~editors' note: Hi! Sorry this took so long. Hopefully chapter 3 will be out sooner than this one was, but I'm not actually sure. Anyways, enjoy my..uhm…interesting writing~
"Marcy, you're not allowed to take weapons to school."
Marcy glared at Anne as she snuck her crossbow into her backpack. "They won't know. I'm pretty good at hiding this stuff. Besides, what if something attacks us?"
"Why would something attack us?"
Marcy didn't answer.
Marcy thoroughly enjoyed the first day of school. She spent the entire day telling facts, most of which made the teachers surprised at how much she knew. Sometimes, however, they just gave her weird looks, depending on the context.
The bell rang, and Marcy let out a small sigh of frustration as she shoved her things into her new backpack. "You'd think with how much I showed I already knew about everything, they wouldn't give me so much homework."
"That's kind of what you get for enrolling suddenly in the middle of the school year." Anne half-mumbled half-chuckled, packing up her own stuff.
"I mean I guess it's better to enroll in the middle of the year than to wait…any…longer…" Tears started rolling down Marcys' cheek as she choked out the words.
"Woah, woah, Marcy, it's okay," Anne ran to Marcys' side to comfort her. "You're safe now, from…whatever was hurting you." Anne wasn't doing as good of a job comforting her as she'd hoped.
"But-but I'm not!" Marcy snapped. "Anne, I lost the box. I dropped it when I went into the portal. They can still find me." Marcys' shaky voice was in a whisper.
Anne looked Marcy in the eyes. "Marcy, if anything tries to come after you, I will make sure it can't even come seven and one third feet away from you."
Marcy laughed. "That's an oddly specific number."
Anne smiled. "...Although you do realize I have no idea what you were talking about…"
"I know."
They both stood there for a moment.
Anne had to admit, she was worried about Marcy. What happened to her? What is she so worried about? Anne started to doubt how much she could protect her.
How do we fix this? Can we fix this? What do-
Annes' thoughts were interrupted by a pair of arms wrapping around her.
Marcy was giving her a hug, and holding on tight.
"Thank you." Marcy whispered. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou."
"No problem." Anne choked. "Now let go before I suffocate."
~Angst is very fun to write…~
~ Perspective: Marcy ~
It had been a few hours since Marcy had that mental breakdown at school, and she had been feeling better…mostly. There were still those nagging doubts in her mind that knew she was in danger, and may never get out of it.
She scrolled through her new phone. It was a curious object, and Marcy had no intention of putting it down any time soon. Despite it not being as high-tech as she was used to, the simple box made good entertainment.
It just felt so nice.
Like a distraction.
From everything.
Like a way to slip out of any world, and into a place where no one could find her.
"Marcy, what have you been doing?" Anne said, grabbing her phone. "You've been on this thing for six hours."
Marcy rubbed her eyes. She hadn't been on her phone that long.
…right?
Anne checked the time. "Woah, it's late. We might wanna go to sleep if we want to get up in time for school tomorrow."
Marcy nodded.
~...it's so fun to write I'm doing some more!~
Marcy pushed deeper into the corner, tears streaming down her face as she shivered slightly.
It was almost two in the morning, and Marcy had given up trying to sleep a long time ago.
There was just too much to think about.
What if they find her?
…What if they hurt Anne?
What if they hurt other humans?
…Was she even a human? Or was she something else that looked similar?
"...Marcy?"
Marcy let out a squeak of surprise. She was not expecting to hear Anne.
Anne followed her voice and opened the cupboard door. "How did you fit in there?"
Marcy looked away. "I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep, I-"
"Marcy, it's okay." Anne helped Marcy out of the tiny cupboard space. "You wanna talk about it?"
Marcy sighed. "Maybe a little bit."
Although her words had started to become incomprehensible after a while, it felt nice to talk about it.
It was now four A.M, and Marcy finally started to calm down. She felt much better, and unbelievably tired.
She yawned, already half-asleep. Anne helped her back to her room, where Marcy collapsed on the ground, out cold.
Marcy awoke on the floor, and it took her a moment to remember why. The good news was, she was feeling much better. She caught a glance at the time.
Oh shoot. They were already an hour late for school.
Anne walked into the room. She was in her uniform, but otherwise didn't seem ready for school either.
"Hey, I, uhm, told our parents about last night, so that's why you didn't get woken up."
Marcy nodded. That made sense.
Anne sat down next to her. "Speaking of which, how are you doing?"
"Pretty good. Better than I was last night anyways."
Anne nodded with a smile. "I'm gonna finish getting ready."
"Okay." Marcy chuckled a little bit.
Anne closed the door behind her, and Marcy found herself staring at her own hands.
Our parents.
That…would mean…they'd be sisters.
It still felt too early to call them family, but Marcy smiled at the thought. She stood up to change into her uniform, feeling a small rush of excitement.
Our.
She wouldn't be alone here.
~there's your daily dose of fluff~
Anne and Marcy walked out of the school building. The day felt much shorter than it actually was, and Marcy felt a little hyperactive. She wanted to explore more. Learn more about this place.
Sasha walked up to them, keeping a bit of distance between her and Marcy. Marcy didn't blame her, considering they had barely met, despite Sasha being Anne's best friend.
"Hi Sash'." Anne gave her a friendly wave.
"Hey Anne." Sasha sounded so chill when she talked.
"We haven't hung out in a little while, huh? Not since we found Marcy, anyways." Anne was clearly implying that she was a little paranoid about growing apart.
Sasha pulled Anne to the side, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Look, Anne, I…I'm just not sure if I trust Marcy. We literally found her unconscious in an alley. We don't know how she got there!"
"Yeah, but she's kinda my sister now, and I trust her."
"I still can't believe you convinced your parents to take her in."
Marcy stopped listening. She didn't want to hear people fight over who she was or what she was doing.
"Fine, I'll work something out." Sasha mumbled stubbornly, and Marcy perked up, trying to hide the excitement on her face.
"Thank you!" Anne sounded both relieved and enthusiastic. "Marcy will not let you down."
"Wait, what?!"
~ oh yes cuz this will go well ~
"A…sleepover?"
"Yeah. It's where you go to someones' house and spend the night. It's really fun."
Marcy thought about this for a minute. She could always use more people to trust.
…But could she trust anyone?
She could trust Anne…
… ?
She shook the thoughts out of her head and looked back at her adopted sister.
She let anticipation take over her a little bit. "So what exactly are we doing there? Is it-"
Anne cut her off. "Well, you'll find out later tonight, remember?" She had a tiny hint of annoyance in her voice, but it was clear that she just wanted to help Marcy get used to her life here and bond with her. "I'm almost ready, how about you?"
"Well, considering I barely have any stuff, I finished a long time ago." Marcy replied, smiling.
It had been several hours since the sleepover started, and it was the middle of the night. Marcy admittedly had a pretty good time so far. She could tell Sasha was still a little on edge, but she was definitely warming up to her a little bit, although she would never admit it.
Marcy felt like Sasha was kind of controllative and inconsiderate, but nobody was perfect really, and Marcy knew about her own slightly annoying tendencies of ranting whenever something exciting entered her mind.
"Marcy?" Sasha mumbled as she slowly sat up. "What are you doing?"
Marcy turned. "Oh, uhm, hey." She stumbled. "I just…"
Had that nightmare that keeps recurring ever since I got here.
Am scared that I might lose control if I let my guard down.
Am scared that they might find me.
"...I'm..y'know, just, uhm…thinking. About…stuff."
Sasha looked a little skeptical. "Oh…kay…"
Marcy sighed. "Sorry. I..I'll go back to sleep." She lied. She had no plans of facing herself with those nightmares again.
Sasha nodded, clearly not convinced, but she seemed to be too tired to try to call her out. Sleep does that to you.
~ mEaNwHiLe iN aNoThEr DiMeNsiOn ~
~ Perspective: Sprig ~
"Hey, what's that?" Polly pointed to a glistening object in the near distance. They were a bit far from the village, and Sprig wasn't expecting anything special out here, and something catching Polly's eye was never a good sign. He also wasn't terribly happy with his little sister running towards an object that might do something awful.
"Polly, maybe you shouldn't touch that!"
"OH I'M TOUCHING IT!" Polly yelled, violently smacking the strange box repeatedly. Thankfully, it didn't seem to be doing anything.
Sprig caught up to his sister, who was still messing around with the box. He grabbed Polly, turning to head back. "Oooookay, time to go back home."
"This is mine now." Polly replied, trying to pick up the strange box.
"Polly-"
"Nope. Mine now."
It was clear that Polly really wanted the box, which was fair-the gems on it were pretty shiny.
Polly spent every free second fiddling with the box, mostly figuring out how to use it as a weapon.
So far, there was no sign of anything weird about the box, but Sprig was sure there was something…off about it. Which, now that Sprig thought about it, was probably the reason Polly was so invested in it. She was probably hoping to unleash some unspeakable evil. Polly was like that sometimes.
~ Editor's note: I probably wrote the characters wrong half the time sorry…
Also I think it's gonna stop being so fluffy in chapter 4
Anyways, have a nice day! ~