Sailor Helga 🌙 | A Hey Arnold! / Sailormoon Crossover Fanfic

Act 2 - Chapter 2

Note:

For the sake of clarity, whenever a character is in their transformed state, their name will be given in italics.

For example:

Helga G. Pataki = Helga

Sailor Moon = Helga

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"Well, come on now. Lemme see it," goaded the diminutive Mrs. Smith.

"Yeah," replied the equally diminutive Mr. Smith. "Let's see how it looks on you."

The two adults sat patiently next to each other on the loveseat within their living room. Down the hallway, the door to the bathroom opened, and out emerged their pride and joy, their daughter Patty Smith (known infamously to the kids around the playground as Big Patty). Slowly she walked to the centre of the living room, her eyes downcast to the carpet.

"Don't you look precious...?" cooed Mrs. Smith, clapping her hands together. "What a perfect little outfit!"

"So? What do you think?" asked Mr. Smith.

Patty cautioned a glance at herself in the mirror hanging on the wall within the living room. Rather than wearing her favorite blue-themed ensemble of sweater and plaid skirt, she was instead dressed in a white-and-brown blouse with brown sailor collar trimming and matching brown skirt. Her blue hair bow had been swapped for a hairtie, and her tiny ponytail sat atop her head pitifully. She looked away, back at the carpet.

"I hate it," replied Patty, succinctly.

"But your Grandma Mosey made it especially for you! It's the same kind of school uniform your grandmother wore when she was a young girl in school!" said Mrs. Smith.

"Do I really have to wear this...?" bemoaned Patty.

"We promised Mosey that you would," explained Mr. Smith, as-a-matter-of-factly. "Just for one day, then if you still decide that you hate it, we'll send it back. Sound fair?"

Patty bit her upper lip. "Alright. Just this once. For Grandma Mosey."

"Atta girl!" clapped Mr. Smith.

Patty cringed as she recalled the conversation from earlier. In hindsight, she regretted her decision to wear the outfit in public.

Since kindergarten, Patty Smith had always been ostracized because of her size. Even as an 8th grader, where she assumed that everyone else's growth spurts would even out the playing field, Patty still felt like the odd man out. As a result, she had few friends. She knew that wearing her grandmother's old school uniform would do little for her popularity, or lack thereof. But she decided to grit her teeth and bear it.

"After all," she said to herself while walking down the hallway of P.S. 118. "It's only for one day. What's the worst that could happen?"

Patty opened her locker and was met with a deluge of green lime gelatin. The other students in the hallway bore witness to the incident and responded by pointing and laughing.

"A-ha!" yelled Helga, as she appeared from around the corner, only to go a deathly pallor of white.

Patty turned and indignantly stared down the hapless sixth grader, marching after her down the hall. Helga was forced to walk backwards away from her, not daring to turn her back on the menacing behemoth.

"Did you do this?" asked Patty, in her calm voice that did little to convey the sheer rage and desire she felt to beat Helga to a bloody pulp.

"I-It was an accident! I thought your locker belonged to someone else, I swear!" Helga cowered underneath the water fountain. Patty lifted her fist in preparation to strike, but paused when the school bell ring. The fist turned into a threatening finger, pointed dangerously close to Helga's nose.