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Anne couldn’t stop bouncing her leg, she tries to focus on the small TV Dr. Jan were wheeling in to keep her away from where her and Terri were working, her parents were in on the distraction as they squish her in between them and turn on some movie she had once loved. The Plantars are just as tense as she is, constantly looking at the portal that they were getting closer and closer to finishing it.
Though she was looking at the screen, her mind wanders, she hadn’t seen Sasha or Marcy in months, the last thing she saw of either of them was Marcy being impaled and Sasha being thrown against a wall, Anne needs them them to be okay, she wants them to be alright, but a voice deep down constantly sneers: There’s no way they survived, you don’t believe that do you?
A familiar wave of uselessness washes over her. She opens her mouth to ask Terri for the fifth time in the last thirty minutes if she could help only to be blinded by a bright white light.
When her vision finally returns Anne is on the floor. Groaning, she looks around. It’s a huge theater, but there’s a big screen in place of the stage. The back of the room doesn’t have seats and has several doors. Any further thought on the room is halted by a hand being offered to her.
She looks up to see “Sasha! Marcy!”
She pulls the two girls into a tight hug, trying to fight back tears.
“I thought-” she cuts herself off as suddenly everything from the last two months really hits her, tightening the hug before stepping back, holding them at arm length, they’re acting different than before, Marcy is trying to make herself small and Sasha seems to have way more stress on her shoulders, both have tears in their eyes, but they smile nonetheless, after everything seeing each other is enough for now, later when that wears off they’ll talk about everything in the castle and Amphibia, and before. When they know what’s going on and Anne isn’t 85% sure she’s dreaming.
Marcy opens her mouth, trying to keep eye contact with her friends only to be cut off by Hop Pop letting out a scream.
Anne turns to see Mr. X and Jenny trying to get a hold of her frog family, freezing when they realize not only was everyone looking at them but there were many frogs and other alien creatures around them.
Anne steps towards the agents, letting go of Marcy and Sasha to separate the two groups, landing a very satisfying punch giving the agent a rapidly blackening eye, Mr. X realizes on top of being outnumbered he doesn’t have his government issued sidearm. Anne looks at Sasha and Grime, neither of whom she has ever seen without a sword in recent months are disarmed as well.
“We were having a moment,” she offers lamely, with everything else that was happening she shouldn’t have expected it to last anyway.
Mr. X rolls his eyes. “Don’t care, you three are under arrest for harboring alien fugitives, and all of you-”
He’s stopped by a bright orb that appears between all of them, “ENOUGH!”
Anne wants to ask this… thing? Deity? What’s going on, where or when or why they are here.
“*sighs* I should’ve expected this,” the strange light says as everyone else in the room begins to be teleported across the room.
Now, Anne is forced to sit in one of the seats, Sasha and Marcy on either side of her. She strains to look around, everyone she’s interacted with in the past year at least are here, everyone from Amphibia and earth alike have been made to sit. She finds Sprig, while some part of her is happy to be between Sasha and Marcy like old times, her first real friend is too far away and too close to Mr. X and even more so away from her without her help for her liking.
She yells “Hey, light God dude thing, what in Frog’s name is going on?!”
The screen clicks on, there’s VHS lines on it, how can something so big be so out of date?
Marcy reads out loud beside her. “There’s an event that you all must prepare for. If this also helps you realize some of you are in desperate need of therapy, good.”
The youngest of their group spares a slight look at her and Sasha before looking down at her lap, curling into herself again. Anne’s a little insulted Marcy apparently includes her in needing help, she hasn’t been involved in any coup or lies thank you very much.
Some part of her knows her friend, are we actually still friends? Is spiraling in her head, dream or whatever this is, Anne has always known when her friends need a life line, she grabs Marcy’s hand squeezing tightly, almost missing the slight blush of her friend before looking up at the screen to read the words.
Anne or Beast?