WHATEVER IT TAKES ; JUMANJI [VAN PELT x OC]

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Dedicated to my cousin Jack Ryan V. 2016-2018
We love and miss you, Angel. 💘

Bliss.

Serenity.

Darkness.

Evil.

Jungle.

Jumanji.

All of these things flashed across my mind in bright color. It scared me, how real everything felt. I felt like I was experiencing sleep paralysis. My eyes tried and tried to open themselves, and as soon as they did, all I could do was scream.

I was falling from the sky. I could feel my insides turning and knotting together as trees, jungle trees, came into view. I fell through the canopy and eventually crashed onto the ground. And of course, I landed straight on my face.

"Shit," I groaned and planted my hands on the moist ground, pushing myself up. I was immediately knocked over back onto the ground when two people fell from the sky and crashed onto me.

With a grunt, I sat up and looked around. I saw 3 other people—a tall, muscular man, a short man with a ridiculous hat and backpack on, and a woman wearing a crop top and shorts.

We all looked at each other confusedly. "What kind of stupid-ass..." The man with the hat stopped talking when he saw the tall, muscular man. "Who are you?"

"Who are you?" The tall man asked. The other woman looked around and breathed heavily in panic.

"Who are they?" Shortie asked, pointing to both me and the other woman.

"Who are you guys?" She looked at all three of us.

"Who are you all?" I seemed to get the feeling these people were the people I'd gotten detention with.

The short man started walking toward the tall one. "Okay what the hell—"

"Aghh!!" A rather chubby man fell from the sky and crashed onto the other, and they both collapsed onto the ground.

"Oh my God!" The chubby man had a rather feminine accent as they both stood up. "I am totally suing—What's wrong with my voice?"

"Get off of me!" The small man yelled from underneath the large one.

"Where am I?" He looked around with a panic-stricken face. The two men stood up and the larger one stumbled a bit, looking at himself.

I decided to look at myself, too.

"What the—?" I had on a tan cargo jacket that had a short black tank top underneath it, which rode a little too high and low in all the wrong places. I had on khaki, cargo capris that were a little baggy, but hung off my waist with the help of a belt. "Who the hell wears this revealing ass shirt—"

The short man questioned everything about his looks. It looked as if the tall, muscular dude had made a realization. "Oh my God..." He began. Man, was his voice se— no. "Fridge?"

The confused man nodded. "Yeah, I'm Fridge... who are you?"

"I'm... Spencer." He spoke quietly.

Fridge looked at him with disbelief. "The hell you are. What is going on, huh?"

"I think..." Spencer paused, "We're in the game."

"Sorry, excuse me?"

"What're you talking about?"

"Somehow—I don't know how—I think we got, like, sucked into the game. And we've become the avatars that we chose. So it's me, Spencer, but yet I look and sound like Dr. Smolder Bravestone." His explanation seemed logical. We all looked at each other for a few silent seconds, before Fridge spoke up.