~Perspective: Anne ~

Anne fidgeted nervously. She should have been home over twenty minutes ago.

She glanced up at Sasha, who could tell the situation was getting a bit awkward.

"I really should get home, my parents are wondering where I am." Anne forced out before she could change her mind, and stood up to leave. Sasha opened her mouth to speak, and Anne looked away.

Please don't make me stay, Anne begged internally. Please just don't make me stay.

There was a moment of silence.

"...I suppose you wouldn't want to be grounded on your birthday."

Anne looked back at Sasha. She looked…a bit scared.

Was Sasha scared of losing control of her?

Was Sasha scared of losing her?

Anne decided to stop thinking about that. Sasha stood up and walked over to Anne.

"Come on," Sasha was, thankfully, calming down. "I'll come with you."

~Aw what a nice fic this seems to be! Too bad it won't stay this way hehehe~

It was a quite peaceful evening. The sky was turning a gorgeous color, it was still warm out, and very few people were outside. It was so relaxing the way the wind felt against her, the fresh airs' subtle warmth, that random unconscious girl in an alleyway-

Wait a minute.

Anne stopped and turned towards the alley, unsure if she imagined it or not.

"What are you-" Sasha started, her face becoming alarmed as she saw. "Oh my gosh."

"Is she okay?"

"Who is that?"

"I don't know."

Anne sprinted over to the girl, and checked for a pulse. The girl seemed to be fine, just…passed out in an alleyway.

Anne noticed her clothing.

She had some sort of armor-like clothing, and a black cloak overtop. She looked to be the same age as the two girls.

Anne's eyes moved to something.

A crossbow was attached to her right arm.

Anne looked at it, and was mildly curious. Was it real? She found herself running her finger along the arrow to check.

She pulled her hand back, blood emerging from a tiny cut in her fingertip.

Yep. That was very real.

She looked up to see Sasha investigating the girl from a distance. Anne honestly had forgotten about her for a moment.

"What is she wearing?"
Anne shrugged in a "why are you asking me?" way.

The girl flinched, and her eyes slowly fluttered open. She began adjusting to a sitting position.

Her eyes widened at the realization that she wasn't alone, and she backed further into the alley.

"I-it's okay, we're not gonna hurt you." Anne awkwardly stuttered.

The girl perked up, suddenly realizing something. "You-you guys are like me!"

She rose to her feet at an incredible speed, and immediately tripped and fell back onto the ground. She returned to the sitting position.

"Oh! Uh, I'm Marcy!" The girl-Marcy, chirped. "I've always wanted to meet people like me! But it's always been too dangerous. Well, I guess it's safer than staying back home now…" Marcy looked down pensively, and Anne realized that her face was stained with dried tears.

The poor thing had been crying.

"Do..you have a home? Some place to go?" Anne asked sympathetically."

Marcy looked around. "No..not here anyways."

"I..suppose you could stay with me," Anne said, it coming out sounding more like a question. "If you want to, that is!"

"You're going to adopt her?" Sasha sounded shocked, to nobody's surprise. "Aren't your parents going to kill you for that?"

"I've brought weirder things home."

Anne helped Marcy stand up. Aside from scraped knees and a scratch on her arm, Marcy seemed to be unharmed.

They all decided it had been a crazy day, and went home.

~ children are bonding :3 Yeah I started out super fluffy…my plans are to change that though ~

Anne showed Marcy to her new room. They were both exhausted, and happy to be going to sleep.

Marcy immediately collapsed on the floor, asleep.

Anne didn't blame her, she herself was worn out from everything that happened, especially explaining to her parents why she brought a 13-year old girl she found on the street back home.

Anne could barely remember stumbling to her bed before passing out.

The next few days were spent mostly filling Marcy in on what this world was like, enrolling her in school, and her learning about Anne (and vice versa).

"This is the library," Anne explained. "Y'know, where all the books are."

"Woah," Marcy's eyes widened. "There's so many!"

She dashed around, grabbing anything she found might be interesting. The stack was twice her height before she was even halfway done.

"Uh, you might not want to carry so much-" Anne caught a handful of books before they fell to the ground.

Marcy set the absurdly large stack of books and began reading. Anne could tell that she was enjoying getting this much information.

Marcy flipped through a fictional book-a fairytale. To Anne's complete surprise, Marcy burst out laughing.

"This is so inaccurate!"

"W-what?" Anne seemed confused. "Uhm, yeah, they're not real."

"I know that," Marcy chuckled. "It's just-if they have magic, why haven't they figured out technology yet? They don't even have robots!"

"It takes place in medieval times, why would it have robots?"

"They should be able to figure that out with the type of magic they have. It's the basics."

Marcy closed the book and put it back on the shelf. She grabbed Anne's arm and gestured towards the door.

"Come on. I'm gonna tell you a real story."

*end of chapter*

~ Marcy: So there's this place where everything is either trying to kill you or a sentient frog-
Anne: What did I just get myself into ~

Editors' note: Hi….The characters are only getting less and less in character from here…sorry. This is the first fic to ever leave my mind and make it to somewhere in reality, so…it's not gonna be great. I would love some constructive criticism, anything actively rude or inappropriate will not be tolerated, and I will summon a fireplace to stalk you in your sleep. Have a nice day! :)