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crazy feeling clouds my mind by theflirtmeister
Fandom: Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle (Movies)
Ships: Martha Kaply/Bethany Walker
Additional Tags: Getting Together, First Kiss, Useless Lesbian
Summary:
Martha takes up rock climbing. It was either that or mixed martial arts, and the idea of touching another girl and pinning her to the ground makes Martha want to explode.
“Well, Nigel, it’s nice to see someone else in this god-forsaken jungle,” you said to the man next to you.
“Ah, Miss Kara Elliott! What an honor to finally meet you. Still a Master at swordsmanship I see!” You got a little smirk on your face.
“Call it two years of being forced to use it or die.”
“Dr. Smolder Bravestone! I’m glad you’re here! Jumanji is in great peril and needs your help,” Nigel said, completely ignoring you.
“Damn NPC’s,” you muttered.
“Damn what?” Fridge asked.
“NPC’s,” you said turning around in your seat. “Non-Player Characters. They only have a set script. Anything outside of that will be ignored. It can be a pain in the ass.”
“Did you have to deal with them there?” Martha asked you.
“Yes. I hated it almost as much as interacting with the other players.”
Martha was gonna talk but Spencer stopped her. “Maybe we should pay attention to what Nigel has to say. It could be important.”
“He’s just gonna tell backstory most likely,” you said.
“Did you get the letter I sent you Dr. Bravestone?” Nigel asked Spencer.
“I didn’t get a let—,” Spencer’s eyes widened when a letter appeared in his hand.
“Woah,” Martha said.
“This is so unreal,” Bethany whispered.
“You get used to it.” Sympathy was in your voice.
“Guys! What’s happening?”
“It’s a cut-scene,” Spencer said. “A lot of video games have them.”
“Now this is weird. I don’t know how I feel about this,” you looked around wearily.
Nigel’s voice was floating in the air and people were everywhere. He was telling a story, the one that was the premise of the game. Basically this man named Russel Van Pelt has stolen the jewel eye of the Jaguar and had cursed this land. Something like that. You weren’t paying attention. All you knew is that you had to get the jewel back to its rightful place. The cut-scene weirded you out so much, you didn’t even realize that it had ended and Nigel was saying something.
“He’s just repeating it,” Fridge said.
“Repeating what?” You asked.
“Blah, blah ‘If you wish to leave the game, you must save Jumanji and call out its name.’ Something like that. I don’t know how you didn’t hear him.” Fridge raised his eyebrow and looked at you weird.
“I was in my own little world, sorry.”
“Dr. Bravestone! Here’s a map of Jumanji. You will find the missing piece at the Bazaar. Good luck! Jumanji needs you!” Nigel said as he drove away.
“Couldn’t he just drive us to the statue?” Fridge complained. “Damn.”
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“Do you even know where you’re going Spencer?” You asked him. “It seems like we’re going in circles.”
“Yes, uh maybe? The map is blank,” he said.
“Blank? What do you mean blank?” Bethany said.
“Nothing’s on it.” She walked over to Spencer and looked at the map.
“What are you talking about? It’s a map. A map of Jumanji,” Bethany said.
“Cartography,” Martha breathed.
“What’s that?”
“The study of maps! It was one of Professor Oberon’s skills,” you said.
“So I can see this but you guys can’t? That’s so weird.”
“We all have certain skills. But how do we find out—,“ Spencer gasped when a floating box containing strengths and weaknesses popped up. Everyone gathered around it and didn’t notice yours pop up too.
“Strengths; fearless, climbing, speed, boomerang, and smoldering intensity.” Spencer stared off into the distance.
“What the hell are you doing?” Fridge said.
“He smoldered,” Bethany said, a weird look on her face.
“Weaknesses; none?” Spencer continued. Everyone looked at him in awe, but you just rolled your eyes.
“Uh, how did you do that?” Martha asked, pointing up at the box.
“I think I just pressed my enormous left peck.”
“It’s like the boob here, lemme show—.”
“Get the hell away from me,” she said, smacking Fridge’s hand away.
“Well at least do it out in the open so we can see how it’s done,” he said, eyes firmly glued to her breasts.
“Pervert,” you said. He shot you a glare.
“Wait, when did you get yours up?” He said.
“Right after Spencer.” Martha’s box popped up and Fridge groaned.
“I missed both of y’all do it!”
You shrugged and gave him a shit eating grin. “Oh well, sucks to suck!”
“What’s dance fighting?” Bethany asked Martha.
“I don’t know. But my weakness it venom. I don’t like the sound of that.”
“Let’s just hope there’s no snakes, yeah?” You said.
“What’re yours?”
“Well I’m a blade expert. That explains the sword on my back and the knives in my boots.”
“Wait, you have knives in your boots?” Spencer said, unbelieving. You nodded and took them out. The blade was as long as your forearm and the handle was the same size as your hand.
“Those are huge!”
“They’re bowie knives, they’re supposed to be big.”
“I didn’t know that they were that big,” Spencer whispered. You looked at them weirdly.
“You guys have never seen a bowie knife before, have you?” They all shook their head.
“Alright. Well, I also know hand to hand combat and I have speed too. My weakness is alcohol. I’m bummed about that.”
“You know that you’re basically the poster child for delinquent’s right?” Fridge said.
“Don’t act like you’ve never drank before. All teenagers do it.”
“I don’t,” Spencer said.
“Neither do I,” Martha added.
“I’m surrounded by goody-goody’s,” you muttered, rubbing your hand on your face.
“What are yours Bethany?”
“Paleontology. What is that?”
“I believe it’s the study of fossils,” Martha said.
“That’s cool,” you chimed in. Bethany looked at the two of you like she didn’t believe you.
“Yeah, says the two gorgeous badasses who have actual skills.”
Fridge hit his chest and his box showed up. He took one look at it and turned his head. You had to bite back a laugh, but some spilled out of your mouth. Fridge glared at you.
“I hate this game.”
“Weakness; cake,” Martha said.
“Yes. My weakness is cake. Along with speed and strength. How the hell is strength my weakness? And why speed? It’s not like I’m gonna need it when I’m running away from a ginormous killer zebra or some shit!”
“You’re also a good weapons valet,” you said, trying to calm your giggles.
“And what’s that?”
“I think it means you carry my weapons and give them to me when I need them,” Spencer said. Fridge looked at him like he was crazy and was about to say something when Bethany interrupted with a shout.
