A/N: Good news! There will be a sequel. You'll hear more about it later ;)

~THIRD PERSON~

Fierce Fox sat on her firework-designed quilt, gazing out of the window. It was a beautiful day as usual: bright, blue sky contrasting against white, puffy clouds. It seemed the weather never changed. This had always seemed odd to Fierce Fox: weather was very diverse on Mocktropica Island. It could go from a sunny day to pouring down rain in a matter of seconds. It depended how the developers were feeling. On Home Island, nothing really changed.

Perhaps that was why Fierce Fox was so courageous. She was born on an island where you always had to expect the unexpected. There were strange glitches everywhere, causing mayhem left right and center. Other islands weren't nearly half as chaotic. No wonder Fierce Fox had nothing to fear. Almost. There was something she did fear: Alice.

Alice, the girl from 'another world'. Fierce Fox's voice. What was this other world? Alice called it Earth. Poptropica was sometimes called Earth, too. She said humans lived there. Poptropicans could also be known as humans. But… there were differences. There weren't quests on Earth. People lived by routines. And the islands of Earth seemed much more similar to each other than Poptropica's islands did.

Fierce Fox knew that Poptropica was virtual. Her mother and father worked in the industry, so naturally, she shared some of their knowledge. Actually, quite a lot. She knew much more than Alice thought she did. She'd heard of Earth. And humans. Everything Alice had said. All thanks to her parents. But why did she act so surprised and unsure when Alice explained her world to her? A memory engulfed the young Poptropican…

"He's doing it again?" a young, pale, red-haired Poptropican asked her mother. The taller Poptropican peered down at her.

"Y'know what your dad's like," she answered. "Always tryna find that 'other world'. He gets too into that stuff. He'll never find it. We're not supposed 'ta find it."

"Can we stop him?" the small child asked, tugging on her mother's dress. Her mother sighed and shook her head.

"Let him do what he's gotta," she said, patting the child's head. "C'mon. We'll go see how your cousin's doing. Calls himself the 'safety inspector'."

"No," the young child said, turning away from her mother. "I'm gonna see Dad." She raced off, her red hair flowing behind her.

"Stubborn kid." the mother tutted, folding her arms. She followed at a slower pace. The child had entered the lush, grey apartment. She was racing to the room at the end of the hall. It was covered in signs saying 'stay out'. The child banged on the door until her knuckles hurt. No answer. So the child let herself in.

Her father's study room was very cluttered. Piles of books and papers had been knocked down and were spilled over the floor. A lamp had fallen onto the desk, which was covered in various diagrams and advertisements for Mega Fighting Bots. Posters of famous people covered the walls. It was far messier than normal. But Fierce Fox wasn't focused on that. She was focused on the figure lying on the floor.

"Dad…?" she asked. "Are you…"

"You'll regret it," the father murmured, sounding off. "You'll regret it all." He faced his daughter with haunting, blue eyes. "It will happen to you. You'll be apart of it. You'll destroy it all."

"What?" the child asked, taking a few steps backwards.

"Their world, their people," the father groaned. He shakily got up. His fists were clenched and his legs were bent. He looked like an attacker. "One of them will come here one day. One of them will control you. They'll make you destroy it. You'll be the cause of destruction." He pulled out a knife. The child screamed. "And I can't have that…"

Fierce Fox fell on the floor, panting heavily. That was the very reason she was scared of Alice. And the truth. The human had proven herself not to be evil, but what if the circumstances changed? Then, maybe, everything would be destroyed.

~ALICE~

Fierce Fox and I scaled down a conveniently-placed rope. Well, no. We were blown off of it while climbing down. We landed in the middle of a snow-covered forest. A large cliff is to the side. A handbook page was in one of the branches; I grabbed it. The book itself was beneath it- I grabbed that too. There's far less snow than the previous episode. I could see patches of grass peeking through the white blankets. Sticky mud's underneath rocks. And I didn't feel cold this time.

"Our whole aim is to catch a fish." I explained, my friend eyeing me. "So let's get one." I walked over to a rock which has mud underneath it. And some worms wiggling around. I picked up a few of the slimy creatures and placed them into my inventory. I instructed Fierce Fox to pick up a few more insects underneath muddy rocks. While she did that, I found a handbook page. I found the last one high in the branches of another tree. There are lots of trees (obviously).

"Okay, we're done with this area." I told Fierce Fox. I pointed to a log which was covering a hole in the ground. The hole leads to a new area. Fierce Fox and I headed down that hole, passing a dark, rocky cave. After the cave, we came to an area which has no trees whatsoever. Instead, there's a large dam for a family of beavers. The trees have been made into the beaver's home. Around the trees is icy water. Within the dam is a fishing hook.

"We'll never get that hook with the water level so high." Fierce Fox grumbled, glaring at the icy water.

"There's a way to fix that," I replied. "We need to drain the water, stop the beavers from stopping the water from draining, then get the hook once the water's drained." I leaped over the roof of the dam. There were three logs floating in the icy water. I bounded over those and got to the wall. My weight on the wall forced the dam to start draining.

The beavers, with their thick tails, attempted to stop the draining. Fierce Fox and I jumped onto the logs, banging their heads and preventing them from stopping the draining. Another moment where I was happy the R.S.P.C.A weren't watching. Though I still felt awful about it.

Eventually, we were able to reach the hook. After that, we leaped to dry land, which has more trees. Our old squirrel friend was hiding in one of them. It screamed at us. Not a very happy reunion. We picked up more insects underneath another muddy rock. Unfortunately, the dry land ended quickly. A large, icy lake was ahead of us. It's surrounded by trees with bouncy branches. One of the trees had a fishing rod on it- to our convenience. After grabbing that we bounded across the branches, reaching the other side.

On the other side of the lake is some more land. It has a rocky surface, fallen trees and small patches of snow. Past that is an area that has trees with weak trunks, thanks to the beavers. We shoved over all of the trees. I hoped any tree lovers weren't watching. One of the trunks landed in another icy river. It became like a boat. Fierce Fox and I climbed aboard, riding to the other side.

"Grab that." I told my partner. I was pointing at a shoe on a tree with its lace hanging down. Fierce Fox reached up and grabbed it. The other side has a thick, cliff wall, so we couldn't pass it. It also has a few trees. In one of these trees was a shoe. I climbed on top of the tree, Fierce Fox following. I attached the shoelace to the fishing rod, creating a long-ish line. The hook shimmered on the end.

I reeled the hook down, picking up the other shoe. I attached the second shoelace onto the rod, making a longer line. I grinned.

"Alright, we're almost ready to go fishing," I told Fierce Fox. "There's just one more thing we have to do." I led her back to the rocky area. It goes down then leads up, like a spout. Then it's the icy water which has icebergs covering it, blocking us from the fish. On top of the area is a boulder and a log. I winked at Fierce Fox.

I pushed a flat rock down the rocky area and put it over a gap. While I did that, Fierce Fox shoved that log onto a ledge, creating a downwards platform for the boulder. Now the boulder had a clear path. Fierce Fox shoved all her strength onto that boulder. I leaped out of the way as it shoved past me and crashed into the water. The ice was all gone.

"Ice going!" Fierce Fox cried, making an awful pun. I rolled my eyes and got to the spout. I placed a worm on the hook, then reeled the rod down. After a few seconds, I felt a strong tug. I reeled in, revealing my catch. I smirked in satisfaction. We'd caught a fish. My vision turned to white; I was behind my computer desk. I saw Fierce Fox enjoying her cooked catch. Then I saw her face on a camera. That camera belonged to MVB. I sighed.

"MVB," I muttered. "We'll see what you've got planned."