The Boondocks~Medieval Times

16) A Spell Gone Terribly Wrong

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"Run!" The three sprint back to the entrance, often shoving people out of their way and jumping over small obstacles. "Move it you turds!" Riley shouts. As they move nearer to the gate they notice the other three missing and Huey curses. "Caesar!"

"Were here!"

They look to the side and find Caesar and Jazmine catching up. Cynthia frowns. "Where is Ming?"

"We..." Caesar catches his breath, "We thought that she was with you."

"You lost her?!" Riley exclaims, making Jazmine flinch.

Huey sighs, but he barely hears himself over the alarming horns. "We need to find her. In the meantime, Cynthia, I need you to teleport us somehow."

"Do you not understand?! I can't!"

"Yes, you can. At least try."

"But Huey--"

A loud neigh of a horse interrupts her sentence. From around the corner moves a horse, its rider makes everyone's jaw drop. "You have got to be kidding me..." Huey mutters as she moves closer.

"Everyone!" Ming pulls on the reins and slows down. "Where does that alarm come from?"

The gang stares at her.

She frowns. "What?"

"You bought a horse?!" They exclaim all at once.

Ming glares at them. "She is a unicorn. For your own information."

"Okay, whatever. We found her, now we need to leave," Huey says, trying to ignore the situation. Cynthia bites her lip and takes a deep breath. "Alright, I can do this..." She closes her eyes and inhales. "If something goes wrong? I warned you."

"Cynthia!" Everyone groans.

She rolls her eyes and casts the teleportation spell.

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Huey and Riley land butt first on something soft and look around nervously. They were wearing the same clothes, but the area was too different, very different. They weren't in a forest as expected. Instead they were on a long...chair, thing. Whatever it was, it was comfy.

"Where are we?" Huey whispers as he looks around the strange room. "And the others?"

They hear stomping from up the stairs and freeze. "What the hell?! Why ain't ya'll at school?!"

The boys gasp. "Grandfather!" The old man frowns at them. He was dressed completely differently, unlike his old robe. "You're alive!"

His frown deepens. "Ion know what the hell kinda role playin' trick you tryna play on me, but I need you to go to school! Out!"

"Grandfather, it is us!" Riley steps closer. "Where are we?"

"Okay. Now you just scaring me. Out!"

He shooes the two out the door and locks it. The boys look around the area, frozen stiff. "I don't know what Cynthia did, but we are in trouble."

Riley thought. "What is this school he spoke about?"

Huey sighs. "Let us just find the others. Quickly."

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Jazmine feels everyone staring at her and panicks. Everyone is dressed differently, in strange clothes and wear these strange bags on their backs. She was freaking out.

"Ay! What the fuck is this?!"

She spins around and sees Cynthia walking towards her. She wasn't wearing the clothes she was before, and her hair was in braids again. "Jazzy, what da fuck are you wearing?!"

"Cynthia! Thank goodn--"

"Hol' up, hol' up. Cynthia?!" She snapped, making Jazmine flinch. "Its C-Murph, bitch. The hell wrong wichu?"

Jazmine couldn't understand half of what she was saying, then she realised. This is not my Cynthia. We separated! But how? What realm is this?! Her eyes begin to get glossy and she sniffs.

Cindy scowls. "Bitch is you cryin'?!"

"I...I need to go home!" Jazmine balls, making Cindy shush her. "I need to find my Huey! This is not my world!"

Cindy curses. "You must be high. C'mon! You gon be the laughing stock! What? You want Huey?"

Jazmine nods furiously.

"Fine. Damn."

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"No you see, if Donald Trump wins, he'll kick every foreigner out of America, but he wasn't specific with black Americans," Caesar says, holding up a finger as he and his best friend walk down the hallway to their lockers.

"Trust me, Mike," Huey says as he opens his locker, "It'll definitely also affect black Americans. Did you hear--"

"Ay Huey!"

Cindy walks to the boys with Medieval Jazmine close by her side, hugging her arm scared at the weird looks she's getting. Huey frowns at her outfit and Caesar laughs. "You joining the theatre club or somethin', Jazz?"

Medieval Jazmine sniffs. "Its not them..."

Cindy rolls her eyes. "Whatchu mean it ain't them?"

Medieval Jazmine shakes her head and covers her face with both hands. "I am not of this world!"

"Jazmine, you're freaking me out," Caesar says. "Wassup?"

"I am not from here!" Medieval Jazmine cries. Huey arches and eyebrow and the three of them exchange strange looks.

Jazmine walks around the corner and gasps.

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Ming and Caesar fall onto the grass and groan. They look around and sigh in relief when they recognise their surrounds. "We are home," Ming breathes, "But...the others..."

Caesar sighs. "I think Cynthia made a mistake."

There's a neigh and Gabriella trots to them, smelling Ming's scent. Ming panicks. "Oh no. What should we--"

"We should stay here," Caesar says, staying down and crossing his legs. "She will think of something."

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Cynthia hugs herself as she walks down the street with her bare feet on the strange concrete. She gets cat calls and wolf whistles and remembers that she's still wearing that revealing clothing...if it counts as clothing. She was teleported alone to that strange world and panicked. This is all my fault. I need to get us home...I need to find the others.

"Riley!"

She sees her friend across the street, bouncing some strange orange ball. He frowns at her as she jogs to him. "Murph?!" She throws her arms around him and feels him freeze. "Thank the gods! I was so scared..." Cynthia pulls away and sees his lost expression. "Where are the others?"

"Uh...Murph? What the fuck is you wearin'??"

Cynthia frowns. "My disguise from--wait..." she backs away. "You are not Riley." She panicks mentally. No no no. What have I done?!

"What?"

She shakes her head. "You are not my Riley."

"Murph, what the fu--ay! Get back here!" He chases her. Cynthia turns the corner and bumps into something hard, falling on the ground. She shakes her head and looks up. "Huey!"

"Cynthia!"

Riley turns the corner and his eyes widen when he sees the other two, including the medieval Riley. "This is some fucked up shit!!!"

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