The Wild and Often Preposterous Adventures of Mary-Sue

The Wormhole

Hi, my name's Maribella, Maribella-Suzanne Aailyah Aphrodite Cygnus and I'm a wanted fugitive.

I am in no way joking, even though I'm known among my neighborhood to be the funniest, wittiest person EVER, and I love pulling practical jokes on people. Of course, they always work, thanks to my extremely clever strategy skills and Justin's muscle (hey, I have some too! I have a karate black belt and I'm a regular Xena warrior princess, thank you very much!) Aaaaannnyways, now I'm on the run with Justin, my adorbs, buff, sensitive DID I MENTION BUFF best friend. I'm wanted, dead or alive (but preferable dead) for a crime. The crime of just... me, being alive! Now, that's preposterous (sorry, I just looooooove throwing around big words to show off my obvious charm, wit, and eloquence- oh here's another big word I like, better stash that in my word stash). Apparently, the Royals of my world Utopia don't... like me. They're such meanies, all I ever did was be myself! Oh, and pick up about five hundred gazillion male-supermodel like hot guys, do makeup tutorials, and think really, really deep philosophical thoughts like, why is the simulated sky-dome colored blue? (no, really, why the hell is the sky blue, of all colors? Why not a lovely shade of bubblegum pink? I don't have a clue.) I think to myself, 'Why me?' I'm mentally screaming to the heavens now. Why me?? I beseech the Great And Powerful Turkey God but he seems to have turned a deaf ear on me. Great, now even the celestial beings have forsaken me. Oh, woe is me!! First my parents died in a UFO crash (it's the Utopian equivalent of what you Mortals call a car crash), then I was thrown into poverty, where the other teens bullied me for having no parents!! I'm only an innocent sixteen-year-old girl! Why me??!

I pick up the vague sense of food from the corner that I'm crouched in, covered with a blanket. Oh, goodie, Justin's back with some grub!

"Hey der, beautiful." The steaming hot chunk of male flesh- UM I MEAN my best buddy peels back the blanket, revealing my petite self. I don't have any idea why the boy calls me beautiful, honestly. He must be a little dysfunctional, Great Gods and Goddesses of Poultry bless his soul. Really, I'm just plain, fat, and ugly. Even though my mom used to call me anorexic and once tried to feed me lard to make me look more substantial and not like one of those stereotypical slum children. I guess technically I am one now though. I have a pale, smooth, unblemished complexion and a perfect oval face like a doll, not at all attractive. It makes me look like a hard-boiled egg!! And my weight and waistline are out of control!! My very well endowed chest area makes it worse. It makes me look even fatter! And then there's my eyes. Why on earth did they have to be heretochr- no that can't be right, I mean, hetochro- UGH I MEAN HETERO-CHROMATIC! (sorry, I just can't wrap my tongue around that word, it's far too big for my taste.) One of my eyes is silver like my natural hair color, and the other is a very bright green. Both have ice-blue around the edges shaped like swirl patterns that look like limpid tears. EW. DISGUSTING. Everyone knows that heterochromatic-eyed people in Utopia are called freaks of nature. I even go as far as to wear lavender-colored contacts to cover it up. Naturally, my hair is silver (no, not platinum-blonde, I mean silver but not old people silver, more like the color of the metal, maybe paler) but I've dyed it ice-blue with the tips forming a gradient from ice-blue to pale turquoise to neon-ish blue to sky-blue and finally to purplish orchid-blue and lavender at the very tips. It reaches all the way down to my butt (which I may mention is a very nice butt). So, yeah, that about sums me up. Ugly, fat, plain.

"H-h-hi there, Justin." I stutter. It's this little quirk I have, people happen to find it adorable, or in a more accurate way to put it, KAWAII DESUUUUU!!!!  He walks over to me with a plate of food. I don't care what it is, and don't bother to find out. I'm famished. I devour all of it without fear that I'll get chronic diabetes from overeating because my species doesn't gain weight in the form of fat. Oh! Sorry! I forgot to mention! I'm the last surviving member of a subspecies of human whose correct scientific name I cannot pronounce. I'm not pure-bred though. My mom was a minor goddess of sorts, which kinda makes me a mutant. I got more from my mom's side though, as shown by my natural hair color of metallic silver and the matching silver eye. Apparently, I'm also immortal and I have an affinity with water. I can't drown as I can technically breathe in H20 and my skin is fireproof. Yippee!! I suppose that may be why the royals want me dead. 

Currently, me and Justin are on the Star Road, waiting to gain access onto the Highway so we can get out of the stinkin' Utopia dimension and into FREEDOM!!! But freedom is such a distant dream, when I think about the obstacles we must face. Sighhhhh. Especially as I hear the Supreme Leader's second son, Prince Jace Eduard Cull the Third Stuart is out hunting for fugitives, specifically some ugly tart called Maribella according to that poster he was shoving in a peasant's face... oh wait that's actually me. The Prince is terrifying. He's terrifying in his portraits. He's terrifying on his banner. In real life, he's petrifying... yet somehow extremely uber-HOT!!!! He's just so... dark and brooding and EVIL. While I drool about my hypothetical crush- UM I MEAN yet-to-meet-face-to-face nemesis, the cart me and Justin are in jolts to a stop. The whole vehicle vibrates. I slide open the window and peek into the front compartment where Justin is sitting. 

"Justin, what's going on? I'm starting to get motion sickness..." I wail, totally embarrassingly showing off my charming damsel side.

"Uh, well, we may have run into a slight pickle," he says in his deep, soothing voice, his pine-green eyes showing a slight hint of worry, "Don't worry, princess, we'll be fine."

But this time, it's not working.

"Justin, I mean for real. What in the name of the Great Turkey God's godly scaled feet is going on??!"

"We've been sucked into a wormhole."

Around me I can already feel the cart falling downwards, as if tumbling into a ditch, and the material of it starts to flake off like old paint, and the dry stellar wind rips around me, tearing my slumdog clothes slightly. The light ahead is blinding, and I reach for Justin's large manly hand with my small one, which he grasps tightly. The last thing I can remember before my vision fading to black is my hand slowly slipping out of Justin's, and crashing face-first into a hard, rough surface.

Dramatis Personae

-characters introduced so far!-

Maribella-Suzanne Aailyah Aphrodite Cygnus- Our charming, beautiful, intelligent (yet somehow unable to use basic grammar and mathematics to a point where she says she's allergic to all things academic) female protagonist. Kind, sweet, compassionate, yet clumsy and sometimes overly blunt- it's to make her seem realistic and give her some flaws. But Maribella-Suzanne (or Mary/Mary Sue) is extremely likable and beautiful, to an extent where almost everyone except for the baddies love her to death. She hails from a distant, dystopian world (ironically named Utopia) where the uber-malicious government has forced her to flee for her life through a wormhole.

Second Heir Prince Jace Eduard Cull the Third of the Stuart dynasty- The beautifully dark (and evil), brooding, handsome, extremely physically fit Second Prince of Utopia, shamed for attempting to upstage his older brother the Crown Prince with a supposed scandal he had with a beautiful scullery maid. Ended up being sent to chase down refugees, specifically an individual named Maribella-Suzanne who has a superpower that could possibly upstage all the royals.

Justin Rowans- Mary's best friend, been around practically since birth. Extremely hot and buff. Did I mention BUFF???? He has a mega-crush on Mary but she doesn't notice at all... unless you count the occasional make-out sessions in the bushes. He ends up getting lost in the wormhole.