(Any of the other characters don't have any requests written nor pending as for now, so I'm unable to have serieses for them as AO3 requires you to have at least one oneshot written to be able to add it to a series, and I can't promise serieses for characters who don't have requests pending/I have no ideas of my own for them)
For anyone who's concerned, THESE ARE NOT ONESHOT COLLECTIONS, they are made using AO3's "series" feature.
Imagine you and Alex deciding to go back to Jumanji to save Spencer
——— Masterlist / Ko-Fi ———
[Name] and Alex were always grateful for Bethany, Spencer, Fridge, and Martha coming into their lives. The two had been stuck inside Jumanji for years, both on their last life and too afraid of venturing forward in case of the worst happening. After escaping, the two always made sure to let the four know that they could come to their home for any reason. That’s why neither one of them was surprised when Bethany showed up on their doorsteps. But what they were surprised about was the anxious expression on her face.
“Bethany, what’s wrong?” [Name] asked, ushering the girl in and leading her to the living room while also calling Alex.
As the three sat down, the two adults listened as Bethany talked frantically. “We haven’t heard from him in days and when we went to check on him, we found the game. We think he went back in but the game didn’t take me when we touched it. I know you two were stuck in the game for years but I need your help going back in. You two know Jumanji better than me. It’s a lot to ask but please.”
Can I request Ruby Roundhouse (Jumanji 2017/2019) with the prompts A27 + A94 please?
Fandom: Jumanji
Word count: 403
A/N: “Ruby” is Martha because we can’t really know how is Ruby like if she isn’t Martha (apart from “the killer of men” and all her skills), but the reader doesn’t know that. I hope you like it!
Prompts: A27. “Not that song, turn it off now!” and A94. “Don’t tempt me.”
You were the only character in the whole game who actually seemed to own brains of their own. Martha had asked you if you were from the real world, but you always dismissed the question, indicating your programming didn’t understand it.
But the more you spent time with Martha, who was Ruby in your head, you seemed to break boundaries with your program. You weren’t someone who repeated the same things over and over again - you laughed at jokes and called them your friends. Sometimes you laughed at something, before your face became blank and you stared into the nothingness, before a smile was spreading on your face again and you acted like a game character for a bit. Like you had just encountered a bug.
Spencer had said it was impossible for you to break through your programming, to start thinking like a real person. But Martha wasn’t so sure about that.
So when Ruby was watching you inspecting the components you always had in your suitcase, you turned to your friend. “Hey, Ruby? Put some music on.”
She cocked her head. “What kind of music do you like?”
“I don’t… know.” you stared at the nothingness again for a bit before a grin appeared on your face within nanoseconds. “You can choose.”
“Don’t tempt me.” she teased and you scoffed playfully.
You gestured towards the radio as you took your screwdriver and started to alter Doctor Bravestone’s boomerang. “Just put some good music on.”
She seemed to think for a minute, before she thought about the most annoying song ever heard and grinned as she turned the tuner, and the game found it.
“Not that song, turn it off now!” you exclaimed as you lunged for the radio as PPAP had boomed through the speakers for a while and she laughed, stepping in front of the radio as you covered your ears, already knowing that Apple-Pen, Pineapple-Pen would be chanting itself in your head throughout the night. You heard it for the first time and it already had occupied your head.
And that’s when you realized it - for the first time ever, you had experienced genuine feelings, you had your own thoughts, that was new and… you were both excited and scared. Ruby was someone who wasn’t the Ruby you had known your entire life, but the new Ruby was changing you. You just weren’t sure what had changed.
Author’s Note: Once the gang saves him, Alex doesn’t go back to his timeline and instead stays with the gang. Otherwise this doesn’t really make sense 😅
Imagine Alex going back to Jumanji to rescue you
——— Masterlist / Ko-Fi ———
“He’s up in his room. Just go up the stairs and it’s the second door on the right.”
Thanking Mr. Vreeke with a nod, Bethany hurriedly jogs up the stairs as she rushes to find Alex. Finding his bedroom door, she doesn’t wait to knock. Instead, she just opens the door and walks in to see him seated at his desk reading a book. “Alex, we have a problem!”
Jumping in surprise, he drops his book as he scrambles to face Bethany. Facing her, he knows something bad has happened due to the grim look on her face and her hesitance to meet his gaze. “What happened? Did you guys talk to Spencer? What did [Name] say?”
She shakes her head. “We couldn’t,” she starts. “I know we all agreed to let her talk to him first since she’s his best friend but I don’t think she was able to talk to him.”
“Why not? What do you mean?”
“When [Name] didn’t text us back, we went to Spencer’s house and his grandpa said he’s been fiddling with some video game.” At the questioning look he gives her, Bethany reluctantly answers his unspoken question. “He fixed the game and we didn’t see the two anywhere.”
“The game sucked them in again,” Alex said in shock. “But where are Fridge? Martha?”
“We were going to get you since you couldn’t come with us earlier and you’re a part of this but Fridge picked up one of the controllers and it glitched. He and Martha were sucked into Jumanji. That’s why I came to find you. We have to go in and rescue them.”
“I just can’t believe she would do that to me. Like I know she didn’t love me since it was too soon for that but didn’t she at least care for me.” [Name] ranted into her phone, a frustrated look on her face as she glared at the wall. Trying to calm herself, she took a deep breath before looking back at her phone where Bethany was there on video call with her. “So that’s why I blocked her on all my pages.”
Bethany let out a scoff. “I’m on your side, [Name].” Resting her against her hand as she leaned on her desk, she continued her spiel. “What she did was so not cool. She should have told you this in person instead of by text. It’s the least she could have done.” Giving [Name] soft look, she tried to say the next part gently. “How do you feel though? Are you holding up okay?”
[Name] let out a sigh. “I’m not sure. I just—” Stopping mid-sentence, she gave Bethany a confused glance as a figure came up from behind her and fixed the two girls a hard stare.
“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.
Green with specks of blue and red surrounded you. Not even two seconds later, you were falling through the air. The ground was steadily getting closer and you started to panic. Tree branches were hitting your face. When you were about to hit the ground, you tucked into a roll. A second later, someone fell next to you.
Scrambling away, you automatically reached behind your back. It startled you to actually feel something that you were able to grab. The grip was nice and you pulled out a broadsword. Pointing it at the person next to you, you took a defensive stance.
“Who the fuck are you and where the hell am I?” A hard look was on your face.
“Who are you?” You asked again.
The man looked at you and was about to speak when a bird scared him. He shouted out but you never took your eyes off of him. You heard yelling and when you looked up, you barely had enough time to dive to the side. Two people had fallen out of the sky and you trained your weapon on them.
“Where’s the rest of me,” one of them said.
“Who are you three?” The girl said.
“It’s me. Spencer,” the first one whispered. He turned to the girl who fell. “Martha?”
“That’s me. Who’re you guys?”
“I’m [y/n]. I think that’s Fridge over there,” you said.
“I’m Fridge, but how do I know you’re actually who you say you are?” Spencer screamed because of a bird again.
“Yup. That’s definitely Spencer,” Fridge said.
“Where’s Bethany?” You asked. Right then, a body barreled into Fridge. Martha had stifled a scream and Fridge just groaned.
“Get off of me!”
“Oh my God where are we?!” The person stood up and your eyes widened.
“Bethany? Is that you?” Spencer asked tentatively.
“Of course it’s me. Who else would it be?”
“Oh my God we’re in different people’s bodies!” Martha yelled. Bethany ran over to the river before anyone could stop her.
“Bethany. Bethany don’t look at it!” Fridge said. She ignored him and looked at her reflection.
“No! I’m an overweight middle-aged man,” she said. “Wait, where’s my phone?”
“That’s the least of our worries right now Bethany,” you said calmly. “What we should be focusing on is how to get back home.”
“But how did we get here?” Martha asked. “Maybe we can get back the same way.”
“Maybe we’re all in a coma,” Bethany said.
“All of us a coma. Together. That’s not what happened.” You rolled your eyes.
“Well it’s a possibility. You never kn—.” Bethany was cut off as a giant hippopotamus grabbed her.
“Holy shit!”
“You better get in there and save her,” Fridge said to Spencer.
“I’m not going in there. You go in there!” Spencer looked terrified.
“I’m not going. I have a backpack. You don’t get in the water with a backpack on, everybody knows that!”
“Everyone shut up,” you said. “We don’t know if she’s going to come back.”
Right as you said that, a bell sounded in the sky. You all looked up and saw Bethany falling. She landed not too far from where you were and you ran to her.
“Are you alright?” You asked.
“I guess so,” she said. “I can’t even with this place.”
“Uh, guys? I have a tattoo! My mom said she’d kill me if I ever got a tattoo.” Martha was panicking and you walked over to her.
“I have one too,” Spencer said. They were both looking at their wrists and when you looked at yours, you saw the same tattoo.
“I thought my next tattoo would be cooler,” you muttered to yourself. “Anyways, we need to figure out where and how to go home. Hopefully we can find it.”
“So you really think that we were sucked into the video game?” Bethany asked.
“Yeah,” you said with a nod.
“Well what do we do?”
“I don’t know. Does anybody have a map on them?” Everyone shook their heads and you sighed. “Alright. Let’s try to find higher ground.”
The five of you started walking when you heard a rustle in the bushes. They kept going but you stopped, eyes narrowing.
“[Y/n]?” Spencer called. “What’s wrong?”
“I thought I heard something,” you said. Just then, a hippo head came bursting out of the bushes. The others screamed but your sword was out and in the hippo’s head in a flash.
“Run!” Martha yelled. Everyone followed her instructions. You only ran when three more popped up. You knew when you were outmatched. Your avatars black hair kept getting in your face. Once you hit a stretch of dirt road, a jeep came towards you.
“Dr. Smolder Bravestone! Welcome to Jumanji!” The driver said. Wasting no time, the five of you got into the car. Martha, Bethany, and Fridge in the back, you and Spencer up front with the driver.
