The Nerd And The Troublemaker. (a Marcy Wu x oc book)

A Dangerous Loss...?

eheheheh, another chapter

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Nobody's POV:

Circe had walked up the stairs into the attic, which Ezra has effectively made her own -- judging by the punching bag in the corner, various weapons she managed to somehow learn to use, including a couple guns, the bandages littering a couple desks, and the bed, which is messier than the counter in the kitchen -- and knocks on the trapdoor leading into the attic, before opening the door and speaking.

"Ezra, it's 10 pm, when're you getting downstairs for dinner?" The old frog asks, narrowing her eyes at the blonde, who was busy punching the punching bag with bandages on her knuckles to protect them. Ezra notices Circe, and she hums with a shrug, dropping her arms. "You told me to train. I'm training."

"Yes, but you need to eat-"

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me." The tall teenager says with a shake of her head, before turning her attention back towards the punching bag, raising her hands and going back to training.

Circe sighs, but walks back downstairs, a little concerned about Ezra's recent behavior. She had commented on how they were getting kinda low on food a week ago, and Ezra has been barely eating since. It's worrying, especially considering they have enough food now.

"That kid concerns me..." The blue frog mumbles to herself, rubbing the back of her neck as she walks towards the dining table, taking the plate of food she set out for Ezra and setting it on the third last step of the stars so Ezra will hopefully see it.

Soon after, Circe retires downstairs, heading to bed after a few.

Ezra, however, ends up coming downstairs at about 2 am, noticing the plate of food on the steps. With a sigh, the blonde picks up the plate and sets it on the kitchen counter, still not feeling particularly hungry. Instead, she just gets a drink, before going back upstairs.

The next day, this same thing happens. Then the next, and the next-

Until finally, the day comes where Circe and Ezra are going to find the blonde's friends. Circe was busy loading a couple bags into a wagon the old frog apparently had, along with feeding the snail Circe also apparently had in the backyard. Guess that explains why she always left in the middle of the day for like, 25 minutes before returning-

Meanwhile, Ezra was silently sitting inside the wagon fiddling with a set of bandages on her arm from her being reckless. Again. Circe eventually walks into the wagon with a small huff, cracking her knuckles. "We're going to be setting off here soon. Anything else you want to do before so?"

The tall teenager looks up from her bandaged arm with a slight startled expression, before humming and awkwardly shaking her head. "No, I already got all my stuff in my bag." Circe grunts, before crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. "Already? Are you not bringing much?"

"No. I don't need much." Ezra says with a small smile and a shrug, before looking back at her bandaged arm, her smile fading. The old frog notices the blonde's silence, and she sighs, crossing her arms. "Alright. Uhm, holler if you need me." Circe mumbles, leaving the wagon and climbing onto the front, soon setting off.

Ezra, however, just sits in the back silently, listening as the wagon bumps across the work forest ground, staring out the round window beside where she was sitting. She silently watches trees roll past the window, crossing her arms.

She's had a bad feeling all day, and she nearly threw up because of it. She can't explain why, but she feels like something bad is going to happen soon...

Something that might just make her time in Amphibia, much, much harder.

It's a little while before anything interesting happens, but eventually, a small yelp can be heard from Ezra -- and Circe sighs, before climbing into the back of the wagon. "What's wrong back he-"