Birds of a Feather (Marcy x reader)

Chapter 4: The Night Guard

Y/N's pov

"Hey Ray-ray!" A very enthusiastic Marcy called, waving furiously at me

It's been a few days since she landed in Amphibia. We've grown a lot closer, since I'm her guide and need to make sure she's settling in well and isn't getting into danger and stuff. It's kinda just her talking about her many  interests, and me listening. I do enjoy it though, she's a really nice person and its nice to have another human around that talks about things back home. Though, it seems to be a bittersweet topic for the both of us, I could hear the sadness in her voice every time she mentions Earth, and well, I'm also a bit homesick. After all, I haven't been home in what, 2 years?

"Hey Marcy, how's it going?" I say, giving a small wave back, starting to head towards, nowhere in particular, but starting the walk around the city.

"Oh, just great! Have you seen the new bridge I built?! King Andrias was very impressed, I mean, I did finish it way ahead of schedule, as the President, and sole member, of the Saint James Middle School Young Architects' Fellowship, I'm just happy to help! Plus they built me a statue, so that's enough repayment without the free shelter and food. The architecture and history of this place is incredible!" She gushed.

A/N: Marcy's voice is so hard to recreate while writing dialogue lmao. She uses this sing-song voice that you can't use anything to represent and need to like, add the tiny descriptions between lines. Also, am I the last person to know that Marcy is technically canonically autistic? And that sing-song aspect of her voice is a sign of autism. Ok, I'll get back to the story now 😅.

And this is what i was talking about, it's like there's an endless stream of words literally flowing from her mind and out of her mouth! Is this like, normal? Or am I just used to keeping my mouth shut at home? So I just don't express myself as much? Nah, she's just eccentric. 

 "Oh! And check out this huge golden credit card Lady Olivia gave me! Wow who are those guys?!" She said, instantly distracted by a group of cool newts dressed in dark cloaks passing by us.

"Oh, that's the Newtopian Night Guard. They're an elite unit of our best warriors who go on the hardest missions and stuff. I've seen them around a lot, been to their "secret" base, trained them and trained with them, so eh." I replied apathetically. "They basically do what I do, except they needed to pass some test to get in, work in a group, and y'know, different names and different uniforms."

She stood there, frozen, still gaping at the guards in awe.

I sighed, "Come on, Marce, people are staring."

Grabbing her wrist, I dragged her down an empty alley. We were getting enough stares just by being two humans, no need to draw more attention. Plus, these situations make me uncomfortable, so I just did the most logical thing that came to mind. Ok, there may have been a better way, but anyways.

"Hey Ray-ray? Could you pleeeeaaaaase take me to their HQ??" Marcy pleaded, giving her best puppy-dog eyes.

"Cute," I say without emotion, "I can tell that you're really psyched and probably want to join, so no. It's dangerous, and you broke your leg ten seconds after worping in here." I refused to let my client and  only other human and only friend my age get herself killed under my watch, much less in the first month.

"Pffft, of course not! That's just-" she started, obviously lying.

"You're terrible at lying and you know it."

"I know, but it's just one little visit! I promise I won't touch anything," she reasoned, but obviously sensing my skepticism from my crossed arms, she added, very reluctantly "or ask to join, or ask anything about the requirements to join."