3 years later

Mikey

It's been three years since Ming disappeared.

Ming. Our sister. My sister. My best friend.

I sighed, when, suddenly, I noticed an old GameBoy in the bottom of the box that I was rummaging in.

"Jumanji?" I read the card aloud. Weird. Never heard of Jumanji before. It sounded like some kind of old board game or something.

I shrugged. "Hey, guys! Look what I found!" I called.

"What?" Raph asked, as he, Leo and Don walked up.

I plugged the game in.

"Jumanji. Never heard of it." Leo spoke, reading the TV screen.

"Want to play?" I offered.

"Why not?" Donnie shrugged, grabbing a controller.

"Well... I could use something to get my mind off things." Leo allowed, grabbing two controllers. "Raph?" He held out one of the controllers to the hothead.

Raph shook his head. "Nah. It's stupid."

"Why not, Raph? Scared I'm going to beat you?" I taunted.

"No." Raph growled, seizing the controller from Leo.

I chose my avatar first. "Huh. Ruby Roundhouse. She sounds hot." I tried clicking the avatar name. It wouldn't work.

"Try somebody else." Leo suggested.

"Okay. Dr. Shelly Oberon. Curvy genius. She sounds even hotter." I grinned, choosing the avatar.

"Why do you want to be a girl?" Raph asked.

"Because none of you guys are going to choose the female avatars, so I choose the ones that are probably hot. What's wrong with a little eye candy when you're playing a video game?"

"Nothing." Donnie replied, selecting Dr. Smolder Bravestone. "Thanks for saving us from the fires of having to be the girl character."

"You're welcome." I shrugged.

Leo selected Seaplane McDonough, the pilot.

Raph groaned. "Wait, so now I'm the Mouse? Thanks, guys."

"You're welcome." We all smirked mischievously.

The screen showed a bunch of animals and the words "Welcome to Jumanji."

"Welcome to the Jungle, we got fun and games. We have everything you want, honey, we know the names. We are the people that could find whatever you may need. If you got the money honey, we got your disease, in the Jun-" I sang, when suddenly, the GameBoy started to spark and hiss, cutting me off.

"Donnie?" I turned to my brother, who was staring at my hands.

I looked down, and saw that I didn't have hands!

"Ah! What's happening? Don-" FWOOSH!


It all disappeared. Everything. The TV, the game, my room...

I screamed as I fell through leaves and branches, skidded a few feet, and finally stopped at the feet of some really tall, bald guy with a grey T-shirt and pants with lots of pockets. He was huge.

I scrambled to my feet and found myself having to look up at him, which was the first sign something was wrong. I'm about the height of your average male human, so the fact that this guy was at least 2 feet taller set me on edge.

"Who are you?" I demanded, and my hand leapt to my throat. "I don't sound like that. That's not my voice! What th-" I gasped, looking around at a large jungle.

"Who are you?" The huge man asked.

"I asked you first." I countered.

Suddenly, branches snapped, and two more people fell from the sky. A short African wearing a huge backpack and a vest with the name FINBAR written on it, and a guy about 19 or so with black hair and facial, wearing a suit that looked like a pilot's.

The 19-or-so-year-old gaped at me, and at the huge guy. He put a hand on his head, and then his eyebrows squinted.

"Wait... I... I have hair?" He ran his fingers through it, feeling the hair and the beard.

"Okay, I don't know what's going on, but somebody had better explain who they are, and they better do it now, before I start punching!" The short African growled. His voice was high-pitched, making the threat extremely comical. "And what the shell is this thing on my back?!" He added, trying to get a look at the huge backpack.

"Hang on... Raph?" The huge man asked.

"Yeah. Raphael. Who are you?" The short guy demanded.

"I... I'm Donnie." The huge man replied.

"Guys?" I asked.

"Leo, is that you?" Donnie asked. I shook my head.

"I'm over here." The black-haired kid raised a hand.

"I'm Mikey." I pointed to myself. I looked down. "We're people?"

The short African, Raph, started laughing. "Y-you mean to tell me... That you... Are Mikey?! You look actually smart. And Mike is anything but!"

I nodded. "Yeah. I-I'm Mikey. You're... Finbar." I pointed to the name on Raph's vest. "That means... We're in the game!" I gasped.

"Yep. That's Mikey." Raph rolled his eyes.

"No, wait. I think he's right. If you're Mouse Finbar, then Leo is Seaplane, I'm Dr. Bravestone, and Mikey... Is the curvy genius." Donnie trailed away.

"Well. If Mikey's the genius, then we're dead." Raph sighed.

"Hey!" I growled.

"Guys! We have to find a way to get back." Leo pushed between Raph and I before I had a chance to deck the puny little Mouse.

"Mikey... You have a tattoo..." Donnie noted, pointing at my forearm. "And... And so do I..." He looked down at his own forearm.

"Me too." Raph spoke.

"Hey, so do I. Three bars..." Leo added.

I looked down at my forearm. Sure enough, a black tattoo of three bars was there.

"Do you think that's our life count?" I suggested. Everybody gave me a confused look. "Our life count. Three lives." I explained. "We're in a video game!" I added, in defence to the judgemental glare that Raph was giving me.

"It might be..." Leo nodded.

Donnie looked around. "Okay, first we need to figure out where we are."

"We're in the game." I shrugged.

"I mean, where in the game we are!" Donnie growled. I moved back two or three steps. Hey, can you blame me? He was now two feet taller than me.

"Donnie's right. We need to establish our location, and-" Leo stopped, staring at Raph.

My eyes widened. A huge hippo was behind him.

Raph gestured with his hands. "And? And what?"

"Raph... Slowly move towards me." Donnie spoke quietly.

"Why?"

The hippo suddenly... Ate... Raph.

"RAPH!" We screamed, and took off running.