❝So uh... Would now be a bad time to ask what's going on? Maybe later, when we aren't running for our lives from a megalomaniac crazy person?❞
OR
In which an invisible NPC befriends our avatars, forms friendships and maybe, just maybe, falls...
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ONCE they found the dilapidated jungle hut that Alex had been staying in, Skye got the whole story of what was really going on. She was supposed to be a character in this game - Jumanji, named after the place she'd lived in for however long - and she was supposed to be much like everyone else in the Bazaar. A being that repeated actions and movements until the story came along. Spencer called them 'NPCs' - an acronym standing for Non Player Characters.
The group of four (and Alex) weren't supposed to be here, the four she met were teenagers who got stuck in detention, and Alex was too busy at the blender to really give a straight answer on where he came from before all this. She thought that Spencer expected a teary eyed breakdown, or an anxiety attack, or something, but what he got was;
"Oh." She paused for a moment, "Cool."
Spencer raised a brow - he was quite good at that. "Cool?"
"I mean, yeah!" Skye grinned, "It kind of explains what I've been through for the past... I don't know how long." She sighed, "So... Why don't I work? Like in the same way as those other... NPCs, right?"
Spencer frowned and looked down at his toes, trying to avoid the question. Instead, he looked up at Alex. "What are you making?" He asked, causing Skye to return to her sketchbook.
"Margaritas!" Alex announced, Skye didn't know what those were, "It's actually one of my strengths. That and piloting!" He continued, as Skye flipped through her notebook and started sketching the people she saw when the 'bad guy' showed up, "Although, I did get shot down by a couple orangutans in fighter jets, so maybe not that good at it."
The fact that comment wasn't the weirdest thing she heard all day was surprising to Skye. She continued to sketch, immediately panicking when she felt a presence looming over her shoulder. She jumped for a second, before realizing it was Fridge. She let out a sigh as he took a look at the drawing, quickly picking up who exactly the drawing was of.
"That's me." He stated. Skye nodded.
"Yeah... When that guy attacked the bazaar... You all just kind of phased out and became... These guys." She sighed, "I wasn't sure what was going on but I figured that..." She huffed, before noticing Alex hand a glass to Fridge. He took a swig with a grin, as she noticed out of the corner of her eye Spencer and Martha spitting it out. She frowned, and looked at Fridge.
"Um... Hey if you get another drink, can you get one for me?" She asked. Fridge turned to face her and gave her a slightly awkward nod, before walking around to Alex. He swung his arm around the pole.
"Can I get two more of those?" He asked, as Alex looked over at Skye with a raised brow.
"Yeah, sure." He began, preparing the drinks, before looking up at Skye, who was walking towards the little table.
"Uh, Skye, I'm not sure if you're able to drink these." Alex stated, sheepishly, somewhat apologetic. "I mean, they are physical and you... Kind of... Walk through people so-"
