One & 1/2 Heroes : "Now What?"
“That just doesn’t make sense. It’s like… like a plot from bad fanfiction. It can’t…”
“What’s fanfiction?”
“Seriously? You don’t know what fanfiction is? Where have you been living? Under a rock?”
“Trapped in a crystal prison for who knows how long. Remember?”
“Ah, yeah. Right. Well, we’re not fused.”
“Okay, then, if you're so smart… what happened?”
“I have a concussion. I’m unconscious right now, and this is all some strang… OW!” Jaune yelped when his right hand pinched his right cheek. “What the hell was that for!”
“Yep, totally unconscious and dreaming.”
Jaune crossed his arms over his chest, and then paused. Slowly he looked down. He squinted one eye closed as if trying to figure something out. Something that wasn’t obvious to his eyes, due to his now extremely baggy “Pumpkin Pete” Collector’s hoodie.
“Jaune?”
Jaune uncrossed his arms, and grabbed the front of his chest. His vivid blues eyes shot wide open. Removing his hands as if he had just burned them, he reached up and grabbed the collar of his hoodie, pulling it away from his body, so he could look straight down to his chest. Releasing his hold on his hoodie Jaune looked up, his face ghostly pale.
“Jaune?”
“Boobs…”
“Excuse me? Did you just say boobs?”
“I have boobs… I have… I need to sit down.” Jaune didn’t do much other than collapse ass first to the rocky ground, and sit there limply, a faraway glassy look taking over his eyes.
“I don’t get it? I’m a girl, so of course I have breasts… Jaune? Are you okay?”
“I’m scared… really scared right now.” Jaune muttered.
“Scared about what?”
“What if it’s gone?” Jaune whimpered…
“What if what is gone?”
“IT! What if IT is gone!” Jaune started to sniffle, tears welling up in his eyes.
“I’m still not following. What are you talking about?”
Without answering, Shantae, Jaune reached down and cupped his groin. Instantly, the tears began to roll down his cheeks, as he started to sob uncontrollably. Going limp, Jaune collapsed to his side and fainted.
“Jaune?” Shantae shouted, “Jaune!”
He didn’t respond and just lay on his side like a boned fish. Shantae focused, she knew she could control the body they shared, so she made him move. It was much easier that when he was fully conscious, and soon she was on her feet and looking about the cave.
“I have no idea what’s got you so bent out of shape, but if you’re going to be useless, then I might as well see where we are, and figure out what to do.” Looking about, she noticed that the space they were in was rather dingy and dark, so she extended an arm above her head. “Let’s see if I can lighten up the area.”
A flame sprung to life in her hand, casting flickering shadows all about her. Shantae looked about, the place was rather average. Though she could make out evidence of possible ruins, or at least square stone blocks that could not be natural, though the scraps of what looked like broken pottery was also telling her that this place wasn’t totally natural.
“Okay. Jaune said he fell, so there must be… there it is.” Shantae smiled as she found the hole Jaune must have come through. It was a good fifteen feet or so above her. “I think, if my magic is working, that maybe my transformation dances would also… I hope.”
Extinguishing the flame, she set about trying to decide what to do about all the clothes and gear that lay scattered about her feet. While she wanted to just leave it all, she had a feeling, especially when he eyes fell upon the sword and shield… that Jaune would be really heart-broken if they were left behind.
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