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RATS IN PARIS: MARTYN/REN

Martyn fell face first in the sands of.. where was he? He took a second to recollect his thoughts as he shakily stood up. First things first, hes a rat again. Not something he was looking forward too—and hes forgotten a lot of his.. 'rat abilities', as he liked to call them.

Second thing, where in gods name is he? He realized he was in the same clothes as the first time. Being this small and missing an eye was scary, to say the least. "Doc," He began, clearing his throats. He forgot that he squeaked now, "Where am I?" He looked up at the sky. He felt a ding in his pocket and checked his device.

"Good luck getting to Paris."

"Oh, haha." He frowned, "Youre so funny. How am I supposed to get to paris when Im not even sure where I am?!" He squeaked angrily as he stood up. He rubbed his eye, just irritating it, and tried to spot a sign or something. Can he read? He can't remember. Its best to try.

Scanning the beach, he noticed there were a lot of people around. Humans. He sighed mentally and wandered if he could anger them, they would speak. That would help hom understand the language. He took a second to position himself on all fours and ran towards a woman sunbathing on a towel.

He jumped on her chest, immediately receiving yelling. She screamed at him to 'get lost, filthy rat' in an.. uhh.. american accent? This is what he gets for never studying accents. Is that a normal thing to do? The lady called security over, and he scampered into the sand to hide.

"This is ridiculous! I was told this was the cleanest beach in Canada! A disgusting, dirty, rat just crawled on me!!" She scolded the guard. Canada. He was in canada. How is he supposed to get to Paris?! Hell, How is he supposed to get to Europe?!

When hes done with this world, Docs never going to hear the end of it. He felt something heavy over his hiding spot and quickly scampered away. They were trying to step on him.. not at all fun. As he was running, he saw half of a tennis ball lying in the sand. He turned towards it and hopped inside of it, praying he would loose the person.

He did. While he was in hiding, he noticed the Tennis ball was intact for the most part! He slowly peaked out of the ball before crawling out of it and dragging it towards the water. If he can remember a map, not that he really does, he knows that Canada and France are right across from each other! He just hopes hes at the right spot. He threw the tennis ball into the water and quickly jumped into it. He sat up so he can see around and smiled. He was going to France!!

Ever since he was young—and actually in the real world, Paris was always a place he wanted to go to. He would beg his parents to take him one day. He even studied French! Of course, like all childhood dreams, it faded when he was in highschool. Being so focused on work and his jobs, he barely had time to even think about going anywhere other than his home city. When he got trapped in the Datastream, he had a lot more time to think.

He was only, what, 19, 20? He was so close to moving out of his parents house. Just a penny away. Of course he thrown in random games to fight evil corporations. When he wasn't fighting, that was when he would think about what he would do when he got out. During those times, the desire to go to France popped back into his mind. And it was happening!! Paris! France!!

He was snapped out of his thoughts when the ball almost flipped over. The waves. He forgot about those. He looked over the side and tried to paddle back to land, but the more he leaned, the more the ball flipped. He couldnt even control it, the waves were too strong. He curled up at the bottom of the ball in fear and looked at the sky. It was going to rain soon. Oh no. Started panicking. He had no food, no way to get to land, and it was going to rain.

He was going to die.

He was going to die in some stupid game as a rat. Of course. And its all Docs fault for not just dropping him off at Paris. He shut his eyes from exhaustion. If he was going to die, he would rather be asleep. It would be painless. Luckily for him, he fell asleep with ease.

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He woke back up to something tugging at his arm. His eyes shot open as he was pulled into the air and thrown into a box, "Where am I?!" He spat out without thinking. There was a rat in front of him. The rat seemed to be wearing red clothing and sunglasses? Odd.

"Greeting, Young Rat!! I am Captain Jaque Levy Larat!!" He had an accent. A strong one at that. Not American or British.

"Sorry- Captain- Ja- jack- jaque- Levi- Levy Le rat?" He questioned back. Was he supposed to know how to say that? If this guy expected him too, he would be wrong.

"Captain Jaque Levy Larat," He didn't emphasize his accent as much that time, "But you can call me your new Captain!" He smiled brightly. "What is your name, Little rat?"

'I am not a little rat,' "Mratyn Nibblewood. Most call me Martyn." He sat up. Honestly, Martyn considered himself a tall rat. Maybe he wasn't all that big compared to this guy. Hell, he would even say this guy was taller than Owen! Insane..

"Welcome to my ship, Mratyn Nibblewood!" There he goes with the dramatic accent again.. "We are headed East! Towards the land of the Frances!"

"You mean French? Why are we in a show box?"

"Well, I am so glad you asked! This is my ship! The-"

Good lord, this guy talks an awful lot. At this point he wasnt paying much attention at the other rat. He was more focused on how this shoe box had lasted.

"And see, Im out looking for a crew. I heard France rats were the best rats! I saw you floating in the water inside of a flooded tennis ball, so I decided to save you!! Youre the first member of my crew!"

"Youre a pirate? Huh. I have experience with pirates. Used to be one myself." He smiled proudly, bragging that he most likely knew more than this guy.

"Thats amazing! Its so nice to meet you, Mr. Nibblewood! We shall explore the oceans together after we get our own crew!! How would you like to be my lieutenant? Oh, say, would you like to hear a story?"

That was a lot of information. This guy is obviously not a player. Most likely an NPC. Or he could be an error added to the game.. Whatever. "Sure. Tell me a story," He sat back down.

"Once upon a time, I had a proper ship! With amazing sails and wood! Oh, how I miss it," He looked at the sky dearly, "But I was thrown overboard. My crew said 'down with the captain'. They disliked my passion. But, you," Captain grabbed Martyns paws, "You will be different! I can feel it!"

If Martyn was being honest, he felt slight pity for this guy. He was all alone in a shoe box with nobody to speak to. No wonder he was talking so much. He nodded, "Yeah, I wont throw you overboard."

"Great! Now lets get you dressed up! Dont want anybody to ask about your eye!" He pulled down his hat and gave Martyn a makeshift eyepatch. Martyn put it around his eye and smiled. This guy was nice.

"Thanks, Cap." He watched the spark in The captains eye light up into a sun at the name.

A/N
(this chapter was cross-posted on ao3.)