(jumanji)

     NEW FACES;

     martha when i... was first put into the game, jumanji.

     "guys, guys! why do i sound like this?" a very tall, buff man said as he dropped in the new land. "where's my hair?" he continued to examine his new body upon the rest of the group entering the game. they came down screaming, hitting the ground harshly.

     i looked around at the new faces. 'i was just with my friends! where are my friends?' i thought. i continued to look around, noticing i was now in... a jungle. how the hell did i end up in a jungle?

     "what kinda stupid ass..." a short man started, before looking around more. he had a backpack that was practically the size of him, and was dressed for a safari, hat and everything. "who are you?" he questioned to a man that towered over everyone.

     "who are you?" the buff man shot back. i looked around to see a redheaded girl in a crop top and short shorts, being the only other one here so far. she looked at me for some time before looking back over to the two talking.

     "who is she?" The short guy asked looking at the girl with red hair. "and who are they?" he asked, pointing to me.

     "who are you guys?" the girl shot back. i just watched before saying, under my breath, 'what's going on?' the only one who heard was the tall guy.

     "okay, what they hell is going on—" the short guy started, before getting hit by a flying man.

     "oh, my god!" I screamed, cowering back into the redheaded girl. "sorry..." i mumbled.

     "it's all right." she smiled wearily.

     "what's wrong with my voice, where am i?" the new guy called out, still crushing the short guy.

     "hey, i think your crushing shorty!" i called out sarcastically, hearing the muffled voice underneath the larger man. the redhead smiled, chuckling a little.

     "oh... oh! sorry, my bad!" he said, standing up quickly.

     "yeah, it is your bad!" the short man yelled, clearly frustrated.

     we all started taking everything in. ourselves, the place around us, each other, completely confused. the short man continued to ramble, as usual. 'ha, he's just like fridge' i thought to myself, chuckling under my breath.

     "fridge?" the tall guy questioned aloud.

     "are you some kind of mind reader?" i asked, staring at the man in question. he just looked at me confused.

     "yeah, i'm fridge, who are you guys?" 'wait... what?' i looked around to see recognition on everyone's faces at the name 'fridge'.

     "i'm spencer." the tall guy said.

     "what?" fridge and i asked in unison.

     "the hell you are, what is going on? huh?" fridge rambled. 'yeah... that is definitely fridge'.

     "i think... we're in the game..." spencer concluded.

     "excuse me!"

     "what are you talking about?"

     "wait... that actually might make sense... kind of, in some weird... twisted way?" i said, as i looked around.

     "i don't know how, i think w— we got like... sucked into the game!" spencer continued, looking at each of us. "and we've become the avatars that we chose! so it's me! spencer, and yet i look like dr. smoulder bravestone."

     "ahh spencer, always the nerd to figure things out." i smiled, sounding like my character.

     "y/n?" spencer asked hesitantly.

     "the one and only." i nodded.

     it wasn't long before fridge flipped out, yelling. "you're telling me that you're spencer? and you... are y/n?"

     "yes." spencer replied.

     "precisely." i smiled, a little too cheery for the given situation. the redheads smile grew after finding out who i was.

     "that's it! fridge! i'm spencer... which means you're moose... finbar?" he questioned. "it says it right there on your vest! and...martha?" he said pointing to the redhead.

     "yeah..." she replied hesitantly.

     "you're ruby roundhouse! and... y/n, you're agent river ember!" he started putting the pieces together. "and bethany! you're professor shelly oboron... only shelly must be short for sheldon." he concluded.

     "what are you talking about?" beth said in a high pitched voice.

     "we... are... in... a... game." i said, clapping between each word.

     "oh, y/n, always one to point out the obvious." fridge mumbled.

     "spencer just talked about the obvious for a minute straight and your complaining to me?" i argued.

     "enough!" spencer interrupted.

     "oh, my god... oh, my god... he's right... spencer's right." martha panicked.

     "and you're spencer... y— you?" beth pointed to the tall man.

     "yes, guys! it's me! i'm spencer! ahh!" he screamed at the sound of a bird.

     "yep, that's spencer." fridge said. i chuckled along with him.

     "that means i... i'm..." beth started to speak, before realization hit her.

     "oh no." i mumbled to martha who nodded.

     "no! i'm an overweight middle aged man..." she sighed, as we all nodded our heads.

     *gif* i looked over to see martha holding her arms around herself. "hey, martha, you okay?" i asked concerned, looking at my friend.

     "yeah— yeah. just a little weird. do you... think we'll get out of here?"

     "of course i do, as long as we try to get out. come on, the others are waiting." i smiled. she smiled, blushing at the ground.

     "okay."