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citadelspires · 4 years

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Letting Go - A Miniature Marcanne Fic

Marcy has had a crush on Anne since long before they were transported to Amphibia. She was actually hyping herself up towards finally confessing right before they were all transported. All the time she spent separated from Anne her thoughts were filled with the other girl. Every achievement and award she won, all the progress she made, all the great things she did, she wondered if Anne would be proud of her, if Anne would think she was cool now. Because of course she wants Anne to think she's cool. Cause she thinks Anne is the coolest person she knows and that's just one of the many reasons she's been crushing on her this long. So they get to the point where she finally sees Anne again and this chance to show her how much she's changed and how amazing she can be now is here, especially with the whole ant thing. She's planning on clearing out a whole ant colony all on her own it's going to be ridiculously impressive, if anything can win over her best friend it's got to be this right?

But then Anne wants to help and they don't even get to do that as just the two of them it's a whole thing with Anne's new family, and she's not sure exactly where she fits in with them, cause they work so well with Anne, she's gotten so close to them, and it only reinforces for Marcy that despite all of her progress in Newtopia the one thing that hasn't changed is that she still doesn't know how to make any friends of her own, not really.

The thing that really gets to her though is the way Anne treats her the same as she always did. Like Marcy can't look out for herself in any capacity. Like she's some little kid to be looked out for. She wanted to be cool and impressive and she wanted Anne to see all her accomplishments and think better of her but she just... doesn't. And then there's a spark of hope when Anne tells her why because of course Marcy was being stupid about this of course Anne, the loveable, warm, kind, so very emotional Anne, her Anne, would be going through hell with all this even if she puts on a brave face. As Anne had been overprotective of her her thoughts had been getting more and more self-degrading, questioning why she ever thought Anne could possibly think she's cool, questioning who she really was if all this was just an act put on to impress her crush. But in this moment she hates herself most for questioning her best friend even for a moment.

She thinks they're okay after that. She thinks everything is gonna be better now that Anne is here.

She never considers that Anne would be the one who decided to leave her.

After all that time apart. After everything they had been through together before the music box and now apart in Amphibia and finally brought back together again and those words play in her head like a sick joke and Marcy just wants to scream or cry or something because she needs things to make sense. Her world is about making sense. Even in a fantastical frog world she got magically transported to by a mystical music box there are rules and science and she can study it all and understand every last detail but the one thing in all the world that she's never understood is Anne and maybe that's why Anne has always been so amazing to her but it's also what hurts the most.

She had been so excited at the prospect of taking on this grand adventure with her best friend. A quest just like the ones she had always read about or played out in video games and tabletop campaigns. Or at least would have played out in tabletop campaigns if she'd had anyone to play them with. But now she doesn't have to worry about players or fantasy cause it's real and it's everything she's ever wanted and she knows Anne won't be quite as excited as she is because this was never her kind of thing and Marcy knew that of course she did, but she wasn't ready for this spike of excitement and joy and everything she hadn't felt since getting sent to Amphibia to suddenly turn over on her and destroy her from the inside out because it was only once she found Anne again that she realized how deeply lonely she was, living as a grand figure in the biggest city on the continent and still no one who really knew her.

But at the end of the day she loves Anne. She always will. She knows she could keep Anne here if she wanted to. If she told the other girl she had to stay and leave the Plantars to go back home Anne would do it. She already was. All Marcy had to do was say nothing. Do nothing.

Then she remembers everything Anne said about Sasha and the rage that filled her heart at the story of all the other girl had done and the pain in Anne's eyes at the horrible things that had happened between them. She never wants to be the cause of the pain in Anne's eyes.

So she lets Anne go. All the while wanting to scream out to the only girl she's ever let herself fall in love with the question that might make any of this make any sense.

"If you really don't want to lose me again why are you letting me go?"

#Marcanne #Marcy Wu #anne boonchuy #Amphibia #whoops I made it sad #just kidding that was on purpose #angst #light angst #or not it depends on your resilience to angst I suppose #this wasn't gonna hurt this much when I started it I cannot control myself #Lavender Ficlettes #fanfiction #fanfic #sad gay children #marcy wu is an entire mood at all times #lonliness #marcy is sad and lonely

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toonsforkicks22 · 5 years

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Just a Couple of Weirdos (Amphibia one shot)

(”Wally and Anne” was an AMAZING episode! I just had to make this!)

The one-eyed frog was exactly where Anne hoped he would be. For a frog living in squalor, his residence wasn’t too shabby. Hoisting her backpack, the human girl made her way toward the small, familiar shack. The last time she came here had been when she joined the toad guards, breaking in without consent and raiding the place. She especially remembered how this had been the same place where she first acted in compassion, which slowly resulted in earning the town’s respect.

As she knocked on the door, nervousness crept into her mindset. It was like hanging out with a new friend for the first time; and if Anne recalled, that moment happened rarely back home.

She forced down a lump in her throat as the door swung open. Two eyes, one closed, stared back at her with surprise and awe.

“Annabelle?” Wally exclaimed.

“H-hey,” the human greeted somewhat shyly, not even bothering to correct him on the given nickname. She actually kind of liked it. “How’s it going, Wally?”

“Oh, well, I’m good,” the musical amphibian responded, still a bit taken by the unexpected visit. “What brings you here, love? Wait, don’t tell me those toads are back!” he expressed anxiously.

“No, no! There’s no toads! Just me!” Anne assured, giving a gentle smile.

Wally gazed at her momentarily. The look of amazement was not lost on his face. _______

Anne sat on an old wooden chair that had probably been discarded at some point. It still held well as Anne leaned against it. The tea cup provided to her may or may not have been from the remains of a broken family’s home; still, it was in good condition. The tea itself, Anne specifically remembered was from the Grub N’ Go, similar to the kind Hop Pop made.

Wally sat next her in another old chair, sipping his own cup.

“I got to admit, love, I never get visitors,” he explained.

“Really?” Anne asked. “Why’s that?”

“Oh, you know, seeing as the town’s local crazy person and all,” he expressed nonchalantly. “Coming here, you’d think it’ll be the nuthouse.”

“That’s not true,” she insisted. “This place is really nice. It reminds me of the clubhouse I’ve always wanted to have back home. But the other kids thought it was pretty weird, and my friends told me it was kind of childish.”

“Nonsense!” Wally cackled. “Those kids probably don’t know real fun even if it stung them in the eye!”

Anne chuckled. “You know I wish there was someone like you back home. Always, optimistic, not caring what anyone else thinks...”

“And maybe someone who could make you feel you don’t need to impress everyone?” Wally suggested, glancing at her knowingly.

“What?” she said with a forced laugh. “What makes you think that?”

“Love, I know it’s not any of my business,” he began, giving her a serious, worrisome look. It reminded Anne so much of the expressions Hop Pop would give her if she was ever in the midst of danger. “But I get the distinct feeling you had to pull yourself one way and not being able to do things your way.”

“What? Of course not!” she insisted. “I mean, the other kids-”

“Make you feel bad about yourself and you got to aim to please in order to fit in,” he cut in gently. “Am I right?”

Anne couldn’t say anything. How was it that this guy of all people could actually have the intelligence of a psychiatrist? Heck, he did a better job than any of the counselors at school could even accomplish!

She never thought a conversation with the local looney person could ever be this serious. But if her adventure with him to find the mysterious moss man was any indication, she and Wally weren’t that different.

A gentle hand made its way to Anne’s, and she looked over at Wally. The one-eyed frog gave her a sympathetic look, with a smile to match. Anne couldn’t help but smile back. A month ago, he along with the rest of Wartwood had seen her as a freak. The mean comments that would make an online message board look peaceful, the lack of respect, and not to mention how Wally called her and Sprig’s friendship as ‘disgusting’.

Anne remembered how much she just wanted to go home and leave these ill-mannered jerks behind. But then she saw how vulnerable they were during the toads’ visit. And despite how she had been treated, Anne still looked out for them.

Oh, how things have changed since then. Wartwood saw her as one of their own. Anne felt closer to the town than she ever dared believe.

To think she initially saw Wally as deadbeat, moronic, and above all too crazy to hang around. Spending this time with him made her realize what an artistic, sweet, passionate, caring, and selfless person he was. Not to mention he had great hair under that hat of his. If it wasn’t for the age and species difference, he would have made for an entertaining student at her school. Maybe Sasha and Marcie would have liked him. Or maybe they wouldn’t. If the latter, Anne wouldn’t have allowed their opinions get in the way of her friendship with him.

All these thoughts made Anne realize that she never had a conversation this deep before. In fact, she had never opened up to Sprig like this, and he was her best friend!

Come to think of it, she didn’t even tell Sprig where she was going. She had been too set on visiting Wally, she forgot.

Oh, well, maybe it wasn’t too bad. _______

Sprig opened the door leading his best friend’s room, a wide grin on his face.

“Hey, Anne!” he called excitedly. “Want to see some drawings I made? They’re all inspired by Suspicion Island! One of them is a character I made up who would totally fit into the variety of characters on the show. Also, spoiler alert, he’s a competitor for Chad.”

His only response was silence.

“Anne?” he called again. He turned on the mushroom lamp, seeing an empty bed.

“Anne went out, Sprig,” Hop Pop called from the kitchen, reading a book. “Had something to do, I think.”

“Oh, I guess that’s okay,” Sprig said nonchalantly.

Five seconds passed and-

Sprig kicked the front door open with his foot before hopping off.

“How could she go off without me?” he exclaimed frantically as he left the farm. “Maybe something bad happened and I was too occupied to notice! Anne! Anne! ANNE!”

“Clingy much?” Polly muttered while reading on the couch. _______

Meanwhile, Wally and Anne were taking a stroll through the woods. The former allowed his accordion to be used on account of how well Anne was doing with it. Not to mention the song she thought at the top of her head sounded wonderful.

“Now I find myself in the wild unknown, with the frogs and toads, and I’m far from home,” the human sang aloud in rhythm with the accordion. “But there’s so much here to discover! One leap after another! Hop into the adventure! Gotta ribbit, ribbit, jump on it!”

”That was beautiful, love!” Wally encouraged. “Is that all you got?”

“Not really sure about the rest of the words,” she responded sheepishly. “I got to work on that. But, man, I never thought accordions could be so much fun. Back home my friends would think instruments like these were lame. I was too scared to sign up for a music club because of that.”

“Oy, you really got to stop listening to what they think, Anne,” Wally insisted. “Real friends wouldn’t drive their opinions into your brain like a nail on wood. Are you sure this Sasha and Marcie are your friends?”

A bit taken aback by such a question, Anne merely shrugged. “Well, yeah, of course. I mean, it’s not like they pressured me to do something stupid or whatever...” she added, swallowing a lump in her throat afterward.

“I’ll take your word for it,” he promised, although deep down he was certain that wasn’t the entire truth. But he wouldn’t press the kid.

Soon the two were exploring the forest. They gathered berries, took pictures on Anne’s phone, and even ran for their lives from some giant predator. Wally never had this much fun before in his life!

When it was time for lunch, the two found a shady area under a tree. Wally was surprised Anne made him a special meal called an ‘omelette’.

“No one’s ever cooked for me before,” he said as she placed the plate on his lap. “This ain’t pity because I live in squalor, is it?”

“Of course not,” she insisted. “Besides, sometimes friends cook for friends.”

Wally tasted her cooking, and his eyes immediately widened. “Goodness! This tastes better than whatever scraps I can get together and boil it in water!” He took another bite. “You cook for your friends back home too?”

Anne’s smile fell. “Well, not really. My friend’s don’t really trust my cooking abilities. And they don’t even eat Thai food either.”

“Don’t eat your foreign cuisines?” Wally gasped. “That’s rubbish! Why, if it weren’t for your culinary uniqueness, Stumpy’s would have been already closed!”

“Aww, thanks,” she said, touched.

As they ate, Anne felt a drop on her head. She looked up and noticed that gray clouds were forming.

“Shoot! It’s raining!” she exclaimed.

Soon enough the duo were running out of the forest as the pouring began. With the Plantar house much farther than Wally’s, the one-eyed frog allowed her to stay for the night.

Sitting on a clot laid out just for her, Anne glanced from her phone over at Wally. The older being stood in front of a chipped mirror nailed to the wall, then took off his hat. Anne couldn’t help but be amazed by how gorgeous his hair was. She was surprised he even had hair; she still remembered how surprised she had been when she found out Sprig had hair.

Whistling a merry tune to himself, Wally began to comb his nightly blue locks. In some way, Anne had to admit that for a frog with one eye closed, he looked pretty handsome.

“I really hope Sprig and the Plantars don’t freak out that I’m gone,” Anne said as Wally laid his cot next to hers. _______

Meanwhile, back at the Plantar residence, Hop Pop had to carry a wet, muddy Sprig back inside the house. The kid had been practically terrorizing all of Wartwood trying to find Anne. “Dang it, Sprig!” the old frog sighed as he put him down. “I’m just as worried about Anne, but you didn’t have to tear the whole valley inside out!”

Sprig wiped the mud off his face. “How could Anne just go without me? Do I mean nothing to her?”

“Cling-yyyyyy...” Polly sang. _______

“I’m sure they won’t get too upset that you’re gone for one night,” Wally assured. “Although I wonder how your family from wherever you came from must be feeling right now.”

It took a moment for Anne to realize he was referring to her actual home. “Oh, yeah, I hope my parents are doing okay. It’s been more than a month. Can’t imagine the trouble they’re going through just to find out where I’ve gone off.”

“Hey, I’d be fretting too if you were my kid,” Wally remarked. “Probably tear the whole valley inside out just to find you.”

Anne couldn’t help but blush at that. The more she gotten to know the oddball frog, the more she realized just how golden his heart was.

“What about your parents?” she asked. “I remember, in the song, you promised your dad you would find the person who killed him or something and defeat with, I think, the sound of music or something?”

“Oy, you were actually listening?” Wally exclaimed in astonishment.

“Yeah,” Anne said, giving him a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry about your dad. I can see just how important this accordion is to you.” She glanced over at said instrument, remembering how those toad warriors nearly took it away from him for good that day.

“Oh, thanks, love,” he responded, touched. “Yeah, my parents were decent people. I admit our living situation was no better than this, put still, we pulled through. Lost my mum when I was no older than you. My dad, during my late teens. You know, if they were around today, he would have liked you. Even though you’re a human.”

“And I guess my parents would have definitely liked you too,” Anne said. “Even though you’re a talking frog.”

Both laughed before calming down.

“You now, Wally, after that adventure we had looking for the moss man...” she began carefully, looking at her phone, sliding through pictures of her life back home. “I can’t help but think about what you said. About being in a new place, meeting new people, being the person you want to be without letting judgment control you.” She lowered her phone. “That was really good advice, you know.”

“I got to admit that Wartwood has become something interesting since you arrived,” the one-eyed frog replied. “Can’t imagine what this place will be like once you leave.”

As soon as he said that, Anne’s heart felt heavy. All month she had been thinking about home, back to her old life and with humanity itself. But as she adjusted here, she could barely remember what she was even living at all back in her world.

Here in this valley, she gotten to experience a whole new culture, meet new faces, and even admit that she loved the bug-based dishes. Not to mention just how colorful this world was compared to the dreary, grayish town she grew up in back home.

She couldn’t imagine what her life will be once she left Wartwood.

“Thing is, Wally,” she sighed. “That’s the issue I’ve been dealing with. Like...part of me doesn’t want to leave.”

The adult frog looked over her in surprise.

“I mean, I do miss home, but this place has been like home! And I don’t want to leave Sprig, the Planters, Wartwood, especially you, Wally!”

“Well, that makes me want to tear up just a bit,” he expressed, although calmly.

“I mean, look how much we’ve bonded in just two days,” Anne added. “I don’t want to leave that. Any of this. Sure, you guys were a bunch of jerks in the beginning, but look what we’ve all been through together. I’m not afraid to admit that you guys really mean a lot to me. And it kills me inside every time I think about the day I’ll have to leave.”

Although Anne was breaking inside, she forced herself not to tear up. Wally sensed this and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, Anne, I appreciate you feel that way about us,” he said gently. “And no doubt we’ll all be sad the day you go.” Then he gave her a warm smile. “But hey, if you managed to come here...who says you can’t come here again?”

She stared at him. “You really think that’s possible, Wally?”

“Well, why not?” he chuckled. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll be able to have the best of both worlds! Then that way we’ll always be together!”

Anne couldn’t help but smile at the thought. For as long as she had been in Wartwood, there were so many things she wanted to share about her world. Maybe if what Wally said was right, she could completely change this place for the better, make it more innovated with her 21st century knowledge.

“The best of both worlds sounds amazing,” she said with a yawn.

Wally watched as her eyes slowly closed, laying onto her cot. The phone slid out of her grasp right next to her waist.

He chuckled softly as he draped a blanket over her.

“Nice kid,” he sighed before going to sleep himself. ------------

So what do you think? I hope for more episodes featuring Anne and Wally!

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