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raw-lesbian-energy · 1 year

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Mr. X

Summary: Anne and the Plantars go to the movies, while Caroline and the Boonchuys try to avoid being found.

Fandom: Amphibia (The Wild Soul AU)

Pairing: None

Features: Self-Insert Character

Word Count: 4,616

Warnings: None

[A/N: There are two points in this fic where Thai is spoken and I did my best with Google translate, but I am not a native speaker so I apologize if it’s not formatted correctly. I also left translations in brackets next to the sentences so those who also don’t know Thai can understand it.]

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It was a sunny afternoon at Thai Go, the Boonchuys working hard with the assistance of Caroline and the Plantars. It was only yesterday that they had been in a high speed chase with a killer frog robot, but Mr. and Mrs. Boonchuy were in surprisingly high spirits. The Plantars kept busy refilling sauce cups while Caroline mixed some ingredients, but Mr. and Mrs. Boonchuy seemed a bit more distracted.

“Is it just me, or is anyone feeling amped up since we fought the robot?” Mrs. Boonchuy said.

“Kicked that robot’s butt, you mean!” Mr. Boonchuy piped up excitedly. “Remember I was all ‘wha-pow!’ and you were like ‘choo, choo!’” Caroline and the Plantars exchanged glances, all of them understanding just what Anne’s parents were talking about.

“Sounds like you’ve caught a case of post-battle euphoria.” Hop Pop said, a knowing smile on his face.

“Nothing like a brush with death to make you feel alive!” Sprig added.

“I’ll say.” Caroline chimed in. “When I fought that robot toe-to-toe at the museum, I felt like a warrior. Until he almost crushed my ribs, that is.” Neither of Anne’s parents seemed bothered by her statement, the two of them still hyped up on their own energy.

“So what’s next?” Mrs. Boonchuy asked. “I’m ready to fight!”

“Hopefully nothing.” Anne suddenly spoke up, stepping into the kitchen from the front counter. “Unless Andrias sends another robot, we’re safe for now. So, I’m taking the Plantars to their first movie!” Mrs. Boonchuy’s expression changed to slight disappointment, but she was quick to shake it off.

“Ooh, fun.” Caroline piped up again. “What’cha gonna see?”

“Fumigator 5.” Anne replied proudly. “You wanna come?” Caroline’s face quickly turned sour.

“Ugh, pass.” She said flatly. “My mom’s in that one, which sucks because I really did like the other Fumigators.” Anne’s face went blank for a moment as she processed the young woman’s sentence.

“Still not used to the fact your parents are famous.” She said.

“Well, while you guys enjoy the movie, we’ll be ready if anything comes up!” Mr. Boonchuy spoke, drawing their attention. “I even broke out the old pull-up bar! Look!” He moved over to the bar and grabbed it, straining as he tried to pull himself up. He managed to get about halfway before the bar broke, causing him to fall back-first to the ground.

“Ahh, my back!” He exclaimed.

“Honey, be careful!” Mrs. Boonchuy said, moving to his side. Anne looked at both of them with a deadpan expression, but before she could speak, she felt someone nudge her shoulder and turned her gaze to Caroline.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on them.” The young woman told her. “You guys enjoy the movie, okay?” Anne gained a small smile at this, nodding in response. Caroline returned the smile before setting the bowl in her hands on the counter.

“Okay Mr. B,” she said, walking over to him, “let’s get you some ice.” There was a small groan from Anne’s dad in response, to which Anne gained a slightly concerned look. She quickly shook it off, however, knowing her parents would be fine with Caroline watching them.

“Alright gang,” the teen said, turning her attention to the Plantars, “it’s movie time!” The Plantars let out excited cheers in response, following Anne out the back of the restaurant where her bike was. They each hopped on as Anne kicked off, pedalling out of the lot and heading for the theatre.

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It had been about thirty minutes since Anne and the Plantars had left, and in that time, Caroline helped Mr. Boonchuy get back on his feet and assisted with the cooking. Mrs. Boonchuy manned the front counter, but the day was proving to be rather slow, so she hung out in the kitchen with the others while she waited for customers.

Ding-ding!

The sound of the front door’s bell caught the trio’s attention, and Mrs. Boonchuy headed out to the front to greet the arrival.

“Hello, welcome to Thai Go.” She said politely. The customer was a bald man in a plum-coloured suit, sporting black-rimmed glasses, a hi-tech earpiece, white pants, and tan shoes. The shoes turned out to be rollers as well, as he kicked his heels and gracefully glided up to the front counter.

“สวัสดีคุณผู้หญิง.” (Greetings, ma’am.) He said casually. Mrs. Boonchuy’s eyebrows raised in surprise.

“โอ้ คุณพูดภาษาไทยได้ไหม?” (Oh, you speak Thai?) She asked.

“เพียงเล็กน้อยที่นี่และที่นั่น.” (Just a little, here and there.) He replied, switching to English after. “I was stationed in Phuket for a bit.” Mrs. Boonchuy nodded politely as he pulled out a menu, looking back over the options for his order. At this point, the conversation had caught Caroline’s attention, and she moved closer to the doorway to better hear what was going on.

“We’ll take one Pad See Ew.” The man said. “And while we’re at it,” he pulled a photo from his jacket and set it on the counter, “have you seen any odd creatures walking around? Probably disguised as humans?” Mrs. Boonchuy’s eyes widened as she saw the photo was of the Plantars, and Caroline quietly gasped.

“Hehe, what strange shapes they are!” Mrs. Boonchuy managed, laughing awkwardly. “Haven’t seen them; who’s asking?” The man’s eyes gained a darker gleam, and he pulled a small black wallet out of his jacket.

“Oh, just your friendly neighbourhood federal government.” He replied, flipping the wallet open. It turned out the wallet was actually his badge, showing his photo and the name ‘Special Agent Mr. X’ underneath. The second Caroline heard that, she pulled her phone out, leaning into the doorway as discreetly as she could. She managed to snap a clear enough photo of Mr. X without him noticing, and with it, she pocketed her phone and ran out the back door.

“Yes, very nice. Hooray government!” Mrs. Boonchuy said, keeping up the innocent act. “พ่อเร็วเข้า!” (DAD HURRY UP!) Mr. Boonchuy was quick to emerge from the back at her call, sporting a confused expression as he held the bag of food in his hand.

“Jeez, where’s the fire?” He asked. Before anyone else could speak, the front door opened again and a blonde person with round glasses holding a laptop walked in. The laptop was beeping an alert that read ‘STRING BEAN SIGHTED’ before showing footage of Anne on her bike with the Plantars. Both Mr. and Mrs. Boonchuy froze at the sight of it, while Mr. X quickly gained a look of excitement.

“Gotta go.” He said, slamming a handful of cash onto the counter and taking the bag. “Is your stun gun charged, Jenny? Tell me it’s charged!” The two were quick to head out the door after, leaving Anne’s parents at the counter in shock.

“Uhh-” Mr. Boonchuy started, but his wife cut him off.

“We have to go now!” She told him, pushing him towards the back door. “I’ll explain on the way!” Mr. Boonchuy quickly moved to follow her lead, heading through the doorway back into the kitchen.

“Caroline!” Mrs. Boonchuy called. “We need to leave!” She paused as there was no response or sign of the young woman, causing both of them to worry.

“Caroline?” Mr. Boonchuy tried. Still no reply. “Where’d she go?” Just then, Mrs. Boonchuy’s phone went off in her pocket and she pulled it out, seeing a text message from Caroline herself.

{Saw the shady dude, already going to warn Anne. Meet u guys at the theatre}

“She’s already left.” Mrs. Boonchuy said, pocketing her phone and grabbing her husband’s arm. “Come on, let’s go!” The two got in the family van as fast as they could, and Mrs. Boonchuy was quick to floor it out of the back lot and down the street.

——————

Meanwhile, Anne and the Plantars had taken their seats in the theatre, snacks and drinks ready as the trailers played.

“And now, for what you’ve all been waiting for…” the movie announcer spoke, “…another trailer!” The screen lit up again as a trailer for the movie ‘Cheerleader Musical 7’ began to play, accompanied by air horns and upbeat music.

“Twenty minutes of trailers?!” Hop Pop exclaimed. “And you people call yourselves civilized!” After the trailer had ended, the movie began featuring a T-Rex roaring in front of an erupting volcano. The booming sound made Sprig recoil in his seat, gripping onto the arm rests anxiously.

“Does anyone else feel like this audio-video experience is a little…overwhelming?” He asked, his body shaking.

“Entertainment that makes your ears bleed?” Polly piped up. “I’m here for it, baby!”

“There you are!”

A familiar voice caught Anne and the Plantar’s attentions, and all four looked to the end of the aisle to see a panicked Caroline approaching them. She was keeping low as to not block the screen, but in the light, the group could see her eyes were wide and frantic.

“Caroline?” Anne said in surprise. “Wait, I thought you didn’t want to see this movie.”

“I’m not here for the movie!” Caroline snapped, taking the seat next to Anne. “Some whack job government agent showed up at the restaurant and he’s after you guys!” She pulled out her phone and showed them the picture, causing all four to gain looks of panic.

“Oh crud.” Anne muttered.

“What do we do?” Hop Pop asked.

“We get you out of here, that’s what.” Caroline told them. “Come on, we should have time to sneak out before he shows up.” Anne nodded and the gang quickly got up from their seats, keeping their heads down as they went for the stairs and out the door. Caroline kept glancing about as they headed for the lobby, but Anne was the one to stop dead as the front doors opened and Mr. X rolled in.

“He’s here!” The teen blurted. In a panic, she shoved Caroline and the Plantars behind the concession stand, diving in after them before Mr. X could see.

“Do you think he saw us?” Sprig whispered. Before anyone could respond, the sound of footsteps caught their attention and all five looked up to see an employee staring down at them.

“Hey, you’re not supposed to be back here.” She told them. There was a brief pause before Caroline reached into her sweater pocket and snagged her wallet, pulling out a $50 bill.

“All yours if you let us hide here.” She said. The employee glanced between the bill and the group, seeming hesitant before she shrugged.

“Eh, this job doesn’t pay me enough anyways.” She said, taking the bill and walking away. The five of them breathed a sigh of relief before Anne sat up, peering over the counter to look for Mr. X.

“He’s right in the middle of the lobby!” She whispered. “There’s no way we can get by him without being seen!” The Plantars exchanged looks of worry, meanwhile Caroline paused to think before she got an idea.

“You could if there was a distraction.” She said quietly. “You guys keep an eye on him, I’ve got an idea.” Before anyone could respond, the young woman slipped out and disappeared into the theatre, leaving the four of them alone behind the stand. They all glanced at each other in confusion, not sure what Caroline was planning, but not having any better ideas themselves.

“Sir? Excuse me, sir!”

The louder voice caught Anne and the Plantars by surprise, and all four peered over the stand to see someone running up to Mr. X. They had a dark purple collared button-up with their hair slicked back, five o’clock shadow, and black jeans on. They looked like just a nice young man at a glance, but Anne recognized that purple hair and those converse sneakers anywhere; it was Caroline.

“Sir, I’m so sorry to bother you,” Caroline said, pitching her voice to sound more masculine, “but I just have to know where you got that suit, it is stunning.” Mr. X looked at her with confusion, but there was a look in his eyes that gave away he was somewhat flattered.

“Oh, this?” He asked, gesturing to his jacket. “Why do you want to know?” Caroline didn’t miss a beat.

“Okay, I don’t want to spread drama,” she started, lowering her voice slightly, “but you see, my older sister’s having her wedding next month. She’s such a sweetheart, love her to bits. But our younger brother, the “golden child,” is insisting that he has to be the best dressed one there.” Mr. X’s eyes widened.

“At her wedding?” He said in surprise.

“Yes.” Caroline replied, a serious edge in her voice. “And what’s worse; he refuses to get a tux if it’s over $100.”

“No!” Mr. X gasped in disbelief.

“I know!” Caroline exclaimed. At that point, Mr. X was fully engaged in the conversation, and Anne was quick to realize this was their opportunity.

“She’s got him distracted.” She whispered to the Plantars. “Come on, let’s go!” The Plantars followed Anne as she slipped out from behind the concession stand, carefully making their way to the door without getting Mr. X’s attention.

“We’re almost there!” Anne quietly called. “Don’t stop-wait stop!” She skidded to a halt and caused the Plantars to run into her, but she hardly noticed as she ducked behind the theatre’s front desk. The Plantars followed, and looking over Anne’s shoulder, they saw Jenny, Mr. X’s associate, standing at the exit doors. They were scanning people as they left with a hi-tech device, and it was clear they were checking to see who was really human. Anne could feel her panic rising when her phone buzzed, and picking it up, she saw it was her dad calling.

“Dad?” She spoke quietly, holding the phone to her ear.

“Anne!” Mr. Boonchuy exclaimed. “Are you guys okay? Did Caroline get there in time? What’s going on?”

“Whoa, slow down.” Anne told him, still keeping her voice down. “Caroline’s here, but she’s busy distracting one of the agents. There’s another one watching the exit, so we’ll need to find another way out.”

“We’re coming in to help.” Her dad said.

“No!” Anne exclaimed. “I don’t want you getting in trouble. We can handle it.” Mrs. Boonchuy wound up overhearing this, an offended expression crossing her face.

“Tell her we are adults, and we know what we’re doing!” She said sternly.

“Anne, your mother says-” Mr. Boonchuy started, only to pull the phone away, “-hang on, I’m putting you on speaker.” He tapped a few buttons on the screen, only for the phone to start ringing again.

“คุณรู้ไหมเวลาเท่าไหร่แล้ว?” (Do you know what time it is?) An elderly woman’s voice spoke angrily over the phone. Anne’s expression quickly changed to confusion.

“What?” She said, pulling the phone from her ear. She noticed the call was now a video call, her dad taking up one half of the screen while her grandmother took up the other.

“Oh, whoops!” Mr. Boonchuy piped up. “I think I accidentally-”

“แอนน์? นั่นคือคุณ?” (Anne? Is that you?) Anne’s grandma cut him off. “ฉันไม่ได้เจอคุณมานานแล้ว! คุณดูผอม! คุณกินข้าวหรือยัง?” (I haven’t seen you in ages! You look skinny! Have you been eating?)

“Oh hi, grandma!” Anne said, faking a cheerful tone. “Yeah, I just had a sandwich.” As she refocused on her parents, her tone grew more stern.

“Mom, dad, just stay in the car where it’s safe. We’ll meet you outside.” She told them, switching back to cheerful as she talked to her grandmother. “Okay bye grandma, love you!” Before they could respond, Anne quickly hung up, putting her phone back in her pocket.

“Okay, so you call this number, tell them Mr. X sent you, and they’ll hook you right up, dear.” Mr. X’s voice reached the teen’s ears, and she turned to see Caroline’s distraction had reached its’ end. The young woman still remained committed to the bit, however, taking the card with a grateful smile.

“Oh thank you sir, thank you so much.” She told him. “This will be perfect.”

“Happy to help.” Mr. X replied, turning and walking away. While he wasn’t looking, Caroline glanced over and noticed Anne and the Plantars, her expression quickly changing to panic. Much to their dismay, Mr. X noticed them as well, gaining a malicious grin and pulling out a stun gun.

“Hide!” Anne shouted. She and the Plantars quickly booked it back into the theatre, and Mr. X watched them go with a sinister gleam in his eyes.

“Oh, how I love a good chase.” He said. Anne didn’t dare to look back as she led the Plantars down the hall, finding a door that wasn’t a viewing room and heading through it. Just as they all got inside, she realized that they had walked into a rather small supply closet that had no other way out.

“Oh crud, it’s a dead end.” She muttered. Shortly after, the door handle began to move, causing a wave of panic in all four of them.

“Everyone hide!” Hop Pop said quickly. The group scattered throughout the closet space, everyone managing to duck into a hiding spot just as the door opened and Mr. X walked in. He looked around the space before his eyes settled on a silhouette, noticing it looked very much like Hop Pop and gaining a wicked smirk.

“Now what could this be?” He said, feigning innocence. He approached the silhouette and quickly smacked it, causing it to spin around and reveal itself to be a cardboard cutout of a strange-looking farmer character.

“What the-?!” He blurted.

“Now, guys!” Anne shouted, leaping from her hiding spot. The Plantars quickly jumped out as well, the group rushing for the door, but Mr. X was quick to react.

“Oh no you don’t!” He cried, turning to give chase. As he moved, Polly grabbed a roll of film and threw it, causing it to wrap around Mr. X’s ankles and trip him up. He barely managed to stop himself from face-planting, and in one quick movement, he shot a hand out and snagged Hop Pop by the ankle.

“Ow!” Hop Pop exclaimed as he was pulled back, losing his balance and falling over. The force wound up knocking off his disguise, and with the light from the door’s square window, Mr. X was able to see his real face.

“What even are you?!” He exclaimed, letting go of his ankle with a slight grimace. “And why are you so slimy? Ugh!”

“Rude.” Hop Pop retorted. Mr. X ignored him as he wiped the slime off his hand, which Sprig quickly saw as an opportunity. Lowering his mask, he grabbed a film roll with his tongue and threw it, nailing Mr. X clean in the face. The agent let out a grunt of pain, and Anne took that chance to grab the Plantars and run. Mr. X stumbled as he tried to go after them, but he barely missed as the door closed, locking him in the supply closet. An irritated look crossed his face as he held up his wrist watch, pressing a button on it and activating a laser that melted the lock clean off. Once he was free, he kicked the door open, almost knocking over another cardboard cutout that was standing in the hall.

“Jenny, you’re not gonna believe this.” He said excitedly, talking into his earpiece. “They’re big, beautiful, talking frog monsters!” His eyes were shining as he spoke, but shortly after gained a much darker edge to them.

“Call in the troops.”

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After changing back into her normal outfit, Caroline quickly began to search the theatre, trying to find where Anne and the Plantars had run off to. She stopped to check each viewing room, scanning the seats for her friends, but she couldn’t see them anywhere.

“Come on,” she muttered as she stepped back into the hall, “where are you guys?” Just then, the sound of people running reached her ears and she looked up, barely catching sight of the group rushing into the women’s bathroom. She let out a gasp and moved to follow them, but stopped short as Mr. X rounded the corner at the end of the hall. In a flash, she dove behind a cardboard cutout, practically holding her breath as she waited for him to pass.

“Not good.” She whispered. “Not good, not good, not-” she cut off as her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out to see it was Mr. Boonchuy calling.

“Mr. B!” She answered, keeping her voice down.

“Caroline!” He said, sounding relieved. “We need your help. We got a plan to get you guys out, but when we tried calling Anne, she hung up on us!”

“Oh for f-…of course she did.” Caroline hissed in frustration. “They’re hiding in the bathroom, but I’m pretty sure Mr. X knows that too. I’m not sure why he-” the young woman stopped mid-sentence as the sound of sirens reached her ears, her eyes widening in panic.

“Is that what I think it is?” She asked anxiously.

“A bunch more police cars just pulled up!” Mrs. Boonchuy said. “They’re blocking the whole lot!” Caroline felt her heart start to race, but she forced herself to take a breath and steady it.

“Okay, you guys said you had a plan, right?” She spoke, still keeping her voice down. “You guys do that, and I’ll find a way to get into that bathroom and help you.”

“Got it.” Anne’s parents replied. Caroline hung up the call after that and put her phone away, while Mr. and Mrs. Boonchuy watched the SWAT team make their way for the door.

“You ready, honey?” Mrs. Boonchuy asked.

“Born ready.” Mr. Boonchuy replied. Reaching into the back, they both grabbed some power tools, ready to put their plan in motion. The SWAT team was quick to storm the theatre, all of them following Jenny as they marched through the halls to where Mr. X was. The agent was waiting outside the bathroom, a calm expression on his face but an excited gleam in his eye.

“They’re in there.” He told them, pointing a thumb at the door. “Come on, everyone; show time!” In one quick movement, he stepped up and slammed the door open, several SWAT members following him and filing into the bathroom.

“Let’s grab ourselves some frog aliens.” Mr. X said, grinning. The agents quickly surrounded the one occupied stall where Anne and the Plantars were hiding, readying their weapons to capture the group.

“Okay, guys.” Anne whispered. “On three, go for the eyes.” The Plantars nodded and readied themselves, waiting anxiously for Anne’s signal.

“One…two…”

CLICK!

In an instant, the bathroom went dark.

“What’s going on?” One agent said.

“The power’s off!” Another cried. There was scuffling and shouting as the team tried to coordinate, but none of them seemed able to find their bearings in the blackout. The sound of power tools was briefly heard, but the chaos of agents shouting at each other overpowered it.

“On your toes!”

“They’re getting away!”

“Watch where you’re stepping!”

Amidst the chorus of yelling, one voice managed a whisper.

“Third stall from the left!”

A few seconds later, there was a click as Mr. X turned on a flashlight. He stood right in front of the now opened stall, and shining the light inside, he was greeted by two small frogs and a pollywog in a bag. The frogs let out small croaks, and Mr. X’s eyes widened as he stared at them in disbelief. The SWAT team stared for a moment as well before one agent started to laugh, which caused a chain reaction and got all of them laughing.

“Nice frog aliens, sir.” One joked.

“I’ve heard of little green men, but this is ridiculous.” Another quipped. Mr. X didn’t bother to listen as Jenny scooped up the frogs, holding them carefully in their arms.

“Looks like our little friends are smarter than I thought.” Mr. X said, a tinge of annoyance in his voice. “We’re gonna have fun with this one, Jenny. And we’ll have the last laugh!”

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Meanwhile, at the back of the theatre, shuffling was heard in the air ducts before a large vent grate swung open. Inside the vent was Mr. Boonchuy, who quickly climbed out and turned to help Anne and the Plantars. Mrs. Boonchuy was sitting in the car nearby, checking for any patrolling agents.

“I don’t believe it!” Anne said in awe as she got out of the vent. “Dad, mom, how did you-?”

“Well, parents have a special set of skills.” Anne’s mom replied. Her dad nodded in agreement, leaning back against the car.

“First, your mother bought us some time by distracting the agents.” He explained. “Did you know she used to study close-up magic?” Anne blinked in surprise, looking at her mom with wide eyes. Clearly, this was the first she’d heard of it.

“Then your father got the frogs at the pet store down the street.” Mrs. Boonchuy continued.

“The owner was your old tee-ball coach, Mr. Tram.” Mr. Boonchuy added. “Remember him? Nice guy.”

“And remember that one time we tried to fix the electricity?” Mrs. Boonchuy piped up.

“Yeah.” Anne replied, still somewhat in disbelief. “Wasn’t that a disaster?”

“Yup.” Mr. Boonchuy said. “So we knew exactly what not to do, and used that to cause the blackout.” The sound of sirens was heard briefly as some FBI cars passed on their way out, but no one really paid them any mind.

“That’s amazing!” Sprig chirped.

“Jealous!” Polly piped up.

“You guys seriously did all that?” Anne said, still awestruck. “I can’t believe it! I guess I… really misjudged you.” Her tone shifted to guilt as she muttered the words, but her parents still had smiles on their faces.

“That’s okay, sweetie.” Mr. Boonchuy reassured her.

“We forgive you.” Mrs. Boonchuy added. Anne smiled fondly at them before another question came to mind and her face turned confused.

“Wait, but how did you know which bathroom we were hiding in?” She asked. Mr. Boonchuy was the one to answer.

“Well, actually-”

“Nobody move!”

Everyone froze at the sudden shout, turning to see a lone SWAT agent standing in front of them. They had a staff with a rope loop on it in hand, staring the group down intensely. A rush of panic passed through all of them, but it soon turned to confusion as the SWAT agent lost their composure and started chuckling.

“Sorry, sorry.” They said, grabbing their helmet. “Couldn’t resist.” As they popped the helmet off, Anne saw a familiar mass of bright purple hair and gasped in shock.

“CAROLINE?!” She shouted. Caroline smiled brightly, pulling her glasses out of a pocket and putting them back on.

“Wait, are you a secret agent, too?!” Sprig asked, eyes wide.

“Nah.” Caroline replied, working to take off the SWAT armour. “I just borrowed it from an agent so I could blend in.”

“Ohh, so that’s how you were able to sneak in the bathroom!” Mr. Boonchuy said, putting the pieces together. “But how’d you put all that on that fast?”

“I was a theatre kid in high school.” Caroline explained. “Small roles mostly, but you learn how to change costumes quick.” At this point, she managed to get most of the armour off, revealing she had been wearing her regular outfit underneath. Anne was still stunned by all of it, but staring at the armour, she came to a realization.

“Hold on.” She spoke up. “If you took that armour from an agent, what happened to them?” Caroline froze for a second, her memory flashing back to the agent she left knocked out in the closet before she pulled herself back to reality.

“…He’ll be fine.”

#shy anon writes #amphibia #amphibia caroline #anne boonchuy #amphibia self-insert #amphibia oc #amphibia anne #sprig plantar #amphibia sprig #mr. x #amphibia hop pop #hop pop plantar #polly plantar #amphibia polly #mr and mrs boonchuy #amphibia: the wild soul

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daystarvoyage · 29 days

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Glad Certain fans are calling out the toxicity in fandoms, hey everyone back in action for a long wait.

Hello, Everyone, It's Kyoko Cane Of Daystar Voyage Giving You A Quick Update of what's been going on,

I have been off Tumblr for a while due to situations in fandoms, & Life, if you don't know yes I am a blogger and content creator who does cosplay & creates art, I also focus a channel on animation, Family entertainment & Fandom Topics With Some variety.

But I am back now gonna try to make this a short message cut into three parts cause I have to start packing for Momocon, now that's the introduction out the way let's get on to these parts on the sections from future videos, calling out show flaws and my love for all animation & why you should give it praise,

NOW LET'S GET IT ON

1. Very Proud of People calling out Fandom Discourse on Shipping & toxic problematic stuff, way to go

when animation got through the good times of the golden age of animation 80s & '90s through my times experiencing it myself, i do love people have a natural conversation about their favorite shows and fiction & nonfiction works, it felt really organic to see others commend me for talking about things out without hiding behind a electronics, seeing growth in positive ways,

I for one watch any new shows that are lighthearted in its comedy story & world-building with good writing that excels and few who have a lot to learn from them. (Example Disneys Kiff Big City Greens Amphibia & Haileys On It) Along With light-hearted anime shojo & Josei to be exact, have really put me into a comforting mode and have made me look at a perspective of what characters have to offer.

however, that's not without its negatives.

The 2000s & 2020s later with the uprising of the cost of living, and jobs declining it really did take a toll on people's mindset without a safe space to have open-minded discussions due to toxic fandoms on the internet propelling popular media. (escapism etc)

though our love of media contorts and distorts in many ways that's not without negatives

i have suffered a lot from a recent fandom the Owl House recently,

Oh forgot to mention one part the fanfics are coming out great for the Owl House movie fanfic and short story I have to make for the Witterbane Origins so they are cooking in the oven as we speak Release coming soon

now you are wondering why I brought this series to light.

well we know things have become problematic with its fandom from shipping, writing & character exposures, I for one have been scammed in this fandom cause i wanted a specific ship (lunter) keychain & i was placated & gaslighted into thinking i got a finished product, unfortunately, it wasn't preserved properly & Toxic nonfactors who hide behind a character who wish they'll give them time of day. SEE AT THE BOTTOM BELOW

AND HAVING TO DELETE VIDEOS OF SHIPS BESIDES HUNTLOW OR LUMITY CAUSE OF BULLYING ITS DISGRACEFUL AND NASTY BEHAVIOR, DOWN Below

Yes there’s proof and FACTs THE FANDOM CANT TAKE A LOGICAL REASON AND CALL OUT THE WRITING AT TIMES., so I’ll be discussing that soon in a future video, cause nothing stopping me

Up above pics 👆 this is a prime example of how fandom has become toxicity from characters being defined by their sexuality, TV tropes not properly executed in good ways, and today's culture following suit of creators compromising the show to the audience's liking (do to fandoms)

be it Racism, Poc Representation compromised & white favoritism & supremacy. There are times the show shows bad writing & and of course shipping discourse just to make up these flaws however it doesn't save them, cause this shows fandom needs a wake-up call so ill be roasting & giving reasonable and logical critiques 247.

That is all for number 1 and I'm proud of the fandoms talking about the owl house flaws in the show

, we as fans of past present of future animated lovers should have been giving this content and I'm not bashing the owl house but waking up people to how yall act as a whole, from yall bullying other creators from new upcoming Disney shows too which is not ok, so much to say but ima save for future videos

2. Future Videos will not stop me from talking & ranting on issues be it unscripted or scripted to get my feelings out.

ill will be getting back on camera for soon with the many topics on my polls from past posts here and will be discussing my favorite genres Shojo & Josei on how the Western audience perceives it as compared to back in the day

It's been such a great way to use Tumblr to open my mind to others who agree knowing I don't have a big following.

( cause you know people all act the same on social media who lack creativity or originality)

Ill be using my channel to create content to understand my world as a genderqueer person and to know that everyone needs to bring out a confident you and speak your mind on terms & causes that matter cause where all on this earth and where all the same if we open our minds.

3. Your all Welcome to message me afternoons only (don't go too far on boundaries) Yes fanfics are in the oven, & will be doing photos at momocon cosplays YES ILL BE MAKING ENTERTAINING SHORTS and have a blessed starry day.

Last segment right now im doing better however will be going to the doctor when I can, Also Advise people to have a life outside of fandom.

I use art as a way to create and diffuse from bullying on social media cause I am single and looking for love does play a part cause as a black person, where seen as scum Not desirable, and just nothing and unpretty.

but I for one say otherwise, cause I'm defined by my heart of gold and jolly disposition, airing out my stress with art and content.

So make sure to check out my Latest videos on channel daystar voyage.

so I leave to yall for a while I may post often about other content when I have time and an update on the amity video coming up but shorts will be out in the meantime thank you so much.

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grimespupil · 16 days

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hi tumblr i completely forgot i had an acc on this site and have NO idea how to promote myself so uhhhh i'll js .. leave these around ily grime my boyfie my husband my mymtmymyymym loml ougjghhhh,,,,,

🎨 zkyeline, bimbalabam, marshall0w0, purincesita & mrtirs on twitter.

#amphibia #captain grime #self ship #yumeship #self insert #grimix #where are the selfshippers #please notice me guys im cool #ily grime you're mine

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cutenewtfruityfruitart · 1 year

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“Sorry, Drias, but you’re stuck with ME now!”

“Heh. I can live with that.”

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a piece i drew for May 11th to commemorate my one year anniversary of watching “the plantars check in” for the first time...the day i fell in love with andrias <3

#king andrias leviathan #king andrias #andrias leviathan #andrias #self-insert x canon #self-insert x fictional other #amphibia #amphibia oc #art by me #my art

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little-shiny-sharpies · 1 year

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crank that new interest to make self insert STAT

#shiny scribbles #self insert #amphibia

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peppermintflavoredlove · 4 months

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peep this one

#amphibia #amphibia oc #oc: claude squashire #crowley art #self insert #selfshipping

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junk-jester · 2 months

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Am I based? Who knows. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I personally like to think so.

#self insert #selfshipper #oc x canon #selfship #oc x f/o #safeship #safeshipping #ben 10 #ben 10 omniverse #ben 10 oc #amphibia #anne boonchuy #anne boonchuy x oc #universe 77

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crytrncrawlrs · 8 months

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[ 🍂🎃 CRINGETOBER DAY 2 :: SELF INSERT >> 10/2/2023 ]

#cringetober #cringetober 2023 #art #artist on tumblr #artwork #hero's art #collective sona #amphibia #self insert

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self-insert-nonsense · 1 year

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My newt self-insert for amphibia!

Their name is Clover Hawthorne and they are a Newtopian historian who works closely with King Andrias :]

#self insert #selfshipper #self insert art #amphibia #amphibia oc #amphibia art #amphibia fanart #selfship art

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morningstarships · 2 years

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[Art is mine.]

"The Core And The Creature"

Context: Ambrose, the purple haired one, is my sona, and this is the villain version of him!!

He can jump through universes, and before the Core had chosen a host, he was captured by Andrias's guards.

He fought off the guards using his powers, and the Core decided they wanted him as a host!!

But Ambrose refused, and instead struck up a deal with the Core, finding them a host, and offering to take them to other dimensions.

And now they're a duo that causes chaos across dimensions!!!

#self inserts #self insert #ok to rb #self ship #self shipping #self ships #platonic f/o #f/o #my art #s/i #amphibia fanart #amphibia the core #tw multiple eyes #cw multiple eyes #amphiba #amphibia spoilers #amphibia #this took six hrs please dont let it flop/gen

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raw-lesbian-energy · 1 year

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Anne-sterminator

Summary: A dangerous enemy finally locates Anne, Caroline, and the Plantars.

Fandom: Amphibia (The Wild Soul AU)

Pairing: None

Features: Self-Insert Character

Word Count: 4,648

Warnings: Dismemberment (of a robot), mention of child neglect

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It was a warm evening at the Boonchuy’s house, and all had gathered for one of the family’s favourite events; movie night.

Mr. and Mrs. Boonchuy snuggled up on one end of the couch, while Hop Pop, Polly, and Frobo took the other. Caroline and Sprig had taken up the armchair, and all were watching the new Fumigator 4 with excitement. After the Plantars’ unintentional reveal at the Thai Temple, Caroline was frequenting the Boonchuy residence much more often, and movie night was one she never missed. There was another, however, who had chosen to skip out on movie night; Anne.

Much to everyone’s surprise, the teen had volunteered to do the housework while the others watched the film. She folded the laundry, took out the garbage, and even cleaned the entire kitchen by herself. Once she had finished, she returned to the living room just in time to slide a coaster underneath Hop Pop’s coffee mug.

“Oooh!” The group chorused, giving her a polite round of applause. Anne gained a sheepish look, her cheeks turning pink as she rubbed the back of her neck.

“You know Anne,” her mother said, “it really is remarkable how much you have grown.”

“Aww, thanks mom.” Anne replied, still sheepish.

“We mean it.” Mr. Boonchuy chimed in. “I mean, you used to be so irresponsible! Like, change the grade on your report card irresponsible.” Anne’s expression quickly became panicked and she let out a nervous laugh.

“Didn’t think you guys knew about that.” She said, briefly glancing sideways.

“But you really changed.” Mrs. Boonchuy spoke again, getting up from the couch and walking over to the teen. “And you’ve been so upfront and honest with us this whole time.” Anne’s expression faltered again, and Caroline’s brow furrowed.

“Right…upfront and honest.” Anne managed. Neither of her parents seemed to notice her tone, still giving her fond smiles.

“We’re just so proud of you.” Her mom said, opening her arms. “Come here, sweetie.”

“Bring it in.” Her dad added. Before Anne could move, both her parents pulled her in for a hug, causing her face to twist in guilt.

“Hey!” She suddenly blurted, moving her parents off of her. “I’m uh, gonna go get some coffee ice cream! Anyone want any? Sprig?” She leaned closer to the small pink frog, who had yet to pick up on Anne’s feelings.

“Eh, I’m good-whoa!” He cried out in surprise as Anne picked him up, hauling him away and disappearing into the kitchen. There was a small moment of silence, but it didn’t last as Caroline abruptly got up from the armchair.

“Y’know what, I might grab some, too.” She said, heading out of the room. Mr. and Mrs. Boonchuy exchanged looks, but neither chose to say anything as they returned to the couch to watch the rest of the movie.

“Anne?” Caroline spoke as she came into the kitchen. “You doing okay, kiddo?” Anne quickly turned around to face the young woman, her expression a mix of guilt and panic.

“I can’t do this anymore!” She exclaimed. Sprig still looked confused, hopping up onto the counter.

“Do what? Eat coffee ice cream?” He asked. “I agree, it’s pretty risky after five-”

“No, my folks.” Anne interrupted, a saddened tone in her voice. “I never told them about Andrias, or the robot hunting us, or the hunking invasion!” She let out a groan and hung her head, prompting Caroline to move beside her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Anne glanced up at her for a moment, a small frown still on her face before she returned her gaze to the floor.

“They think I’m being upfront and honest, but I’m not.” She muttered. Sprig frowned.

“But, you said this is the only way they’d be okay with any of this.” He reminded her. Anne looked up at him.

“I know.” She replied. “But it’s not right. I’m gonna tell them everything, right now.” Caroline couldn’t help but smile, taking her hand off of Anne’s shoulder.

“Your parents are right, kid.” She said, drawing her attention. “You really have grown.” Anne felt a small warmth of comfort form in her chest, smiling back at the young woman before focusing her eyes on the kitchen door. Taking a breath, she straightened herself up, heading back into the living room with Sprig and Caroline in tow.

“Mom, dad?” Anne spoke up, grabbing their attentions. “There’s something I have to tell you.”

“What is it, sweetie?” Mrs. Boonchuy asked. Anne hesitated for a moment, her gaze turning down to Sprig. The small frog gave her a thumbs up in reassurance, and she let out a small sigh.

“Well,” she started, “the thing is-”

BOOM!

A thunderous crash sounded from just outside the house, interrupting Anne and shaking everything in the living room. A chorus of panicked cries sounded in response, while Anne focused her gaze on the living room window.

“What the heck was that?!” She exclaimed. Without waiting for an answer, she rushed for the window and drew the curtains back, seeing the frog-bot itself standing right on the front lawn. Its’ left arm was replaced with an excavator’s arm, while its’ right leg now had a buzzsaw for a foot. The sight of it made Anne’s face pale in horror, and sure enough, it noticed her too.

“Anne?” Mrs. Boonchuy spoke up. “What’s going on-?”

“Get down!” Anne shouted, rushing back and throwing herself onto her parents. All three hit the floor just as the front window was smashed in, allowing the robot to climb into the house.

“Everyone upstairs!” Anne ordered, quickly getting to her feet. “Move!” No one argued as they all booked it up the steps, barely avoiding the sight of the frog-bot chasing them.

“Quick, we can hide in my workout room!” Mrs. Boonchuy told them. Again, no one argued as they flooded into the room, Anne being the last one in and shutting the door behind her.

“We can hide out here while we-…” Anne‘s words trailed off as she noticed the room, or more specifically what was in it. Several statues made out of various objects were scattered throughout, but all of them had some resemblance to Anne.

“Mom, this is not a workout room!” The teen exclaimed.

“Yes it is!” Her mother argued. “When I thought you ran away, it’s where I worked out all my stress.” Caroline’s eyes went wide as the realization struck her.

“Mrs. B, perhaps I should recommend you a therapist?” She suggested. Mrs. Boonchuy gave her a confused and mildly offended look, but Anne’s attention was drawn to one of the statues in particular.

“Wait, why is this one dressed like a doctor?” She asked.

“A mom can dream, can’t she?” Mrs. Boonchuy replied, a slightly annoyed tone in her voice. Anne’s expression turned angry.

“Why do I get the feeling I’m not living up to your expectations?” She snipped. Before anyone else could speak, the floor was suddenly torn through and the frog-bot leapt into the room. It glared around for a moment, only to gain a look of confusion as it noticed the statues.

“Multiple Anne Boonchuys confirmed.” It spoke.

“It’s after you?!” Mrs. Boonchuy blurted. Anne froze in place, hardly hearing her mom as her eyes remained locked on the robot.

“Eliminating.” The frog-bot said, reeling back its’ excavator arm and launching it forward. It collided with the doctor statue right next to Anne, the force sending it through the wall and down to the sidewalk outside. It was quick to follow to finish the job, pummelling the decoy into the ground.

“Okay, maaaybe there’s a couple of things I haven’t told you guys.” Anne admitted. Both her parents stared at her in horror, but the sound of the robot still destroying the statue made them decide now was not the time to talk. Instead, the group seized the opportunity and snuck back downstairs, quietly making their way outside and into the Boonchuy’s van. They watched as the robot grabbed and held up the decoy, ultimately causing the fake hair to fall off and reveal that it wasn’t the real Anne. The bot’s face once again turned to confusion, and as it picked up the mop to scan it, Mr. Boonchuy peeled out of the driveway and sped down the road. The frog-bot narrowed its’ eyes and quickly gave chase, leaping up and across the rooftops after them.

“Honey, why is there a robot chasing us?” Mrs. Boonchuy asked Anne in concern, turning to look at her daughter in the backseat.

“Well, the thing is,” Anne started, turning herself away from the rear window, “and I was totally gonna tell you, the king of Amphibia kind of has it out for us.”

“She punched him in the face.” Sprig added.

“You what?!” Both Mr. and Mrs. Boonchuy exclaimed at once, looking back at their daughter in disbelief.

“Eyes on the road! Eyes on the road!” Caroline shouted, pointing back out the front window. Mr. Boonchuy quickly turned forward again, seeing a teenage girl walking her dog and swerving to avoid them at the last second. The frog-bot was still chasing after them, now leaping off of the rooftops to pursue them on the street.

“Can’t this robo-snail go any faster?” Polly cried, waving her arms from the backseat.

“I’m sorry,” Mr. Boonchuy replied in a frantic tone, “I’m not used to running for my life from a crazy robot!”

“Then move over!” Caroline suddenly called, leaning forward from the backseat. In one move, she pulled the driver’s seat adjuster, slid Mr. Boonchuy back, and vaulted in front to take the wheel. With a determined gleam in her eyes, the young woman slammed on the gas, the engine roaring as it sped down the street and onto the freeway. She weaved through the cars and traffic with ease, hardly having to slow down as they raced across the city.

“Whoa, Caroline, where’d you learn this?” Anne exclaimed, sounding impressed.

“I might’ve done a bit of racing when I first got my license.” Caroline admitted, grinning excitedly as she kept her eyes on the road. “And besides, I’ve been wanting to put my driving skills up against this hunk of scrap!”

“Wait, does that mean this isn’t your first time seeing this robot?” Mrs. Boonchuy cut in. Caroline’s grin vanished instantly, and Anne shot her a glare.

“Caroline, you’re not helping!” She snapped. Before the young woman could respond, the sound of metal on stone was heard behind them and her eyes turned to look in the rearview mirror. The frog-bot was now racing down the freeway at high speeds, using its’ buzzsaw foot as a makeshift rollerblade to catch up to them faster. The Plantars let out screams of panic at the sight, while Anne quickly looked around the car for something to use. Her eyes fell on her bag of tennis supplies, and taking it in one hand, she hopped the backseat, popped the trunk open, and smacked a ball at the bot. It was quick to volley the shot back, which ultimately resulted in a high speed tennis match between it and Anne.

“Oof, your backhand is looking pretty rusty.” Mr. Boonchuy commented, watching the match intently since Caroline had taken over driving.

“Dad!” Anne shot back, clearly out of patience. The ball was soon knocked away and lost, leading to the frog-bot drawing out a nail gun it had attached as a weapon. Anne slammed the trunk shut as it fired, nails stabbing through the back window and roof of the car. Sprig and Polly let out panicked screams at the sight, but Caroline had no tolerance for it. Without warning, she hit the brakes and swerved into position on the robot’s left, catching it by surprise. A brief moment of eye contact occurred between the bot and the young woman, to which she gave it a cocky grin and side slammed it, sending it skidding off of the freeway entirely.

“Yes!” Anne and the Plantars cried in excitement.

“Take that, you bucket of bolts!” Polly shouted after it. Caroline let out a laugh that was a mix of excited and relieved, soon focusing her attention back on the road.

“Uh, there’s a split coming up!” Mr. Boonchuy warned, tapping Caroline on the shoulder.

“I see it.” Caroline replied, still focusing on the road. “I’m taking the 210; the 405 is always jammed at this hour.” Without waiting for a response, she changed over and got onto the ramp, heading up and around the corner to the 210. Just as she reached the top, however, a figure erupted from the bushes below, revealing itself to be the frog-bot as it landed directly in their path. There was a chorus of panicked screams, but Caroline merely grinned and floored it, running right over the bot and continuing down the freeway.

“Heh, he really thought he was doing something.” She chuckled, shaking her head. Looking back at the road, she saw an exit and got off, turning and stopping under a bridge to hopefully keep out of sight.

“Did we lose it?” Mrs. Boonchuy asked.

“I hope so.” Mr. Boonchuy replied, glancing around nervously. There was a pause before the sound of slicing was heard just above them, and a hole was suddenly cut straight through the bridge. Chunks of concrete hit the car as the frog-bot dropped from above, landing in front of them and letting out a distorted laugh. Caroline was quick to switch the car into reverse, slamming on the gas and peeling away to avoid its’ swiping claws. She wound up ramming into the chainlink gate of a junkyard, the lock snapping and the doors flying open as the van raced through. She weaved through the piles of garbage until she found a spot to park, quickly pulling into it and turning the car off.

“Hurry, everyone! Hide!” Anne whisper-shouted as she opened the car door. Everyone else was quick to climb out as well, and Mr. Boonchuy locked the van after them before running to join the group. The frog-bot soon entered the junkyard after them, narrowing its’ eyes before walking in a different direction to begin its’ search. Anne and Caroline watched it carefully from behind a junk pile, neither daring to move until the bot was out of sight.

“Okay guys, I think we’re safe for now.” Anne said.

“Anne Savisa Boonchuy and Caroline Maria Hill!” Mrs. Boonchuy snapped, causing both of them to flinch. The two turned around with panicked expressions, but Caroline’s also held confusion.

“Wait, why was I full named?” She blurted.

“Because you’re clearly involved in this, too!” Mrs. Boonchuy replied crossly. “Now, what is going on?”

“What do you mean?” Anne asked, her voice wavering slightly. “There’s a giant robot trying to kill us. I thought that was clear.”

“Yes!” Mrs. Boonchuy replied in an increasingly frustrated tone. “But why, Anne? Why? Is there something you want to tell us?” Anne felt herself shrink under her mother’s cold stare.

“Mom, take it easy.” She managed, trying to keep her voice calm.

“Honey,” Mr. Boonchuy cut in, “maybe we should hear her out.”

“No!” Mrs. Boonchuy snapped. “She’s lying to us! You’ve done something, haven’t you? That’s why that thing is after us!”

“I-It’s complicated.” Anne replied, still trying to keep her voice down.

“Mrs. Boonchuy,” Caroline spoke up, stepping forward, “I know you’re upset, but you honestly don’t know what Anne’s been through-”

“And you do?!” Mrs. Boonchuy was on the verge of yelling now, startling the young woman. “She told you what was happening, but not her own parents? Why would she do that if she hadn’t done something wrong?” Caroline wound up blanking on a response, causing Mrs. Boonchuy to turn her gaze back to Anne.

“I knew it, we were wrong about you!” She exclaimed angrily. “You’re still the same irresponsible little girl who used to cut class! When are you going to grow up? When are you going to stop getting in trouble? When Anne, when?”

“I don’t know, okay?!”

The teen’s sudden outburst caused everyone to fall silent, all eyes watching her carefully. Anne kept her eyes focused on her mother momentarily, but soon turned away and dropped her gaze.

“I don’t know when I’ll be the daughter you want me to be.” She said quietly. “And I’m sorry. It’s true, I did lie. But I did it to protect the people I really care about.” Her gaze turned over to the Plantars as she spoke, prompting her parents and Caroline to look at them as well. The three frogs stayed quiet as they watched anxiously, not wanting to say anything in case it made things worse.

“I’ve learned so much from you two these past few weeks.” Anne continued, all attention returning to her. “I finally appreciate how much you’ve done for me. Now I’m asking for your help.” In a last effort attempt, Anne stepped forward and took hold of her mother’s hands, still maintaining eye contact.

“Please.” She pleaded. “I can’t do this without you.” Anne’s mother hesitated, but her dad stepped up and put a hand on his wife’s shoulder. Mrs. Boonchuy turned her gaze to him, seeing a comforting look in his eyes before he focused on Anne.

“We’re with you, Anne.” He told her. “Right, mom?” Mrs. Boonchuy hesitated again, causing Anne’s anxiety to build.

“I don’t know.” She managed at last. “Isn’t this all just too much?” Before Anne could respond, the sound of footsteps began to approach and she ducked behind the pile of junk. The rest of the group were quick to follow, and Anne peered out just in time to see the frog-bot pick up a scrapped car and toss it in their direction. It hit another trash pile before crashing to the ground, but it was close enough that everyone was immediately on edge.

“So, is there a plan?” Sprig asked nervously. “Really hoping for a plan.” Anne quickly started to look around, trying to spot anything useful when she noticed a basketball and broken mop head. An idea popped into her mind, and her gaze turned to her mother still hiding against the junk pile.

“Hey mom,” she spoke, “feel like putting your artistic skills to use?”

Meanwhile, the frog-bot continued to search the junkyard, pushing past and overturning heaps of garbage in search of Anne and the others. There was a pause as it checked something on itself, but its’ attention was soon drawn as it noticed a silhouette of what looked like Anne.

“Target confirmed.” It spoke, rushing forward and kicking the silhouette’s head. It came clean off, only to bounce away and reveal it had been a basketball with a mop head draped on top of it.

“Hey! Metal head!” Anne’s voice suddenly called from behind it. “Looking for me?” The bot turned around to find a mass of Anne-like statues, all of them having just enough resemblance to confuse it. Another one was quick to pop up as well, with Mrs. Boonchuy carefully hiding behind it to keep out of the robot’s sight.

“Whoa!” Polly exclaimed in awe. “Mama, you work fast!”

“It’s all about rhythm, baby!” Mrs. Boonchuy replied proudly. The frog-bot scanned over each Anne statue, but when it was unable to tell them apart, it drew its’ mounted nail gun and fired. A barrage of nails tore through each decoy, shredding and knocking them apart until none were left standing.

“Now, guys!” Anne shouted from a hidden position. At once, Sprig, Caroline, Hop Pop, and Mr. Boonchuy leapt out, each of them wielding metal pipes as makeshift weapons. They charged the bot and swung at it with all they had, but they weren’t able to do much damage. Anne quickly joined in wielding a wooden plank, but the frog-bot snagged it in its’ claw and snapped it in two. Finally getting fed up, the robot rapidly spun itself around, hitting everyone and sending them flying back. It then focused on Anne, leaping over to her and snagging her by the torso with its’ excavator claw.

“No no no no no!” Anne cried, frantically gripping at the dirt. Her attempt to escape wound up in vain as the frog-bot pulled her up, holding her high and pointing the nail gun right at her face.

“Target confirmed.” It said coldly. “Mission complete.”

“Hey robot!”

The sudden shout drew its’ attention, and it looked to see Mrs. Boonchuy charging at it with a sledgehammer in hand.

“Leave my daughter ALONE!” She shouted. With a powerful swing, she slammed the sledgehammer onto its’ head, caving in half of it. She kept swinging, landing blow after denting blow until it let go of Anne. The teen cried out as she hit the dirt, but was quick to recover and grabbed a nearby metal pole to fight. The frog-bot stumbled backwards in her direction, and thrusting forward, she stabbed the metal pole clean through its’ stomach. The bot screeched in response, falling back over to Mrs. Boonchuy, who swung again and took one of its’ legs clean off. Anne rejoined and smashed off an arm, and soon the robot collapsed with a pained scream onto a nearby pile of garbage.

“Wow, mom!” Anne exclaimed, working to catch her breath. “Good arm!” Mrs. Boonchuy let out a shaky laugh, tossing the sledgehammer aside as she walked over to her daughter.

“You too.” She replied.

“Whoa!” Sprig said in awe, staring at the mangled mess that was the frog-bot. “That was crazy, you guys!”

“I like your style, Mrs. B!” Polly added.

“Were you surprised by that display of ferocity, Mr. Boonchuy?” Hop Pop asked, turning his gaze to the man. Mr. Boonchuy had a blank expression on his face as he stared at the robot.

“No.” He replied simply. Before anything else could be said, a distorted, menacing laugh came from the robot, drawing all eyes back to it.

“Self destruct in t-minus 10…9…” it said, its’ chest opening to show a built-in red countdown. All eyes went wide in horror.

“Oh no, that thing’s still loaded!” Mr. Boonchuy exclaimed. Everyone was quick to take a step back, still watching the flashing countdown.

“What do we do?!” Hop Pop asked frantically.

“All that, and we’re still toast?!” Polly cried.

“Not on my watch.”

Everyone turned as Anne spoke, watching as her eyes lit up with blue energy. Her body was soon surrounded in a bright blue glow, and pushing off of the ground, she ran at the bot at high speed. With a powerful kick, she launched it into the stratosphere, the force of it severing its’ last arm in the process. It flew straight up and out of sight, a few seconds passing before it detonated and caused a hole to form in the cloud cover. Anne’s power faded shortly after, leaving the teen weary and out of breath.

“Anne?” Her mother spoke, staring in shock.

“What was that?” Her father blurted.

“Gosh, guys.” Anne managed, her voice weak. “I have so much…to tell you…” shortly after the words left her mouth, the teen’s body reached its’ limit and she stumbled back. Both Sprig and Caroline were quick to run in and catch her, carefully supporting her as they helped her sit down.

“Easy there, kiddo.” Caroline said softly. Anne’s parents exchanged glances, but remained silent as everyone regrouped and headed back for the van. Caroline let Anne lean on her for the walk back, but Mrs. Boonchuy wound up getting in the backseat to stay with her daughter. The young woman ended up taking the passenger’s seat instead, and Mr. Boonchuy took the wheel to drive them all home. Anne barely managed to stay awake as they started back, which led to the Plantars explaining the full story of what happened in Amphibia.

“Honestly, Mrs. Boonchuy.” Hop Pop said. “Anne has just been trying to-”

“Protect you three.” Mrs. Boonchuy interrupted, but there was no anger in her tone. “I get it now. And whatever it is you guys need to do, we’ll do it together.” Without warning, Anne’s mom pulled all of them in for a hug, which earned a grunt of protest from Anne.

“Aww, the driver always gets left out of the group hug.” Mr. Boonchuy complained. Caroline chuckled, leaning over and giving him a careful hug.

“Don’t worry Mr. B, I got you.” She told him. Mr. Boonchuy smiled as she sat back, looking at her for a moment before focusing back on the road.

“Aw, thanks, Caroline.” He said.

“And thank you for looking after Anne.” Mrs. Boonchuy added. “Even if she didn’t tell us, I’m glad she had someone she could trust.” Caroline’s cheeks and ears turned a light pink, and she rubbed her neck sheepishly.

“Aw, it’s no problem.” She replied. “Besides, I could tell she was being honest. Anne knows better than to lie to me when it involves Marcy.” She glanced back at the teen behind her, seeing her leaning against her mom’s shoulder half asleep.

“She might have a habit of getting into trouble,” the young woman continued, “but she’s got good intentions.”

“Heh, yeah.” Mr. Boonchuy chuckled, his eyes falling on the dent in the van’s hood. “If only good intentions could pay for repairs.” Caroline blinked, her sheepish expression vanishing.

“Oh, I can cover that.” She said casually. Mr. and Mrs. Boonchuy both looked at her in surprise.

“You can?” Mrs. Boonchuy asked.

“Oh sure.” Caroline replied, smiling. “It’s no big deal. Consider it a thank you.”

“Okay, hold on.” Sprig suddenly piped up, drawing her attention. “This is like the third time that you’ve offered to pay for stuff like this. Where are you getting all that money?” Caroline blinked once.

“Oh, my parents are actually billionaire actors.” She explained. “I didn’t want to be a movie star, so they basically disowned me, but now they pay me 50k a month to keep my mouth shut about it.” There was a long pause that followed her words, prompting the young woman to turn around and notice everyone, including Anne, staring at her in shock.

“What?” She said.

“Wait, you’re not joking?” Mrs. Boonchuy asked. Caroline raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, no?” She replied, confused by their reaction. “Why would I joke about this?”

“So your parents are really celebrities?” Anne exclaimed. “Which ones?”

“Stephen and Mary Hill.” Caroline told her.

“Those two?” Mr. Boonchuy blurted. “I didn’t know they’d even had a kid!”

“Wait, I think Stephen was the guy who played Lord Frankerton in Primthistle Manor.” Polly chimed in.

“Say Caroline,” Hop Pop spoke up, leaning forward in his seat, “do you think there’s any chance your folks would help out a fellow thespian?” Caroline’s expression quickly turned sour.

“Okay, that’s it.” She said, clapping her hands together. “The discussion about my family is officially closed.” Anne and the Plantars began to protest, but Caroline was quick to shut it down.

“Nope, no complaints.” She told them. “Hop Pop ruined it by asking for help in the biz. Blame him.” Anne, Sprig, and Polly quickly shot glares at the older frog, who gained a guilty expression and chuckled awkwardly. Caroline couldn’t help but glance back at them, a small smile appearing on her face. She didn’t like her biological family, but the one she had with her now was really starting to grow on her.

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Meanwhile, hidden away at an undisclosed location, two officers once again looked over the traffic cam footage. There was no denying what sat in front of them; Anne, the frog-bot, and the Plantars in the back of the van, all speeding down the freeway.

“Get HQ on the line. This may be the real deal.” One said, zooming in on Sprig in the paused video. “It’s time to call Mr. X.”

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