Universe Of Madness

The Fallout (Quite Literally):

Rylie POV:

I didn't mean for this whole mess to start. And frankly, the last time it did, I got an awesome best friend out of it. But clearly as I watched this teenage boy (or creature, I can't tell) falling out of the wishing well portal, screaming frantically "OWWIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!", I figured my luck hadn't been as fortunate this time. His body sprawled out, his thin-framed glasses cracked over on the pavement, his breath hissing in pain; it was all quite dramatic actually. His back made a horrifying cracking sound I'd never heard in all 15 years of my life, and his unusually-shaped cowlick bounced back on his raven haired head at an alarming speed as he sat up. 

"Ew, Ew, Ew" I shook my head in horror. I'm almost sorry that I let that slip now, but you wouldn't be able to stop yourself in my position too.

The boy looked around, dazed, and I noticed a black line like a lightning bolt above his left eyebrow, almost like that earthling book... Henry Porter or something. Brody used to tell me stories about earthling books. He doesn't talk about earth so much anymore. Maybe he outgrew it. But I still remain ever-intrigued about the mysteries of earth. Something tells me that it's time to let go of this obsession if teenage boys falling through portals is the outcome. The boy looks kind of our age, but again, it's hard to tell, he's extremely tiny.

The boy mutters something to himself that I can't seem to make out, and his eyes widen like saucers when he finally puts his glasses back on and the world presumably is less blurry now. Honestly. The stupid wishing well can't work for one time, just to fulfill my curiosity. I wave my arm frustratedly at the air in front of me, and I feel my palm hit something squishy. A girl, again the same age appearing, with long, dark brown hair tumbles out of the portal, just at the moment my annoyance causes me to lash out.

"OWWWWWW!" She screams. Jeez, these earthlings don't have thick skin.

"Damn, sorry," I mumble distractedly. Well, this plan has been a fail. Now I kind of wish Brody had been here to admonish me about using the wishing well for the multiverse purposes. Too bad I avoided him at all costs to fulfill this... weird obsession. 

The girl looks up with her big blue eyes, letting her pupils expand as she took in the world around her. Then, caressed her cheek with her hand disbelievingly. A small hand shaped welt was starting to form on her red cheek, and I prayed it wouldn't get any worse, for her sake and mine. She looked up at me expectantly, as though waiting for an explanation, or any sort of indication as to what was going on. Shoot, I need to find a distraction.

"Umm..." I sputter uselessly. "Come with me... I can explain." 

When they both don't move, I decide earthlings are officially in need of some... brain cells. So I grab their shirt collars, yank them up, and drag them both over to my front lawn on the side of the town square(technically circle), and that's when they get the memo and start to walk.(Actually, they were choking on their shirt collars, but that's unimportant business.)

We all walk over to my giant mushroom of a house (no, it's literally a poisonous mushroom.) In all it's purple and white toxic glory, I open the wooden front door,  and let my unsuspecting guests inside. My pet, Rex, jumps out at them, and they recoil, confused rather than freaked out. Rex is a fire blob. It's not as disturbing as it sounds, I promise. He's got long flame tentacles, and a body flame the size of a tiny campfire. He says a lot of random stuff. "Wikipedia", "abbreviations", and "turbulation" include some of his favourite words. 

I'm glad the earthlings are acting somewhat calm enough for me too in this situation, because I am FREAKING OUT. I should have listened to Rex and Brody, because now I have these two nincompoops on my hands. Seriously, I think the girl is admonishing "Tyler", she calls him, about his nose picking habits.

I must visibly shudder, because they both look at me in confusion, big humanoid eyes staring into my demonic soul. It's honestly terrifying. I've never been stared at like this, and it's kind of creeping me out. But, you know, half of the things I say on here are probably not as dramatic or demonic as I make them sound. I just have that filter that turns everything kind of miserable. Eh, what can you do?

"S-sorry." I shrug. It's the first time I've seen anyone without a tail, or a thing coming out of their head(I don't think cowlicks count???), or just any mystical creature attribute. I'm honestly kind of bewildered by their lifestyle already.

"Who are you and where are we." The girl demands confrontationally, less of a question.

"Rylie Spearsworth," I say, reluctantly answering her questions. "And you are in another universe."

"Yes, I know that," Collecting herself, she starts over. "Sorry, I'm not usually this... uncooperative, it's just, this whole situation is kind of.. bizarre." She huffs out a bit of air trying to calm herself, and her bangs flip up a little.

"And who do I have the pleasure of talking to?" I ask, unimpressed with the good-girl.

"Marnie Sparrow." She smiles genuinely now, teeth and all. "And the nerd here, is Tyler."

Marnie seems cool. She's wearing an off the shoulder pink sweater, skinny jeans, and vans shoes. Tyler, on the other hand, looks like a cheap Walmart rip-off of young Daniel Radcliff in the first Henry Porter movie. Before the glow-up.(Hey, at least I remember the actors name!!!) He's got the same glasses, same scar(although that looks a suspicious amount like permanent marker), and he's wearing a puke orange 'Totally Tubular' tee-shirt. He watches me suspiciously, as if I'm going to sneak attack him. It would frankly be very funny; he seems easy to jump scare.

I snap out of my inspecting trance, and look up.

"Okay, you know what, it's almost sundown, and you guys are probably tired; I'll show you guys to your bed and explain what's going on in the morning." I instruct carefully.

"Okay," Marnie nods, unsure this is the right thing to do in the situation, but she can't seem to come up with any other plan, so she nods again to confirm it. "You aren't kidnapping us?"

"Nope," I laugh at her conspiracy theory. "If I wanted to kidnap you, you'd be in a potato sack already. With tape over your mouths and handcuffs over your wrists."

Marnie stifles a laugh, and Tyler raises a hand with big, sparkling eyes.

"Yes, Tyler," I purse my lips, a little weary of how he appears to be excited.

"Is this Hogwarts?" He says 'Hogwarts' in a British accent.

"No," I groan, unsure of what that even means.

And with further questions held for tomorrow, I lead them up the stairs, and let them get sleep (Marnie complains about having to share a bed with Tyler and his odd sleeping habits.)

Even though, all in all they seem pretty nice, this universe is no place for them. They don't belong here, and I need to get them home.

Because this universe isn't a home. It's no place for a normal life, and it's no place for earthlings.

(Tyler is yet to be determined '-')