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"You're right...of course you are." Sasha softly said as she wiped the tears beginning to form in her eyes, "Now lets save that loveable little nerd so we can make things right with her." She concluded.
"That's what I'm talking about!" Anne smiled, a determined expression flashing onto her face, "C'mon! The throne room's just up ahead!"
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As Anne and Sasha were about to finally enter the throneroom, they were cut off by lady Olivia reaching out to them, "Wait! She isn't the same girl you once knew!"
Neither of the girls got the warning. "Neither are me and Sasha!" Anne assured, charging in, Sasha's hand tightly held in hers.
Oliva could only watch as the doors closed, resigning to the fact that the two girls would have to find out about their beloved Marcy's fate the hard way.
The room was very dim, red and orange hues reflecting off of each surface. At the end of the room was a small set of stairs, leading to..
"Marcy-!!" Both Anne and Sasha cried out, running towards the shorter girl. She was tied to a nearby pipe, hands behind her back. She certainly looked worse for wear. She was trembling until she saw the two of them, "Guys--!!" She smiled wide, "You came back for me-!"
"Of course we did, Mar-mar,," Sasha cut the ropes tying Marcy's wrists.
"But I thought..after all that I-" Marcy began, before Anne interrupted.
"We'll talk about it later, Mars. Lets just get you out of here, first." She helped Marcy stand, slinging her arm over her shoulder. She resisted the urge to ask Marcy about her whole...being stabbed situation. Anne figured she would make sure it was properly taken care of after they helped her out of here.
Marcy leaned against Anne, "Thanks, Anna-banana.." She giggled quietly.
Sasha smiled, glad Marcy was still in a state to use their nicknames, though her smile slightly faded when she got a good look at Marcy's face.
She had some new eyebags, sure, but there was something about her eyes.
They looked almost..dead.
Those weren't Marcy's eyes.
And just as she was realizing, she saw something illuminating behing Marcy's back. As Marcy reached towards it, she acted on instinct and pushed Anne out of the way, "Anne look ou- GAH--!!" She cried out as impossible heat hit her right eye.
Marcy stared at them both, light dagger in hand, smirking.
"SASHA-!" Anne cried out, immediately turning to Sasha to help. Sasha was clutching her bleeding eye, or what was left of it at least.
"Marcy-!! How could you-?! You-- " Anne cried, before Marcy began to laugh.
"Foolish girls." Marcy's voice distorted, no longer her own. It sounded as if it were multiple voices talking at once, a mixture of different ages and species. And if Anne listened very closely, she could hear Marcy's voice very, very faintly.
Marcy's appearace began to fade away, her royal ranger gear being replaced with some kind of black wet suit.
The rest of the illusion faded away, as what appeared to be hundreds of red and yellow eyes opened along the walls and ceiling, two of which extended into long, thick wires, extending to restrain Anne and Sasha.
Marcy stepped forward, sighing, "Yknow, we really did think we would be able to get a good hit on Anne before you intervened. Good on you, Sasha! Maybe you really do care about your so called friends! We wouldn't count on it, though..considering what we can see from Marcy's memories." they snickered.
"You're..not Marcy..." Sasha mumbled, wincing at the pain pulsating throughout her eye.
"We are not surprised you figured it out first, considering Anne over here is dumber than a bag of rocks." 'Marcy' shrugged, "Nevertheless, we shall introduce ourselves." They grinned.
"We are a collective of Amphibia's greatest minds, uploaded into a unified consciousness." They explained, "This body is merely a host for us, and her consciousness is joined with us. Well, not quite. But she will soon assimilate."
Anne and Sasha both stared at the sight in front of them. Marcy, being used as a puppet for a hivemind of amphibian minds. She moved unnaturally, as if multiple people were controlling a body for the first time in eons. Her eyes were completely sunken in and bloodshot. This...thing had obviously no care for Marcy. She was simply a puppet to it.
As the shell of Marcy continued to speak, the two girls could only stare into it's dead eyes, lost with fear.