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

A Backstabbing Worthy of Mentioning.

I am running off two hours of sleep and a couple pieces of old cantaloupe
and three pieces of cheesecake
and cheese sticks
whilst listening to the same Darcy playlist over and over

h e l p  m e.

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Nobody's POV:

It's been a couple days in this town -- which Circe and Ezra have learned that it's called 'Mud Town' for some god known reason -- and it's been quite...eventful?

There have been so many attempts of people (or frogs ig) trying to break into Circe and Ezra's house, to which they're always yeeted away by Circe sending them flying with a spell.

Currently, Ezra was sitting in the house alone while Circe was off doing whatever, the old frog didn't fill her in. The blonde was sitting upside down on the couch, her arms -- or arm -- crossed over her chest.

With a yawn, she rolls off the couch, sitting face first on the ground for a few minutes, before standing up and stretching, her back cracking from the movement. She walks towards the bathroom of the house, crouching to be able to wash off her face. Considering the sink and mirror were fuckin' short since the house was made for frogs, not humans.

When she looks up at herself in the mirror, she blinks in confusion, her eyes narrowing. "What the...Since when were my pupils like that?" She mumbles to herself, leaning closer to the mirror to look at her pupils, which are slits, oddly enough.

And that's also when she noticed her canines being pointy when she spoke, and she made an even more confused expression. "Okay, what am I, a furry?-" The tall teenager mumbles sarcastically, but she stands up and leaves the bathroom nevertheless, poking one of her new pointy teeth with a finger.

"I wonder if I leave marks if I bite something... Should I bite my hand?-"

Ezra's small 'talking to self session' as she calls it is soon interrupted by Circe coming home, and she's quick to walk over. "Circe, look!-" She says, before pointing at her teeth, to which Circe looks at her with confusion. "Are humans teeth normally that pointy?"

"I mean, some people just have naturally sharp teeth, but I never did. Until now-" The tall blonde says, watching Circe walk over towards the living room table and set down a small bag. "What's that?" She asks, tilting her head in curiosity, walking over towards the bag and attempting to look inside. "Your new prosthetic, Harrison finished it sooner than expected."

Ezra perks up at the old frogs words, and she quickly digs into the bag, eventually pulling out a metal arm. "Damn, this looks weirdly close to a normal prosthetic from my world." She comments, raising an eyebrow as she narrows her eyes at the prosthetic in her hand. (her good hand, duh)

After some struggling, she manages to figure out how to put it on, and she slowly moves her fingers. "Woaw, this is weird." The teenager mumbles, before poking Circe's side, who glares at her. "Hehe." She snickers, before digging into her backpack for a moment, grabbing a couple cans of spray paint that she just randomly has in her bag.

"You got used to not having an arm surprisingly quickly." Circe comments, and Ezra shrugs, taking to paint the prosthetic. "I've always been like that. I just adapt to situations easily." The blonde responds, pushing some of her hair behind her ear to get it out of her face.

~timeskip to later in the day. (let's get to some trauma, shall we? :3)~

Ezra was walking around Mud Town, her jacket-cardigan thingy covering her arms, including her prosthetic, just because she doesn't feel like showing it off yet. Though, she pauses when she sees smoke coming off the roof of a nearby house, and she narrows her eyes.