idea, huh?" said Frodo.
"How about NUMA HQ?" said Hiram Yeager. "That way I could use Max and you guys could all be there on hand." Andrea nodded.
"Good idea. NUMA building is now command central."
"How do we know that our resources made it over?" Xander asked.
"If I'm right. . ." Andrea began, moving to the door. Tossing it open, she looked around. "Your resources made it, Xand. Trust me."
The house next door was now a dark and gloomy graveyard. Next to that was an extremely tall glass building with the letters 'NUMA' on a sign in front of it. Down the hill from Andrea's house, Hogwarts stood where Erie Septic Service had been only an hour previous. The Magic Box was where Hagrid's hut had been. The Raccoon PD sat in a clearing in some trees across the road.
But the paths to these places were by no means clear. A man seemed to be stealing a car. And zombies were chewing on Pokémon.
It wasn't a pretty picture.