The Out-Cast. ||TDROTI(TDR) AU

°2||Ghosting

Mike jolted awake as his surroundings flashed in color to follow suit with his movement as the sound of Brick's old alarm rang loudly. He remembered the thing all too well.

Grabbing at the pieces of wood to his side he peered over the edge of the newly camper-ridden raft. His heart sank as he observed the seafloor deep, dipping into a trench.

A wave of vertigo hit him as he stumbled to his feet, practically crashing into Zoey.

"No! Chris must've set us adrift after we went to sleep-! Woah! Easy there, Mike." She quickly lowered her tone to a calmer one as Mike nodded his head in apology. He could practically feel the waves crashing at shore.

"Yeah. Wait, I don't remember anything after dinner..." Scott theorized.

"Dinner! That's it!" Cameron yelped, quickly giving the group a short explanation.
"Turkey makes you sleepy. So mutant turkey must've knocked us out cold! Genius!"

Anne Maria furrowed her eyebrows, her hand reaching over to tug at the skin on her wrist. Her eyes unfocused as she paced around slightly, a shiver running through her as her wrist began to burn. She gasped, her pupils constricting as she yelled, "Oh what the fu-!" Blood coated her hands as she held them out in a diffusing manner, observing the spreading of the jet black pigmentation up her arms rapidly clawing its way up her limbs.

"Uh! Guys-?!" Anne Maria called to her frozen friend, which in turn caused Zoey to grab her hands and pull them close to her heart. "I-Its gonna be alright Anne Maria! We'll figure it out.."

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"Lightning wins the Super Bowl! Yeah!" Lightning mumbled in his sleep, Jo growled as she paced around the rat's raft.

"Wakey, wakey, Muscle Mouth!" She barked as she kicked the jock off of the raft sending him into the water, awaking the used-to-be blonde to stand up at the splash.

"Whoa! What? Wha...? Where'd the cabin go!?" He exclaimed, breaching the surface of the water and wading by hanging onto the side of the raft.

"Great. Now we're gonna be some stupid shark's dinner." Scott hissed under his breath as Mike seemed to analyze his behavior before he muttered out, "Hands..."

"Eh-?"

"Scott your hands are webbed."

The ginger boy froze up at the sight of eyes on him as he quickly looked down at his hands. Thick grayish pink webbing spread between his fingers as he flexed out his hand.

Flipping it over he could see jet black claws jutting out from his fingernails.
"Oh sh-" he muttered under his breath before Mike chuffed out an exhale. He could barely think straight or stand up correctly as his focus went elsewhere.

Blinking Manitoba took front and stumbled a bit. "Take it easy, kid-" he muttered to the body, he looked up from his stupor and glanced around. "What-?" He asked in a hiss. Cameron quickly diverted Manitoba to the side of the raft despite Zoey's confusion of being shoved into the water.

"What's going on?" The adventurer asked, kneeling down to whisper to the boy.

"WH-y are you here? I thought you only fronted when-"