"My vibes aren't the same as your groove!"-The Emperors new groove/school oc fic

The jungle floor does not make a good bed.

The series finale ended for the second time that week. With a slight groan, I closed my laptop, briefly looking at the time; 11:56 pm. "Wow..." I muttered aloud, "This current hyper-fixation is really hyper-fixationing..."

I swung my legs off the bed, my joints making various noises of disapproval, and stumbled to the light switch. My room was basked in darkness with the flick of the switch, well obviously, that's what light switches do. My sarcastic inner monologue, always ruining the mood. I gave it a mental middle finger and collapsed back into my bed.

After the usual tossing and turning, and resisting the urge to reopen my laptop for the sixth time, I finally fell asleep. My sleep was far from peaceful, but I was used to it, it was difficult to get my brain to shut up, even while I was sleeping. I could have sworn I heard a swooshing sound, the kind that you hear when the train doors close, but I just assumed it was the wind blowing through the gap in my window again. I began to have a really weird, almost lucid dream. I was in a small dark space, a box maybe? Whatever I was in, was then on some sort of rickety ass carriage that was speeding, because me and my box were being thrown around. My eyes adjusted to the dark and I saw that I was dressed in what looked to be a Disney Princess type of dress. The carriage must have hit a bump because I smashed my head into the box and was knocked out.

That was a weird dream... Why am I half awake now? It's really cold in here, did I leave the window open again?

I grumbled, turning to my right to try and shut the window without opening my eyes, hopefully, I wouldn't knock something over. But instead of my hand caressing my cold bedroom wall to find the window, my hand hit nothing and I faceplanted "my bed".

I could feel the confused look on my face, it felt more exaggerated than usual. "What the f-" My complaints trailed off as I opened my eyes.

What surrounded me was certainly not my bedroom. Actually, no room surrounded me, as I was seemingly in the fucking forest or other heavily wooded area. I bit back a scream, tucking my legs to my chest, my eyes wildly scanning the trees. My thoughts were so loud, so eclectic, it was a wonder that they weren't somehow being broadcasted to everyone and everything in a five mile radius.

"Okay..." I whispered shakily to myself, "Uhm..." I was desperate to try and voice my thoughts in a way that I could make sense of them.

"M-Maybe... Maybe I suddenly started sleepwalking and ended up in the woods?" I was bullshitting, and I knew it. I have never slept walk in my life, nor have I ever spoken in my sleep. Not to mention, I wouldn't have been able to exit my house without alerting my parents.

All my thoughts suddenly agreed on one line of thinking. "Oh my god, I've been abducted. And they've taken me to the woods to murder me." I tried my hardest not to cry, but that's a little hard to do when you are riddled with severe anxiety.

My eyes adjusted to the dark a little better and, despite my panic, I noticed that something was off. I shakily got to my feet and walked closer to one of the trees. It was... animated? Not to mention that my comfy pyjamas had been replaced with the weird princessy dress from my "dream".

I am used to my hyper-fixations altering what I see when my eyes are closed, or the voices I hear in my head, but it had never gotten this bad.

"Okay... Okay... This is... Definitely not okay, but maybe if I say the word enough times I'll feel okay..." I said to myself, walking back to the middle of the clearing I woke up in.

I looked up at the sky, my anxiety unmoving upon seeing the also animated night sky. The fear I felt in every inch of my being heightened once my ears picked up a nearby rustling. My head whipped around to where the noise was coming from, my body trembling in anticipation. "You know, maybe I was abducted and I was drugged and that's why everything looks funny, and now they've come back to murder me for real..." My brain rattled on, the words moving at the speed of light.

The rustling got closer, and closer, until the cause popped out of the tree line.

"Oh, it's just a squirrel..." I laughed awkwardly, "Hi squirrel." My voice was shaking as I greeted the little creature, although I wasn't quite sure why I was greeting the thing, it can't speak English... I hope, that is quite literally the last thing I need right now, an English speaking squirrel.

I was correct in thinking the squirrel couldn't speak English, but it was definitely trying to communicate with me, by squeaking and chittering.

My eyes widened in shock, but at least I now understood where I was, and it definitely wasn't the real world.

"Oh my god..." I laughed in disbelief, "No way... That's, No... I'm hallucinating for sure..."

The squirrel hopped closer to me, I resisted the urge to back away from it. "Hey little guy... If you can understand me at all, please, please, take me to civilisation?" Was I seriously asking a squirrel for help?

The squirrel tilted its head the same way a dog does when it is trying to hear you better, before nodding and chittering some more. It beckoned me with its little paw and I followed.

"This is insane... There is just no way I was transported to a goddamn cartoon, there is no way... Maybe I'm dreaming... It's just a very very lucid dream... Yeah... I'm just dreaming..." I rambled on as I followed the little critter through the trees.

I pushed huge leaves out of my face and stepped over twisted root systems, praying to god that at any moment I would wake up in my bed.

We reached a little stream and the squirrel hopped over it, turning to wait for me. Instead I gazed down at my reflection intensely. I was still me, but it wasn't. My face no longer had the proportions of a regular human face, instead what stared back at me was an cartoon girl. The girl had long dark blonde hair, in said hair sat a... tiara? Her eyes were just black pupils, no coloured iris. I held a hand to my face, and the girl in my reflection did too. I was the weirdly dressed girl wearing a tiara.

I was actually inside a cartoon. The very same cartoon I had just finished watching for the fifth time that month.

I couldn't keep my mental breakdown at bay any longer and I began screaming and wailing, louder than I'd ever screamed before. My screams echoed through the mountains, waking many village people from their slumbers.

My legs gave out and I fell to the dirt, where I continued to completely breakdown. To be honest, I wasn't upset or anything, I was mainly just tired and very confused. Being transported to a cartoon, especially one of my favourites, was a very cool thing. I just couldn't appreciate it in that moment.

If I'm being honest, I will also admit, crying and screaming like that? Embarrassing... But, imagine being in my shoes... I mean, I don't think your regular human feet would fit in the shoes I was wearing at that moment, but you get my point.

Anyway, the family living on the nearest hilltop, yes, that family, on that hilltop, heard my breakdown and, being the incredible people they are, they began searching for me.