AN: Yes, this fic will have Percy Jackson chapter titles. I'm a person of many fandoms, what can I say?
Sasha couldn't help but feel pleased with herself as she watched Anne enter the thrift shop. Good. She mused. That kid needs a confidence boost more than any of us. True, Anne was a total sweetheart and possibly the nicest person alive. But she's irritatingly adherent to the rules. You tell her what to do, and she does it. Sasha was just...giving her a little nudge in the right direction so she can make her own decisions. The right ones. She'd apologize for being harsh later on with some ice cream, if Anne was still upset about her words, she supposed. But her brunette friend tended to bounce back fairly quickly, and wasn't particularly bright. Sasha doubted she'd even remember their little altercation by the time she came out of that store. Sasha chuckled a little and turned to her side. To her right, per usual, was Marcy.
The shorter girl seemed to be lost in thought. She was rocking on her heels and rapidly tapping her fingers to the sides of her legs, a fidget Sasha recognized to be of the nervous sort. Her green eyes darted around, but didn't seem to really be looking at anything in particular, as though she was searching for attackers in the shadows.
"Yo, Marbles, you good?"
"Hm? What? O-oh, yeah, I'm fine," Marcy wouldn't meet her eyes. "A little anxious," she added after.
"Huh. Well, there's really nothing to be worried about. This is an in-and-out mission. I mean, you've shoplifted plenty of times," she ignored how her friend's expression darkened at that. "She can handle it. Just calm down, man. Take deep breaths or whatever." She shrugged and turned back to the window with an eye roll. "C'mon, Boonchuy. You got this... " she could just make out the willowy girl through the foggy glass. The bell on the door sounded loudly as Anne exited into the street, huffing and sweating profusely. She looked like she would start crying at any moment.
"Hah! See? That wasn't so hard!" Sasha said triumphantly as Anne hesitantly pulled an ornate music box from her backpack. She punched her friend's shoulder lightly--not noticing the brunette's sharp flinch at the contact. "Let's head up to the old playground to open it. I saw a cop car a while back and, well, we don't want to get caught. What do you say, Marce?"
"Y-yeah. Let's get outta here." Marcy's voice was quiet, and trembled a little. She seemed to be reigning in her breathing so that she wasn't full-on hyperventilating. Her anxiety attack had definitely worsened, but Sasha guessed that it had something to do with their current environment. It was the most obvious reason (and the most convenient).
"Are you expecting a fuckin' rabbit to pop out of it or something?" Sasha grumbled. "Open it, for god's sake. Maybe there's money in it." Anne nodded quickly and knelt on the wood chips of the playground, curving her shoulders around the box as if to sheild it from prying eyes. Sasha and Marcy crouched on either side of her, anticipation and dread weighing like lead in their stomachs. Anne took a deep breath, and with a "here goes", lifted the lid.
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There was a blinding white light.
Then utter darkness. Darkness, but not silence. If she strained her ears, Marcy could hear soft ambient sounds over the shrill ringing. The wind whistling. Rustling leaves. The quiet melody of a distant cicada...wait. Cicadas? It's the middle of the May! Her eyes shot open and she sat up in the mud. Blinking the blurriness from her gaze, she turned to survey her surroundings. The sight that awaited her she knew she'd never forget.
Marshy wastland extended for miles on all sides. Giant carp swam in the pockets of dirty water, and unnaturally tall cattails extended like claws towards the cloudy sky. Far away, she could hear the crying of an unfamiliar avian creature. The whole thing smelled of burning garbage.
It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever laid eyes on.
"It worked..." she whispered, a smile tugging at her lips. The ball of tension in her stomach loosened. Then, realization struck her like a bolt of lightning. She was alone.
Marcy got to her feet and started trudging around the barren hell before her. Mud sucked at her sneakers and soaked into her socks. The watery sun beat down from above. Panic lodged like a rock in her throat. All the while screaming her friends' names. After what seemed like an eternity, a pale arm broke out from the ground behind her with a rather disgusting squelching sound. Then, the rest of the figure's body came to the surface, covered head-to-toe in mud. "FUCK!" Sasha shouted, gripping the side of her head. "SHIT, THAT HURTS! AND I'M COVERED IN SHIT, TOO! Fucking typical..."
"Sasha!" Marcy cried, tackling her blonde friend in a hug. "God, you scared me, you moron!" Sasha laughed and hugged back. She chose to ignore how her face was heating up. Now was not the time for her stupid crush. "Where are we?" she asked instead. Marcy's face lit up for the first time in a long time (Sasha kind of missed it) and helped her to her feet. "I think we're in some kind of parrallel universe, or alternate dimension, or something!" Sasha found that a little hard to believe, but let Marcy continue. God, she was just...such a good friend. The best friend. She deserved a big reward when they got home. Maybe a car. "The flora and fauna here seem biologically similar to that of Earth, but slightly different. Everything's so much bigger! And it's kind of strange that in this whole swamp, I haven't seen a single amphibian--"
"STAY WHERE YOU ARE, BEASTS!"
AN: Ok, so...first chapter! I didn't proof-read this, so i guess just forgive any gramatical or spelling errors, alright? Cool beans. The next chapter will probably be up this weekend, but there'll be no updates next week. School stuff. Toodles!
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