𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢: 𝔈𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱
A/n: None. But enjoy, and let me know if anything concerns you or if you want to comment on what you want to! Also, here's a little triggering warning: Slight!Swearing and Death
"This is only the beginning of the adventure. And it'll be rough..."
In the quiet town of Mandela County, nestled in the heart of Wisconsin, an ordinary night was about to turn extraordinary. The sky above shimmered with stars, casting a serene glow over the peaceful landscape. Unbeknownst to the residents, a celestial event was set to unfold.
Far beyond the Earth's atmosphere, a mysterious figure hurtled through space like a shooting star. As it descended towards the planet, the figure's form blurred against the backdrop of the cosmic canvas. The speed was tremendous, and the trajectory seemed to be heading straight for Mandela County.
In the outskirts of the town, a luminous streak streaked across the night sky, catching the attention of those who happened to glance upwards. The celestial body's descent intensified, leaving a dazzling trail in its wake. As it approached the Earth, the figure seemed to gain consciousness, aware of its imminent collision with the surface.
*𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐎𝐌!!*
With a resounding crash, the celestial being struck the ground, causing a shockwave that rippled through the quiet landscape. The impact left a deep crater in its wake, surrounded by startled wildlife and curious onlookers who had felt the tremor.
In the midst of the wreckage, the figure lay still for a few moments. Then, with a subtle movement, it began to stir.
Who is she?
It was revealed to be a young female teen wearing a white cybersuit that protected her from crash-landing. "𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡… 𝐎𝐅𝐅." She commanded.
*𝐏𝐒𝐒𝐇!*
*𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊!*
The suit, from bottom to top, began retracting within its armor until it had slid between her headphones.
She gasped and coughed for air as she took in a deep breath of the cold night. The girl sighed and groaned in annoyance as she took off her headphones. She looked at the top of her prop, and she sighed, seeing that one of her antennas had gone missing.
"...You've got to be kidding me. Now I can't go back...!" She groaned, puffing her cheeks as she wrapped the electronic around her neck. The girl looked at the night sky where she came before trying to stand up. "Wait... how the hell did you get here, Clean Bubbles?" She questioned to herself, rubbing her skull from the throbbing pain.
You might think that would've been an odd name for a child like her.
It is.
So deal with it.
GOT IT!?
Good. Good to know.
Now back to the story--
Her vision momentarily flashed as she witness what had happened before she fell from space.
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The throbbing pain in her head gradually subsided, and as she gathered her surroundings, the memories of her past began to blend with the present. Bits and pieces of happy moments flooded her mind - laughter echoing through a cozy living room, the aroma of home-cooked meals, and the warmth of her family's embrace.
In those fleeting moments, she saw her older sister, a beacon of support and friendship. Their shared secrets, late-night conversations, and the bond that only siblings could understand brought a smile to her face.
Then, her memories shifted to her mom, a figure of comfort and unconditional love. The scent of freshly cooked eggs and rice wafted through the kitchen, and the image of her mother's gentle smile filled her heart with warmth.
Next, her dad appeared, the sturdy pillar of guidance and protection, in her memories. A flashback of playing catch in the backyard and his reassuring presence during tough times played like a cherished home video.
However, amidst the joyous memories, a sudden jolt disrupted the tranquility. The scenes morphed into the stark reality of her present predicament. She remembered sitting in her room, scrolling through Mandela Catalogue fan art and pictures on her iPad. The excitement of being part of a creative community, surrounded by the vibrant expressions of fellow fans, brought a nostalgic twinge.
But then, a mysterious portal had opened, a gateway to an unforeseen adventure. She felt the pull, the irresistible force dragging her away from the familiarity of her room, her device, and the online world she cherished.
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She gasped. As the memories unfolded, the girl was back in the quiet field of Wisconsin, but the circumstances were different. The night sky sparkled with stars, and the peaceful landscape seemed surreal after the cosmic journey she had just experienced.
"No... No, no, no, no!" Clean Bubbles's eyes widened, looking at her current environment. She summoned a flashlight, turned on its light, and shined it to a nearby sign on the road she was near at.
"Mandela County... Wisconsin!?"
Her eyes widened in horror.
"Impossible...!" Taking a deep breath, she scanned her surroundings, ensuring her arrival had gone unnoticed. "Wait- Wait--" She muttered to herself, grabbing her phone from one of the pockets of her pants and taking it out swiftly. "What date is it now..." She hummed to herself.
Opening the device, she quickly opened the Clock app and checked the Multidimensional Fandom time. She quickly selected Mandela Catalogue and looked up the current time.
Fandom: Mandela Catalogue
Place: Wisconsin
Time: 11:11 PM
Date: 1977
"...I wish I had already gone home, looking at cute fanarts of the Mandela Catalogue. Not getting trapped in an analog horror that involved being psychologically tortured by creatures that are hard to kill!" She loudly exclaimed, touching her face with frustration. She kneed her palms against her soft, lightly tan skin and the other half of her face, which felt smooth and cold.
Wait... smooth... and cold?
She paused, touching the left side of her face. She felt a crack running across and over her eye, up to her forehead. "Wait a damn minute... What the actual--!?" She turned on her camera, facing the screen towards herself.
Her jaw nearly dropped upon seeing that she had other otherworldly accessories. She had somewhat two broken halos that were being held by a halo of blue smoke. She has two large bandaged wings; one is black, and the other is white.
"Wha... When did the actual [[QUACK]] did THESE, get here!?" She screeched as she turned off her phone, questioning the existence of the otherworldly accessories.
Heavily sighing again, she took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. "It's alright, Clean Bubbles. You've got to hide this! You'll be fine! It's only because as long as your body and mind feel like you're in danger, EVERYTHING. WILL. BE. PERFECTLY. [[QUACK]]ING. FINE!" She made hand gestures to herself as a way to relax her nerves.
However, her nerves won't relax soon... feeling an uncanny and otherworldly presence behind her, as we saw strange horror whispering behind her back.
*𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓!!*
Bubbles's hand was tightly gripping on her spear-staff she summoned out of thin air, stabbing an Alternate. The weapon gave off a soft blue glow before the creature melted into a black puddle. She watched as a small ball of light appeared over the black puddle before shooting into outer space. "Well... I suppose I could try and change everything until I could find the antenna I needed." She emotionlessly said, gripping her weapon tightly.
Amid the wreckage, she stood alone, her dark brown-colored eyes sparkling from the reflection of the stars, shimmering under the moonlight. The missing antenna remained a nagging reminder of her disrupted connection to the familiar. Determination flickered in her eyes as she pondered the mysteries that awaited her in Mandela County. The journey had just begun, and with each step, she would attempt to turn the tides of fate and find her missing piece to return home.
Sadly, her wish would bring more stress to her than she thought it would ever. It would wear down her hopes... and sanity.
This is only the beginning of the adventure. And it'll be rough...
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