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Welcome to the Jungle-’Fridge’ Johnson-Chapter 5

Summary: Today was supposed to be a normal day at school for Emily Gilpin. Wake up. Walk to school with her adopted brother, Spencer. Go home. Read. Except what happens when her and four other people, including her brother Spencer, get detention? The day gets a whole lot weirder. Starting with: Getting sucked into a video game.

Warnings: Language, Bullying (Reference to Incent-Solely for Bullying-Not True), Violence, Fluff, Video Game Deaths

Words: 4,610

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Third Person POV

The group is walking through the crowd in the Bazaar again, but this time Bethany is leading them with the map.

“So keep your eyes peeled for an elephant, I guess? That’s like the next level of the game?” She asks, but stops in her tracks when the sound of motorcycles enter her ears.

One of the men gets off their bikes and slams someone against the wall. Spencer’s eyes widen and he immediately turns around, running through the crowd of people. One of the NPC’s spots Bethany and calls out, angrily.

“Hey!”

“Run!” She calls out before turning around and gently pushes Emily backward into Martha.

“Shit!” Emily screams out before they all start running.

They push through people left and right, trying to get away from what they think are Van Pelt’s men. The crowd around them screams out when being pushed but they don’t pay them any mind. Since Bethany is somehow in front, she tries to warn the three behind her about the fallen baskets blocking their path.

“Jump!” She says, skipping over them before running again.

“Jump!” Martha calls out to the last two.

When Emily tries to jump over it, Fridge pushes her forward causing her to almost fall.

“Go, go, go!” He says, trying to help her.

“I’m trying!” She snaps, running once again.

Since Spencer ran before any of them, he gets blocked by an equally large, bald man with a long beard. The man smirks at him before Spencer decides to speak.

“I have to warn you...I think I’m a very strong puncher.”

The man ignores him and throws a punch in his direction.

“Parry.” He says, moving away from the punch.

He smiles slightly, remembering this is a video game. He played Mortal Kombat this morning and fighting in video games is almost exactly the same. Each punch the man throws at him, he blocks, saying what he would say if he was playing his game.

“Parry. Parry. Evade. Block.” He says, throwing his arm up to stop the punch before smirking. “Uppercut.”

He uppercuts the guy forcing him through the bamboo ceiling above him. The group catches up to him after he defeats a couple more guys using almost the exact same routine.

“Punch. Wall toss!” Spencer says, grabbing the man by the arm and pant leg, throwing him against the wall to their left.

“That is insane.” Bethany says, intrigued by what they just saw.

Emily rolls her eyes and grabs the bow off her back before running after her brother. She grabs an arrow and shoots it at a man that her brother didn’t see. Another man pops out of nowhere and starts throwing knives, missing Spencer completely. When one is thrown directly at Fridge’s face, Spencer grabs it an inch from contact.

Fridge gasps loudly and Spencer hands the knife to him.

“Let’s do this.” He says as Fridge takes the knife.

“Do what?” He says, freaked out.

Spencer ignores him and starts walking toward the man. Emily brings her bow up and shoots another man in the chest as her brother dodges a knife slash and slams the man down.

“Put…” Fridge says, holding the knife up to Martha. “Put it in my backpack.”

Martha hands it to Bethany who opens the backpack. For the next several minutes, Spencer is defeating every Van Pelt soldier he can. He throws people through ceilings, through walls and even snaps someone’s neck, grossing the group out. A gunshot is heard causing everyone, the group and NPCs, to stop and look.

The NPCs scream out and run from the area, not wanting to be around Van Pelt. Emily wraps her bow around her again before stepping up to her brother to catch a glimpse at the man who wants to kill them. Fridge, Bethany and Martha step up slowly behind her.

“Hello, doctor.” Van Pelt smirks at the group with his own soldiers behind him. “Been a long time. I believe you have something that belongs to me.”

“We just wanna go home.” Spencer tries to say but the soldiers cock their guns, aiming them at him.

Not even a second later, a smoke grenade is dropped in front of Spencer, filling the area with a black smoke.

“Come on! Come with me! Hurry!” A voice to Emily’s left.

Spencer pushes her in the direction and the group follows quickly behind them.

“Get him!” Van Pelt snaps, forcing his soldiers to shoot into the black smoke.

The group runs through crowds of people with the mystery man leading them.

“Come on!” He calls out to them.

He makes his way down a hallway before kneeling down on the floor in front of a large grate.

“Down here.” He says, pulling it up and pushing it to the side. “Come on. Quick!”

One by one, they begin to climb down with the mystery man being last to climb down the ladder. Above them, Van Pelt’s soldiers run over the grate, thinking the group continued down the path. The mystery man jumps down the ladder and takes off his mask revealing a man who couldn’t be more than 25 years old.

He grabs a match from his pocket.

“I need you to follow me and do exactly as I say.” He says, lighting a torch. “Let’s move.”

He starts walking down the hallway nearby and the group quickly follows behind him.

“Oh, my God, you guys. I am so stoked you are here.” He says, leading the way. “You have no idea.”

“You are?” Bethany speaks up.

“So stoked. I mean, I saw you guys in the bazaar and I thought to myself, no way! And, I, then I was like, yeah that’s totally.” He says before quickly cutting himself off. “Backs against the wall!”

They quickly listen to him as large spikes fly through the air, barely missing all of them.

“Oh my goodness!” Martha squeals.

Emily looks down the path to see a skeleton who has already died from the spikes at one point or another.

“Let’s keep moving.” Mystery man says before continuing down the hall before entering another room. “Watch your step in here.”

“Who are you?” Martha speaks up since she’s right behind him.

“Yeah, and who do you think we are?” Fridge calls out so the man can hear him.

“Right. Sorry, okay, my bad. Let me backup a little here.”

“Wait, are you the pilot?” Emily asks.

“Seaplane somebody?” Spencer finishes his sister's thoughts.

“Yes! Yeah! That’s me.” He confirms.

“Wait a minute, wait.” Fridge says, remembering Spencer was going to pick that name in detention. “You’re the other character that was taken. So you’re in the game too?”

Seaplane doesn’t answer but looks down at his feet.

“Stay off the white bricks. And Freeze.”

“What?” Fridge asks before looking down.

Everyone steps forward or back, depending where the white bricks are and the girls scream out when large blades almost cut them. Everyone’s, except Seaplane, hearts begin to pound hard as they can when the blades fall back down.

“So gnarly.” Seaplane chuckles before walking again.

“This game sucks.” Fridge comments.

Emily turns around and takes his hand, pulling him with her, knowing if he had the option that he would stay right where he was. Seaplane walks down another path before realizing where he is, he puts his hand up, stopping Martha from going any further. They both look down and he drops the torch into a pit, lighting up alligators before one bites the torch.

Martha gasps loudly, not knowing that is what would be below them.

“Alright. Get this plank.” He says, reaching in front of her to grab a large piece of wood.

He lays it down across the pit before walking across safely.

“Follow me and be careful. It’s a horrible way to die.” He comments before putting his hand out.

“Oh, God.” Martha says before putting a foot on the plank.

Below her, the alligators begin to roar and jump, trying to bite at her legs. She walks across, taking Seaplane’s hand to make it there in one piece and through the arch into another hallway.

“There you go.” He smiles before turning to Fridge.

He reluctantly lets go of Emily’s hand and puts one foot on the plank. An alligator jumps up and snaps, causing him to freeze in fear as a million facts start running through his head.

“Come on.” Seaplane smiles, waving him to the other side of the pit.

“I got it. I got it.” Fridge says, walking across a little faster. “I just defanged a snake, give me a little respect.”

He makes it to the other end but doesn’t exit through the arch like Martha did. He stands beside Seaplane, making sure Emily makes it across. She looks up and takes in a deep breath before putting her foot on the plank. She takes a few steps before reaching out toward Fridge. He immediately grabs her hand and helps her across.

“Thanks.” She whispers.

“Anytime.” He smiles softly before walking her over to Martha.

Now, Spencer walks across like nothing is wrong, seeing as his character is fearless, but now it’s Bethany’s turn. When she begins to cross, an alligator jumps up and misses her foot by inches causing her to scream and grab onto Seaplane’s hand, practically jumping into his arms.

“Hi there.” She says, flirting slightly.

But all Seaplane can see is an older man hitting on him.

“Hi.” He says before letting her go and walking past the group.

He turns left and opens a gate before pushing through what appears to be a rock wall. Everyone follows behind him and they see they are back in the forest. Emily smiles widely, happy to be out of that booby-trapped place. Seaplane closes the door before locking it and walks toward the group.

“Anyway, I’m Alex.” He introduces himself.

“Spencer Gilpin.” Spencer points to himself before the others. “Martha. My sister, Emily. Fridge and Bethany.”

“Bethany?” Alex says, shocked. “You’re a girl?”

“Woman.” Bethany smiles and puts her hand on her hip.

“In real life, you’d probably want to hit that.” Fridge comments, pointing to her.

Bethany smacks his arm with the back of her hand before smirking at Alex, knowing Fridge is probably right.

Alex led the group back to his hideout which happens to be a bungalow type in the middle of the forest. They are all hanging out in different areas. Martha and Spencer are sitting on a raised platform near the counter Alex was working on. Bethany is looking around the bungalow while Emily sits in a wooden lounge chair with Fridge sitting on the arm of it.

“What are you making?” Spencer asks, watching as their new friend turns off a blender.

“Margaritas.” He answers with a smile as he pours the alcoholic drink into different cups. “It’s actually one of my strengths. That and piloting, although I did get shot down by a couple orangutans in fighter jets so…maybe not that great at it. Anyway! Cheers.”

He passes out the cups to everyone, Fridge being the only one to immediately take a drink.

“Thanks.” Spencer says, taking his cup.

“Sure.” Martha says before looking at it. “I’ve never had alcohol before.”

“Me neither.” He says, staring at the yellowish liquid.

“You know what? What the hell?” She smiles.

They both take a drink before immediately spitting it back into their respective cups.

“And I’m done with that.” She says, putting the cup down on the table in front of her.

“It’s good.” Spencer lies, putting his own cup down.

“Are you gonna finish that?” Fridge asks Emily, noticing that she hasn’t taken a sip of hers.

“Nope.” She answers, holding out her cup.

He happily takes it and pours the liquid into his cup, putting hers on the table.

“Alex?” Bethany speaks up, causing him to turn around. “What’s up with all these candles?”

“Citronella. One of my weaknesses is mosquitoes which…is kind of a bummer when you live alone in an open hut in the jungle.” He says, rushing out the last part.

She giggles slightly before turning her head away, whispering to herself.

“He’s single.”

Fridge, who has gotten up to look around, speaks up again but this time to Alex.

“Who’s this?” He gestures to a carving on the banister. “Who’s Alan Parrish?”

“The guy who built this place.”

“Wait, other people have been stuck here too?” Emily asks, leaning forward in her lounge chair.

“Yeah.” He nods with a shrug. “This is Alan Parrish’s house. I’m just living in it.”

“So, Alex, tell me.” Bethany says, taking off her hat to run her fingers through her hair. “How long have you been in the game?”

“Oh, it’s tough to say.” He glances at everyone. “Time is kind of funny here. But, a few months, at least.”

“A few months?” Martha says, her eyes widening.

“Yeah, I just can’t see to make it past the transportation shed.” He leans against the counter.

“Transportation shed?” Spencer raises an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

“It’s the next level. First time, my hot-air balloon wouldn’t even take off. And then there was the whole plane thing I mentioned.” He then holds out his wrist to show his one black line. “And once I got down to my last life…I realized I was screwed. And that I was never gonna get out of here by myself. Half the stuff that came at me. I had zero way to deal with. You can’t kill a black mamba with a margarita.”

“You sure can’t.” Fridge says, putting his hand on Emily’s shoulder. “You need a zoologist for that.”

“Alex, we can help each other.” Spencer says, standing from his seat. “You’ve been here a long time, you know the game and, between us, we have a lot of strengths.”

“Yeah.” Martha smiles softly. “We’re actually pretty good together.”

“I don’t know, bro. Okay. I mess up one more time, I’m toast.” Alex sighs. “Totally freaks me out even thinking about going back to the transportation shed. I don’t wanna die in Jumanji.”

“We just gotta stick together. If we do that, we can win. I know we can.” Spencer says, trying even harder.

“Oh my god.” Emily looks up, eyes wide. “You’re our missing piece. You were the thing we needed to find.”

“So the clue was to, what, go to the bazaar to find the missing piece…” Martha says softly before looking at Alex. “It wasn’t the elephant.”

“It was me.” He says, smiling softly.

“Yeah.” Bethany smiles.

“Dudes.” He says, standing up. “Let’s do this.”

“Yeah. Let’s do this.” is echoed around until Fridge steps forward.

“Hey, Spencer, you gonna drink that margarita?”

“No…” He says, but Emily shakes her head.

“Fridge, you’re not having anymore.”

“But, Emily,” He whines slightly but she takes his cup from his hand.

“Nope. You’re cut off. We have stuff to do.”

He sighs loudly before nodding. Alex leans toward Bethany, watching the small scene.

“Are they a couple or something? Do they do this often?” He whispers as Fridge sneaks around his friend to grab Spencer’s glass anyway.

“Nope. Fridge likes her, but I have no idea if she likes him yet, but I think she does.” She answers softly, watching the ‘couple’ as she shakes her head at the dark skinned man who is now chugging the alcoholic drink. “In the video game, their characters are together.”

“I do remember one of the NPCs saying that.” He nods softly.

The group of six walk through the trees with Alex leading them to the cliff overlooking a huge field with trees and bushes. In the middle of the field is a large wooden building with a small tent in front of it. Two NPCs stand under the tent, holding two large guns. The group is too far back for the two men to be able to see them but they still hide behind bushes and pieces of broken down tree.

“There it is. The transportation shed. There’s all sorts of vehicles inside. We gotta get one, get across the canyon and get to the Jaguar statue.” Alex explains, watching the shed.

Fridge pulls out a pair of binoculars and looks at the two guys, standing under the canvas.

“Okay, I see the transportation shed.” Bethany says, looking at the map now. “I see the canyon but I still can’t see the statue which is weird ‘cause it’s like the most important thing in Jumanji and it’s huge.”

“That’s what she said.” Fridge says, lowering the binoculars before laughing out loud.

“You drunk, Fridge?” Emily asks, raising an eyebrow.

“What are you talking about?” He looks at her. “I ain’t drunk.”

“He is drunk.” Martha glances over at them.

“I had three little margaritas.” He rolls his eyes.

“Well, you’re about half your usual size.” Emily smirks at him.

“Whatever. Whatever.” He glares at her slightly but it softens when she smiles at him.

“Okay, Alex, what do we do here?” Spencer speaks up, cutting off their conversation. “How do we get past these guards?”

“Last time, I waited till they left.” He says, watching the shed.

“How long did that take?”

“Three weeks?”

“Oh, we gonna die.” Fridge says, whining as he pushes his hat up slightly.

“Okay…Plan B.”

“Maybe there’s another door somewhere. But we gotta distract those guys first.” Alex says, looking toward the group.

“I’ve got it.” Bethany grins, gesturing toward Spencer then herself. “Distracting guys is, like, the main thing I do. He plays video games, I distract guys.”

“Uh, Bethany, I hate to break it to you right now but you don’t exactly have the…” Fridge pauses, thinking of the right words. “The tool kit.”

“Not me.” She shakes her head before gesturing toward Emily and Martha. “them!”

“What?” They say in sync, confused on this part of the plan.

“You guys have to go down there and flirt with those guys…” Bethany starts, but Martha crosses her arms, ready to cut her off.

Suddenly, a large pain shoots through Emily and Fridge’s chests, causing them both to gasp loudly. Everyone turns to them, watching as they grab at their hearts as if they were having heart attacks.

“What’s going on?” Bethany asks, looking toward Spencer.

He jumps up from his spot on the ground and kneels down in front of his sister.

“Em? Are you okay?”

“Tell her to take it back.” She whispers, grabbing at his - as well as Fridge’s - arms.

Fridge grabs at hers, gasping in pain as he maneuvers to his knees, hoping it would stop the pain.

“Bethany! Take it back!” Fridge groans as he squeezes his crush’s hand.

“Take what back?” She asks, throwing her hands out. “I don’t have anything.”

“No! What you said about Emily! Take it back!” Spencer almost snaps, realizing what happened.

“Okay! Ummm, Martha, you distract them while Emily waits here!”

Almost immediately the pain stops causing the ‘couple’ to sigh and fall back against the fallen tree, panting from barely breathing through the pain.

“What just happened?” Alex raises an eyebrow, glancing between them.

“I think since their characters are dating…” Spencer starts, squeezing his sister's arm slightly. “The thought of her flirting with someone else caused them immense pain.”

“When…When Fridge died at the Bazaar, I felt a pain in my chest then too.” Emily admits, glancing toward Fridge whose eyes soften slightly.

He squeezes her hand softly, saddened by the thought that because of a bite of cake, he caused her pain. It must not have been as bad as what they just endured because she didn’t bring it up earlier, but it still saddens him that he made her feel even just a small amount of pain.

“I-I’m sorry!” Bethany says, putting her hands on her manly chest. “I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay.” She says, looking up at her as she squeezes Fridge’s hand. “Just…No more.”

“Okay, no making Emily or Fridge cheat on each other.” Spencer says, biting his lip to hide his laughter. “And, yes. Flirting counts as cheating. According to the game.”

She playfully smacks her brother’s arm before looking back up at the girls.

“Back to your plan, what was it before we almost had heart attacks?” She says, wanting the conversation to shift.

“Oh!” Bethany says, turning around to look at Martha. “You have to go down there and flirt with those guys and hold their attention while we sneak in.”

“No!” The red-head crosses her arms. “I can’t just go over there and flirt with some weird soldiers I don’t even know.”

“I know, girl but right now we don’t have a better idea. Emily can’t do it so you’re our last hope.”

“You don’t understand…” She says before lowering her voice, forcing Bethany to step toward her. “I actually can’t do it. I can’t talk to guys. I’m terrible at it.”

“I can give you some pointers.”

“No, I’m sorry. We-We have to come up with another plan. I’m not…No.” She shakes her head and walks away from the group slightly.

Spencer stands up from his spot in front of his sister to walk over to her. Fridge stands up from his spot on the ground before helping Emily stand since their hands are still connected. Bethany pats her arm before walking to stand beside Alex, who is still slightly confused by what happened but they all watch the shy kids talk.

“Martha, you just have to distract them long enough for us to get to the shed.” Spencer says, trying to talk her into the plan.

“I really don’t think I can Spencer, I’m not…” Martha sighs. “Like, I’m not actually some badass girl.”

“What are you talking about?” He raises an eyebrow. “You’re a total badass. You could do anything.”

She blushes and looks up at him, causing him to smile widely. They both chuckle before looking down slightly, realizing how close they were.

“That’s beautiful, Spencer.” Fridge whispers to capture their attention.

They look up to see Fridge and Emily still holding hands, but closer to them than they were before with Alex and Bethany watching in the background.

“Why don’t I just go ahead and set you guys up with a nice candlelight dinner.” Fridge continues, but in his normal voice. “Or do you guys wanna get the hell out of here?”

“Alright.” Martha says, determination in her voice. “Show me how it’s done.”

“Class is in session.” Bethany says, walking over toward her. “Come on, girl. Watch and learn.”

Together, they walk into the trees, far enough away that they can have their ‘class’ but close enough that they can hear if the others needed help. Fridge and Emily walk back over to the fallen down tree before they let each other's hands go. He feels his face become warmer from their exchange but he quickly brings up his binoculars to hide the pink tint on his cheeks.

Spencer smiles at the two girls as they walk through the trees before he rushes over to his sister and old friend.

“Hey, what did you mean by that candlelight-dinner thing?” He asks, lowering his voice so Martha can’t hear him.

“What?” Fridge raises an eyebrow.

“You said it, me and Martha, candlelight dinner. What does that even mean?” He asks again.

“The girl was into you, Spencer.” He says, as if it was obvious.

“What?!” Spencer says, his voice booming before he falls to his butt in shock.

Emily immediately sits up and looks over the log to see the two soldiers still walking around, having not heard him. Fridge shakes his head and stands up from his spot before holding his hand out to help her up. She raises an eyebrow and takes it, allowing him to take her to another part of the area.

“Everything okay?” She asks when they’re far enough away.

“Yeah…” He says, rubbing the back of his neck with the hand that’s not holding hers. “I was just…I was just wondering if you were okay? After what happened?”

“Oh! Yeah, I’m fine now.” She says, dropping his hand in embarrassment before crossing her own.

“Did it…Did it feel like that in the Bazaar?” He asks, looking up at her slightly, despite their height difference to be barely an inch.

“Um, not as bad. It was like a sharp pain more than anything.” She shrugs.

Trying to lighten the mood, Fridge chuckles, saying, “Told you you can’t get rid of me.”

She laughs and playfully smacks at his arm. “Shut up.”

They both burst into laughter for a few seconds before slowing down. After a moment, he smiles softly.

“I’m sorry that happened.”

“It’s okay, Fridge.” She shrugs with her own smile.

“You used to call me Anthony. Hell, you were the only one to call me Anthony.” He says, biting the inside of his lip. “Why did you start calling me Fridge?”

She looks away slightly before admitting, “You stopped being friends with me and Spencer so I started treating you as if you weren’t my friend, hence being called Fridge.”

“I liked it when you called me Anthony.” He whispers slightly before looking at her.

“You did?” She raises an eyebrow. “I thought it was against your ‘cool, football guy’ persona.”

“Well, around you, I was different. I wasn’t Fridge, the football guy. I was Anthony, the guy that snuck out so we could watch the stars at 14 years old.” He shrugs.

“R-really?”

“Yeah.” He smiles slightly. “I was able to be myself with you.”

Emily licks her bottom lip and bites it softly. She remembers exactly what happened that night. That was the same night they both had their first kiss. They never spoke about it again which made them both think that the other wasn’t interested, which is why they never actually started dating before he became the ‘football star’.

Fridge’s heart starts pounding as he looks at her, realizing how close they had gotten. He bites the inside of his cheek before looking into her eyes. Before they can lean closer, Spencer rushes over and stands next to his sister, but in front of his old friend.

“Do you really think she likes me?”

The ‘couple’ jumps apart and looks up at him. Fridge sighs, slightly angry he ruined their moment.

“Why are we still talking about this?”

“I mean, what if she tries to kiss me?” Spencer continues, ignoring his question.

“That’s what I was trying to do.” He mumbles, causing Emily to blush at his words but his old friend doesn’t catch it.

“What?”

“Then you just kiss her back, man.” He says a little louder with a soft sigh.

“What if she tries to kiss me, like…like…Like, without warning?” He asks, glancing toward the girls who are still in the middle of their ‘flirting class’.

“What are you talking about?” Emily tilts her head, slightly confused.

Fridge raises an eyebrow. “Have you ever kissed anyone?”

“Don’t…You gonna tell the whole jungle?” Spencer says, loudly as he throws out his arms.

Emily’s eyes widen, hearing her brother's unspoken admittance. She admitted to him, when they were younger, that she had her first kiss, but she never told him who, so he knew she had hers but she never thought that he wouldn’t have had his.

“Hey, guys.” Alex says, running up to them. “Guys, I found a side door! Over here.”

“Guess what I found.” Fridge says with a smirk as he grabs Emily’s hand to pull her along with them.

“No, no, no!” Spencer says, following them. “Don’t tell him!”

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