𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 | 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢

𝐕. 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩

The wind whipped her hair in front of her eyes, but as Roni quickly pried it away, she almost wished that she hadn't. She fell from who knew how high and could feel as the trees that tried to soften her fall scratched and clawed at her arms and legs. She was certain that her legs should've snapped upon impact with the ground, but they didn't.

Her eyes looked around in alarm. She wasn't alone and she wasn't sure if that was better or worse as she was surrounded by strangers. She tried to adjust her leather jacket, a habit when uncomfortable, before realizing that something was wrong. Sure she was still wearing a leather jacket, but it wasn't hers. Nothing she was wearing was hers.

"Who are you?" the tall, large man to her right asked as he gestured to the others.

"Who are you?" Roni crossed her arms and asked.

"Who is she?" the shorter man across from her asked rather than providing any actual answers.

"Who are you guys?" the redhead asked, pointing to each of them.

"Okay, what the hell?" the shorter man took a step forward but was smashed as another stranger landed out of the sky on top of him.

"Oh my gosh!" the overweight man scrambled to his feet, "I am totally suing. What's wrong with my voice?"

The shorter man proceeded to shove the overweight man off of himself and dusted himself off before rising to his own feet. A look of confusion and horror crossed his face as he looked himself over. "What the hell? What happened to the rest of me? What is this? What is this on my back? What is this?"

The tall, large man seemed to make a connection. "Fridge?"

Roni's eyes widened as she looked over at the shorter man who nodded and confirmed the theory. "Yeah, I'm Fridge. Who are you?"

"I'm Spencer," he seemed to whisper.

"What?" Fridge raised an eyebrow. "The hell you are. What is going on?"

"I think..." Spencer tried to explain. "we're in the game."

"Sorry, excuse me?" the overweight man asked. "What are you talking about?"

"Somehow, I don't know how," Spencer again tried to explain, "I think we got, like, sucked into the game. And we've become the avatars that we chose. So it's me, Spencer, but yet I look and sound... like Dr. Smolder Bravestone."

Fridge cleared his throat, but it did nothing to lower his voice. "You're telling me that you're Spencer?"

"Yes, yes, yes. That's it." Spencer nodded his head. "Fridge, I'm Spencer. Which—which means you're Moose Finbar. It says it right there on your vest. And... Martha?"

"Yeah." Martha hugged her arms around her open midriff.

"You're Ruby Roundhouse." Spencer continued to point out his theories. "Veronica?"

"Roni," she corrected him between grit teeth.

Spencer raised his hands defensively and then pointed toward the only other female present, who looked extremely uncomfortable. "Bethany?"

The woman shook her head. "No... Matt..."

Everyone's eyes widened as they looked between Matt and the only other avatar that seemed to be left.

"Told you it was a girl's name," Fridge muttered under his breath.

Spencer didn't provide enough time for Matt to process what had been said. "And Bethany you're Professor Shelly Oberon. Only Shelly must be short for Sheldon."

"What are you talking about?" Bethany asked, clearly still not catching on.

Martha's eyes widened. "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh, he's right."