We all know the story of how Alex Vreeke was sucked away from our world and into the game Jumanji. But what about when a character from the game gets sucked into our world...
My second 'Jumanji' story! Theresa Ross is a teaching assistant at Brantf...
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Suddenly, she was no longer standing in the dark basement, but outside, in the bright sun, her hand instantly going to shield her eyes from its intense rays, despite already being partially shielded by the hat she was wearing. She appeared to be in a jungle of some sort.
But how? And where? All she remembered was being in the basement, and then, well, suddenly not being there... Hmm, this was all starting to feel oddly familiar...
The strange thing was, while the basement was rapidly fading from her memory, this place, wherever it was, seemed familiar, and strangely so. She just couldn't place it...
But where were the others? She was certain there had been others with her. She couldn't remember who, just vague outlines, but she was almost certain that she hadn't been alone... Or had she been? She couldn't quite recall now.
She was dressed in a comfortable button-up shirt, beige khaki vest, capri pants, calf-high lace-up boots, and with a little scarf tied around her neck. A belt was buckled around her middle with a little bag at her hip, and a wooden staff with intricate carvings along it was held in her gloved hand. She traced the carved lines with the tip of her finger.
She suddenly, almost too suddenly, became aware of the sounds carrying through the trees: faint voices, and the sound of sharpening metal - she wasn't alone here. And whoever it was was pretty close to her, or she was close to them.
This reassured her though - other people. She could ask for help, directions maybe. It was worth a try.
With that, she gathered herself and headed off, following the sounds.
Meanwhile, miles away, five people fell from the sky, some with a relatively safe landing, others not so much.
"Ow!"
"Where's my hair?"
"What the hell?!"
"Where am I?!"
"Uh, guys - whoa, why do I sound like that?"
"Who are you?"
"Who are you?!"
"Oh my God I'm totally suing - what's wrong with my voice? Where am I?!"
Now five unfamiliar adults stood in a circle staring at each other.
"My God - I think we're in the game," the tall, muscular man said.
"What?!"
"Excuse me?!"
"Somehow, I don't know how, but I think we got like, sucked into the game, and now we're the avatars we chose."
"W-where's the rest of me? And what - what is this on my back?" the smaller man was muttering to himself.
