After a while of sitting on the chair, Stephanie is awkwardly tapping her fingertips on the side of the glass she has in her hands that was handed to her from Mary when she had a headache.
Stephanie only explained half of the story she knows, as the rest was still foggy on how she got into the game.
The chair she is sitting on is small, yes, but stable enough for her to sit comfortably on, except her long legs were out in front of her since they go up to her chest when she puts them into position.
She glanced up at Gene, Mary and Felix, who was sitting on the couch, looking a little awkward too.
Mary was not looking eye to eye with Stephanie, Felix, nor her husband, glancing out to the left side, as her husband was nervously chewing his lip looking the right side.
Felix was sitting in the middle of the two, not looking anyone either, as he was glancing down to his hat in his hands, squeezing it nervously with his hands.
Stephanie glanced away from the three, unsure of what else she might explain about, and worried about their thoughts of her.
But, she glanced back at him, as they glanced back at her.
Her cheeks turned a light neon pink color, as she glanced away from them, gazing into her cup in her hands.
Gene perked when he noticed her blush.
"Well, that is different…" Gene was the first one to break the ice as she glanced back up, looking confused.
"What do you mean?" she asked, not noticing the blush on her cheeks.
"Your cheeks are…" Felix paused, still staring at her, as he put his hat back on his head.
"My cheeks are what?" Stephanie asked, reaching up to her right cheek with her right hand.
"Pink," Mary answered, jumping off the couch.
Confused, she placed the glass down on the table and felt her cheeks with her hands.
There was some heat coming from them, telling she is feeling embarrassed.
"'Pink?'" she repeated, chuckling softly to herself. "It's normal."
"Not when it is glowing," Gene added.
Blinking once in confusion, she thought for a moment, repeating the words that Gene spoke.
She looked in the reflection of the glass in her hands, noticing the neon pink blush she is blushing.
Stephanie softly chuckled again and glanced back up at the three.
"Yeah, this is normal." she pointed, chuckling softly.
"Do all gamers blush the unique color?" Mary asked, walking up to her.
"Not really," she responded, glancing away as Mary gently touched her cheeks.
She has to stand on her tippy toes to reach to her cheek, even though she is sitting down on a small chair that fits for Nicelanders.
Oddly enough, her weight to them did not break the chair she is sitting in.
This made Gene feel suspicious about her.
"Not all humans blush like this. They blush a normal pink color, but not for me," Stephanie explained, not moving as Mary felt her cheeks.
Gene thought to himself for a moment as he drew his attention away from his suspicious, as Mary released her cheeks, as they went back to a normal color.
She slowly stood up to her feet from the chair, and glanced at the door, looking nervous for a moment.
"What about the rest of the Nicelanders?" she asked, rubbing the back of her neck with her right hand.
Gene jumped when she asked the question, snapping out of his thoughts.
"Oh, programmers!" he exclaimed, as Stephanie looked confused. "I forgot about them!"
Before Stephanie could say something, the door opened, as a Nicelander came into the room.
"Alright! Who left-!" the voice exclaimed, before pausing.
Stephanie glanced up at who spoke, only to bite her lip in worry.
He is a sailor Nicelander and has fair skin color, with steel-blue eyes.
From underneath the sailor's hat, he is wearing, she noticed he has short hair, graying of age.
He wears a blue coat, with a white shirt underneath, and a light blue ascot around his neck, and tucked in front of his suit.
The Nicelander also has black pants, with black shoes.
When Stephanie glanced up at him in the eyes, he yelped and ran the other way to get out of the room, but accidentally going into the glass, luckily did not shatter the glass after going into it.
All four winced from the impact of the glass to the Nicelander.
He fell backward after the impact and landed on the top of the stairs, rubbing his nose with one hand.
Before Stephanie could walk up to him to see if he was okay, Gene beat her to it, walking up to the sailor Nicelander.
"Are you alright, Don?" Gene asked, placing a hand on the Nicelander's back.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he responded, wincing a bit from the bruise.
Stephanie was going to say something to him, but stopped herself and instead went silent.
Don glanced at her as she flinched.
"Who is she, though?" he asked, pointing at her.
Gene glanced up at her and Stephanie repositioned herself.
She moved her left hand behind her back, as she placed her right metal hand on her chest, palm flat down on top.
"My name is Stephanie, Stephanie Nova Rose Allen." she introduced herself, smiling gently.
Mentally, she is nervous about his thoughts on her.
"Forgive me for my look," she apologized, moving her left hand from her back. "But, I am not actually a bad person."
"Are you sure?" he asked, sounding unsure.
Stephanie only replied by shrugging her shoulders.
"I'm not actually sure myself," she shrugged, as the two male Nicelanders looked confused. "It depends on what you choose or what I choose. I could be either good or bad, but it does not matter about looks."
Gene and Don looked at each other in the eyes, as Stephanie sighed to herself.
"Anyways," she spoke, catching the two Nicelanders' attention as they both glanced back at her. "I thought you said you forgot somethin', Gene."
"Oh, that's right!" he exclaimed, remembering what she meant. "Wait right here."
He opened the doors and went into the hallway, before asking, "In the meantime, can someone clean up all of this mess?"
The neon pink color reappeared on Stephanie's cheeks, as she chuckled in embarrassment.
Don noticed the blush on Stephanie's face, turning from unsure to confused.
"Did you…?" he asked, pointing his finger at the doors.
Stephanie pursed her lips together and sighed.
"Yep, but it is not what you think," she spoke, her cheeks still flustered with a neon pink color. "It could be ink from what I heard from a friend of mine, but I don't mentally think that is it."
"So you don't know what you've spilled?" Don asked as she walked up the stairs.
"I think it's paint." She spoke, rubbing the back of her neck, her blush gone. "But, I'm not entirely sure, so I'm going with the idea it's paint."
Don shrugged his shoulders as Stephanie went into the hallway, noticing the blue and brown "paint" all over the ground, and on the walls.
'Man, I really made a mess…' She thought to herself, looking somewhat annoyed at herself.
Rolling up the sleeves of her sweater, she got down to the first puddle in front of her, using both of her hands as she scooped the liquid in her hands.
The liquid created a dewdrop in her hands as she lifted it up, before bubbling it in a bubble.
Moving the bubble to the side, she continued doing the same thing to the rest of the liquid, picking it up with her hands and placing it inside the bubble she created.
As she went into a different level in the apartment, she stopped when she heard voices.
Deciding to overhear what the people are talking about, she placed the dewdrop in the bubble that was in her hands.
After she had placed the dewdrop in the bubble, she walked over to the room, peeking around the corner.
"Gene, what are you talking about?" a male's voice asked, sounding confused. "What do you mean a gamer got in here?"
"It sounds like you are dreaming again." another said.
"I'm being serious!" Gene snapped. "We have a gamer here in our apartment and staying here until we find a way to get back to the gamer's world!"
Sighing as she rolled her eyes, she moved the bubble out of anyone's way and made it invisible, as the voices continued to talk.
She peeked around the corner again, seeing Gene in front of all the Nicelanders, his face red in anger and embarrassment.
Deciding to make a move, she moved into the room, standing behind Gene as he has his first and middle finger, and thumb against the side of his head, looking annoyed as a pixelated swirl appeared over his head.
"I'll repeat myself the last time;" he spoke, his voice on the edge of being angry, which made Stephanie's skin crawl nervously. "We have a gamer in the apartment when she just somehow got into the game without knowing it. And this time, I am not making this up."
He growled at the end of his sentence.
Stephanie rolled her eyes as the Nicelander's eyes glanced up from Gene to her, as the bored and unamused expressions on their faces changed to confusion.
"He's right, ya know," she replied as she shrugged her shoulder, her arms crossed over her chest.
Gene flinched from the sudden sound of her voice, startled that her voice came from behind him.
He turned around to her and mentally winced, worried about the other Nicelander's thoughts.
"Gene?" one of the Nicelanders spoke, sounding confused. "Is she the person you were talking about?"
"Yes." He nervously answered, turning back around to the Nicelanders. "This is Stephanie, the gamer I explained."
She gently smiled and politely bowed her head, only halfway as she has her right hand on her chest.
"Stephanie, Stephanie Nova Rose Allen is my name." she introduced, feeling a little brave, but willing to leave when things get out of hand.
All the Nicelanders looked at Gene as Gene looked nervous, as pixelated sweat drops dripped off from him.
"And to answer everyone's thoughts, I am not what you think," she spoke, as Gene glanced up at her, the pixelated sweat drops stopped.
"Then, what are you doing here?" a male redhead Nicelander asked.
"Like what Genie said," she spoke, placing her metal hand on top of his head, feeling him somewhat jolt from the touch. "I'm just here until someone finds out how I'm in here. Once someone finds out what's going on, I might return back from where I was."
Gene nodded his head and pointed at Stephanie, agreeing with her.
The Nicelanders glanced at each other, as Stephanie felt her stomach twist nervously.
She does not know what the Nicelanders are thinking about her.
They glanced back at her as her thoughts were thinking of the words that they could say to her.
"Okay," one of them shrugged. "There's no problem to that."
She mentally sighed in relief as her stomach untwisted.
Stephanie removed her hand from his head, as he sighed in relief too.
"Anyways, I gotta clean up some puddles out there that I made." Stephanie nodded her head to the other side of the hallway. "After I'm done, I'll come back explaining what happened in my own words."
Stephanie turned to the left and walked down the hallway, going to the next paint splatter she made.
She continued scooping the paint into her hands, creating dewdrops as she collected and put them into the bubble she made in the beginning.
When she finally reaches the front porch of the apartment, she collected the last of the paint, placing it into the bubble, that is bloated about the size of a full grown-up German Shepherd.
Using her left hand, she tapped the top of the bubble and disappeared into thin air.
Stephanie teleported the bubble away to a safe place, without anyone noticing.
After teleporting the bubble away, she turned to go back into the apartment, until she went into something massive.
The impact causes her to land backward on the ground.
Luckily, she had her hands out behind her back to stop herself from banging her head against the concrete but merely got her hands scraped.
Stephanie hissed softly in pain after her hands were scrapped as she moved her hands away from behind, getting up to her rear.
She glanced at her palms as there were small scrapes on her left hand, as her right hand looked perfectly fine.
Reaching up to her face, she noticed her glasses were off, so she looked for them as she slowly got up to her knees.
She can see without her glasses, but she needs to wear them for her left eye.
Then, someone held out her glasses to her, unharmed.
She took the glasses from the person, and places them on her face, sighing gently.
"Thank you." she thanked, glancing up to the person.
But when she glanced up to the person, she was caught off guard when she realized who the figure was.
The man she went into is nine feet tall and muscular, which gawked Stephanie.
He has spiky, dark auburn hair, brown eyes, thick eyebrows, and a big pink nose.
The giant man wears a red-and-orange plaid shirt with two yellow buttons up, a teal shirt underneath and brown single-strapped overalls.
He does not wear any shoes or socks, only bare feet.
To Stephanie's own surprise, he looked exactly like the bad guy she noticed from the game.
"You're welcome, ma'am." he granted, before noticing her gawking. "Is there a problem?"
"No, it's just that I know big, but you, my friend, are big." she complicated, causing him to blush a light red color.
"Uh, yeah, I get that a lot," he spoke, glancing away from her.
She smiled and was about to get up to her feet when the person held out his right hand.
"Here, let me help." he insisted.
She took his hand as she placed her right hand on his palm, slowly getting up as he slowly moved his palm up.
When she got up to her feet, she brushed the dust off from behind and checking her hand as the scratches were already healed.
When the street lamp post's light shined on her gently, somehow, he recognized her from somewhere.
"Wait a moment." He spoke, sounding confused.
With both of his massive hands, he picked her up from the ground, as she quietly yelped, lifted up to his face.
"Have I seen you before?" he asked, mostly himself.
"Well, you might remember me from outside," she answered, jabbing her right thumb to the arcade game's screen.
He glanced at the screen for a moment, before glancing back at her, as she pushed her glasses into place with her left hand, mostly to get it into position, or to mock the previous act she did.
"Holy-!" he exclaimed, dropping her to the ground as she landed on her bottom after another startled yelp came from her. "How did you-?"
"It's a long story," she spoke, as she winced. "Maybe Mary can explain what I said before."
"'Mary?'" he repeated in confusion. "You've met her?"
"Not only her." she sheepishly responded, glancing away from his gaze.
"You've met Felix and the Nicelanders, too?" he asked, as she glanced up at him.
"Yeah, I have," she responded. "I don't know if there are other characters here that have not seen me."
"Well, we do now!" a voice responded, causing her to look over her shoulder.
Behind her back was a furious spaceman, as there was a lady behind him, looking nervous as she had her right hand on his shoulder.
Behind the lady were other characters, as some does not look like they belong to the game she is in.
"Aw, sugar, honey, iced tea." she softly cursed, as the wrecker winced.
"Ralph, what is that?" he pointed at her, as she got up to her knees.
"Uh, well, uh." she stammered, as he got up close to her.
She does not feel comfortable about being in front of someone angry at her for no reason.
"'Uh' is not an answer," he growled, getting too close to her.
"Quasar!" the female snapped, grabbing his right wrist. "You leave her alone! She's scared!"
"So?! She does not belong in the arcade!" he snapped, turning his anger to her. "And she is a freak!"
Annoyed, she got up to her feet, about to correct him, when Ralph placed his left hand on her right shoulder.
"Quasar, she is not a freak," he spoke, reasoning with him. "She is a gamer that-"
"I know that!" he snapped, turning back to him. "Now get out of the way, wrecker and let me take care of this pest."
Sighing, she gently moved Ralph's hand from her shoulder and bravely stepped forward to Quasar.
He was taller than her, but she was not scared to back down.
"If you want me out of the arcade, then all you have to do is to hit me," she spoke, crossing her arms over her chest.
He huffed and roughly pushed Ralph aside, as he looked unsure about what is going to happen.
Quasar cracking his knuckles as Stephanie stood perfectly still at where she is, staring up at his eyes furiously.
"This is going to be easy." he grinned, as the Nicelanders came out to see what is going on, noticing Quasar about to punch her.
Before one of them could call out to him, he quickly launched a punch at her.
Expecting a punch and Stephanie toppling over, with a bleeding nose, a black eye, or missing teeth, she instead moved out of the fist's way, as he went forward.
He looked confused after she moved.
With her right leg, she tripped Quasar over from his movement, as he toppled on his front, giving out an "Oof!"
She smirked and repositioned her sweater, chuckling softly to herself.
"Now I know who always boss everyone around." she sighed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Holy mackerel!" Don gasped, as she glanced up at the Nicelanders, who were all gawking at her.
She blinked once in confusion, before lightly gasping, recognizing what she did.
Stephanie sheepishly chuckled, as the light neon pink blush appeared on her cheeks, including the tips of her ears.
While she was nervous, she put the tips of her first fingers together while looking away from the group.
But while she was distracted, Quasar quickly got up to his feet and about to grab her head, when she noticed him from the corner of the reflection of her glasses.
After she ducked from his grab, she turned on her heel towards her and quickly moved her feet into a kneeling position.
With her left hand, she rounded back and punched him hard in the gut, causing him to stop in his tracks.
He has both of his hands out in front of him, his face looked like he was slapped in the face.
Wincing came from all the characters, as some covered their eyes, some closed their eyes as others hissed through their teeth, as they watched the experience.
Quasar's face turned pale, as Stephanie moved her left hand from his middle, as he wobbled backward.
A fist-sized mark was left on his middle on his spacesuit, as he toppled back on the ground, while Stephanie got up from a kneeling position.
He groaned in pain as he wrapped his arms around his middle, curled into a ball.
"That's what you get for messin' with the wrong girl." she huffed, pushing a strand of hair from her face, as the blush on her face was gone, even after Quasar appeared from behind.
Hailey walked over to Stephanie, although she is scared that she might do the same to her, as she glanced over at her.
She flinched a bit, but relaxed when she noticed that she was not ready to make a fight.
"So, you said you are a gamer," she spoke, sounding a bit nervous. "How did you get in here?"
"And easily take down Quasar with one single punch?" Ralph asked, watching him as he rolled back and forth.
She sighed in annoyance and placed her right hand against her temple, as her left arm acted as a platform for her shoulder.
"This is going to be harder than what I thought…" she mumbled to herself.