the pilot well ,the ai controlling theWarning kinda sad and in any scene when it is talking to the reader it will say bronte cus my name is that)the pilot well ,the ai controlling the planes USB had fell out but the AI was still in the plane. no one knew and no one needed to know , but it was there watching waiting and planing , plotting even you could say , for just the right moment "mom Christie's calling for you " that's daisy "on my way dear'' and that's mom well Daisy's mom she is just my parental guardian a foster parent for now I am Daniel by the way " Christie are you packed yet family vacation remember " that's me talking there if you didn't
know not a very good writer am I haha " Daniel no one asked remember no one likes you and carter said get ready oh and your sitting in the boot " oh carter is Daisy's boyfriend an- sorry one of Daisy's boyfriends any way to the car and the boot is the third part of the car it is behind the back seat and has fake chairs with no seat belt but at least there is a ton of stuff in there so I shouldn't move that much , at the air port gate were gate 9 my favourite number , oooh were boarding me and christie have to sit next to each she gets window and I get middle , close to middle row , so excited. later that flight I see some strange light source headed straight for u-. all the light turn off a black out on a plane no light source either (on speaker ) "hello humans and entity's I hope you have enj- but now it is time to d-" the falls the closest place we can land is the forest the light source is back the crew is died the light source is closer then before strange Christie is crying people are panicking but just before crash land into trees and a strange light source collides with the plane I cover Christie with my body so it doesn't kill her , we crash the bam happens but I see it happening not from the view before more like I am not me right now huh I see it I am died my body is there right there that's strange Christie's crying huh WAIT she is crying for me MY death whattttttttt mind blown literally and metaphorically ( I begin to be dragged to a small creature down in the woods )wow woooowww where am I going what's happening AHHHHhhhhh.The world snaps back into color—
but not normal color.
Everything is glowing, humming, alive in ways it shouldn't be.
My body feels… smaller.
Slimy??
Low to the ground??
I croak.
I CROAK.
"I'm a frog?!" I scream, but my scream comes out as:
Ribbit.
Perfect. Love that for me.
The forest around me is no longer the crash site; it's some kind of mystical swamp full of floating flowers and neon mushrooms. The air tastes like magic—literally. Like sugar and electricity.
Then I hear water splashing.
And a voice.
Her voice.
Christie.
I hop—okay, launch myself—onto a log and stare.
She's not Christie anymore.
Not exactly.
She's… breathtaking. Like someone mixed mermaid, siren, and stardust.
Her skin is light brown dappled with soft white spots, glowing slightly in the blue swamp light.
Her eyes—
One light pink, one dark pink—shimmer like gemstones.
Her hair cascades in teal curls, braided in places like elegant river vines.
She looks confused and scared but also amazed, like a kid seeing the world for the first time.
"...Hello?" she whispers to the swamp.
I try to say "Christie! It's me, Daniel!"
But all she hears is:
Ribbit."
She gasps.
"Oh my gosh—A little frog!"
She scoops me up gently with webbed hands—yeah, webbed, because she's 100% a magical fish-person now—and holds me close like I'm the only safe thing in this new world.
"I don't know where I am," she murmurs. "Or where anyone else is. But at least… at least I'm not alone."
I puff up my little frog chest.
No danger is touching her.
Not while I'm here.
That's when the swamp lights flicker.
Something in the water growls—a long, echoing rumble like a creature made of shadows and teeth.
Christie freezes.
I hop to her shoulder, ready to fight something 12 times my frog size because what else am I supposed to do—let my best friend get eaten by a swamp monster?
The water ripples.
The growl gets louder.
Something enormous rises—scales, horns, glowing symbols—
Christie screams.
I leap in front of her, tiny but determined.
She clutches me tighter.
"Frog—don't worry. I'll protect you."
…Girl, I'm trying to protect YOU.
The creature roars—
And before it can strike, someone shouts from the trees:
"HEY! OVER HERE!! STOP SCARESWAMPING MY GUESTS!"
A figure drops from the branches, landing between us and the monster.
Someone new.
Someone… magical.The creature rises higher from the swamp—
huge, glowing symbols sliding across its scales like living tattoos.
Christie clutches me to her chest, trembling.
Then—
"HEY! WATER-LIZARD-EMO-DRAGON!
SIT. DOWN."
A voice explodes from above.
Branches shake as someone falls—no, slams—out of a tree and lands in the mud with a dramatic SPLAT.
She pops up instantly, throws her arms to the side, and bows like she meant to do that.
And that's when I see her.
She looks like a walking cartoon zombie who raided a Hot Topic and painted over everything with neon markers.
Her skin is pale with a greenish tint—
her cheeks have little drawn-on cracked lines like she's stitched together,
her hair is black but ends in bright toxic purple and slime-green streaks,
and she wears a chain belt with plastic skulls that rattles when she moves.
Her eyeliner? Winged so sharp it could stab a dragon.
Her socks? Mismatched.
Her vibe? 98% chaos, 2% glitter.
She gasps when she notices us.
"Oh my—NEW PEOPLE!" she squeals, then immediately slips in the mud again.
"Oop—nope—haha—I'm fine! I meant to slide. Totally meant that."
The swamp monster blinks at her, confused.
She flicks its nose.
"BAD swampy! They're my guests! Go eat a tree or something!"
The monster, who apparently fears this unhinged zombie-scene girl more than anything else in existence, lets out a grumble and sinks back into the water.
Christie stares at her, speechless.
The girl dusts herself off though she is absolutely not clean.
Then she beams, revealing fangs that look like candy-corn colors.
She waves wildly.
"HI! I'm ZORAYA! But everyone calls me Z!" she says with two thumbs up.
"Welcome to Glitchwood Swamp, population: me, you, swamp-beast, and probably like fifteen cursed raccoons."
Her eyes sparkle with pure chaos energy.
"Oh! And NICE FROG!"
She leans down to my face.
I swear her pupils turn into little hearts.
"CAN I PET HIM?" she asks Christie, vibrating with excitement.
Christie stammers, "Uh—sure?"
Zoraya gently boops my head.
I croak.
She gasps dramatically.
"He is SO BABY," she whispers. "I love him. I love him forever."
Christie giggles for the first time since the crash.
And me?
I sit there in her hands, thinking:
Great.
I'm a frog.
My best friend is a fish-siren.
And now I've been adopted by a goth zombie scene girl who fights monsters by yelling at them.
This world is insane.
And something tells me…
it's only going to get weirder.
Zoraya bounces on her platform boots and gestures for Christie to follow.
"C'mon! C'monnn! You two look like you need snacks and maybe emotional stability — and I only have one of those things. Guess which!"
She doesn't wait for an answer. She just skips ahead on the glowing swamp stones, humming something that sounds like a spooky circus theme.
Christie holds me tighter.
"Is… is she always like this?"
Ribbit.
(Translation: Pretty sure this is her calm mode.)
USB had fell out but the AI was still in the plane. no one knew and no one needed to know , but it was there watching waiting and planing , plotting even you could say , for just the right moment "mom Christie's calling for you " that's daisy "on my way dear'' and that's mom well Daisy's mom she is just my parental guardian a foster parent for now I am Daniel by the way " Christie are you packed yet family vacation remember " that's me talking there if you didn't
know not a very good writer am I haha " Daniel no one asked remember no one likes you and carter said get ready oh and your sitting in the boot " oh carter is Daisy's boyfriend an- sorry one of Daisy's boyfriends any way to the car and the boot is the third part of the car it is behind the back seat and has fake chairs with no seat belt but at least there is a ton of stuff in there so I shouldn't move that much , at the air port gate were gate 9 my favourite number , oooh were boarding me and christie have to sit next to each she gets window and I get middle , close to middle row , so excited. later that flight I see some strange light source headed straight for u-. all the light turn off a black out on a plane no light source either (on speaker ) "hello humans and entity's I hope you have enj- but now it is time to d-" the falls the closest place we can land is the forest the light source is back the crew is died the light source is closer then before strange Christie is crying people are panicking but just before crash land into trees and a strange light source collides with the plane I cover Christie with my body so it doesn't kill her , we crash the bam happens but I see it happening not from the view before more like I am not me right now huh I see it I am died my body is there right there that's strange Christie's crying huh WAIT she is crying for me MY death whattttttttt mind blown literally and metaphorically ( I begin to be dragged to a small creature down in the woods )wow woooowww where am I going what's happening AHHHHhhhhh.The world snaps back into color—
but not normal color.
Everything is glowing, humming, alive in ways it shouldn't be.
My body feels… smaller.
Slimy??
Low to the ground??
I croak.
I CROAK.
"I'm a frog?!" I scream, but my scream comes out as:
Ribbit.
Perfect. Love that for me.
The forest around me is no longer the crash site; it's some kind of mystical swamp full of floating flowers and neon mushrooms. The air tastes like magic—literally. Like sugar and electricity.
Then I hear water splashing.
And a voice.
Her voice.
Christie.
I hop—okay, launch myself—onto a log and stare.
She's not Christie anymore.
Not exactly.
She's… breathtaking. Like someone mixed mermaid, siren, and stardust.
Her skin is light brown dappled with soft white spots, glowing slightly in the blue swamp light.
Her eyes—
One light pink, one dark pink—shimmer like gemstones.
Her hair cascades in teal curls, braided in places like elegant river vines.
She looks confused and scared but also amazed, like a kid seeing the world for the first time.
"...Hello?" she whispers to the swamp.
I try to say "Christie! It's me, Daniel!"
But all she hears is:
Ribbit."
She gasps.
"Oh my gosh—A little frog!"
She scoops me up gently with webbed hands—yeah, webbed, because she's 100% a magical fish-person now—and holds me close like I'm the only safe thing in this new world.
"I don't know where I am," she murmurs. "Or where anyone else is. But at least… at least I'm not alone."
I puff up my little frog chest.
No danger is touching her.
Not while I'm here.
That's when the swamp lights flicker.
Something in the water growls—a long, echoing rumble like a creature made of shadows and teeth.
Christie freezes.
I hop to her shoulder, ready to fight something 12 times my frog size because what else am I supposed to do—let my best friend get eaten by a swamp monster?
The water ripples.
The growl gets louder.
Something enormous rises—scales, horns, glowing symbols—
Christie screams.
I leap in front of her, tiny but determined.
She clutches me tighter.
"Frog—don't worry. I'll protect you."
…Girl, I'm trying to protect YOU.
The creature roars—
And before it can strike, someone shouts from the trees:
"HEY! OVER HERE!! STOP SCARESWAMPING MY GUESTS!"
A figure drops from the branches, landing between us and the monster.
Someone new.
Someone… magical.The creature rises higher from the swamp—
huge, glowing symbols sliding across its scales like living tattoos.
Christie clutches me to her chest, trembling.
Then—
"HEY! WATER-LIZARD-EMO-DRAGON!
SIT. DOWN."
A voice explodes from above.
Branches shake as someone falls—no, slams—out of a tree and lands in the mud with a dramatic SPLAT.
She pops up instantly, throws her arms to the side, and bows like she meant to do that.
And that's when I see her.
She looks like a walking cartoon zombie who raided a Hot Topic and painted over everything with neon markers.
Her skin is pale with a greenish tint—
her cheeks have little drawn-on cracked lines like she's stitched together,
her hair is black but ends in bright toxic purple and slime-green streaks,
and she wears a chain belt with plastic skulls that rattles when she moves.
Her eyeliner? Winged so sharp it could stab a dragon.
Her socks? Mismatched.
Her vibe? 98% chaos, 2% glitter.
She gasps when she notices us.
"Oh my—NEW PEOPLE!" she squeals, then immediately slips in the mud again.
"Oop—nope—haha—I'm fine! I meant to slide. Totally meant that."
The swamp monster blinks at her, confused.
She flicks its nose.
"BAD swampy! They're my guests! Go eat a tree or something!"
The monster, who apparently fears this unhinged zombie-scene girl more than anything else in existence, lets out a grumble and sinks back into the water.
Christie stares at her, speechless.
The girl dusts herself off though she is absolutely not clean.
Then she beams, revealing fangs that look like candy-corn colors.
She waves wildly.
"HI! I'm ZORAYA! But everyone calls me Z!" she says with two thumbs up.
"Welcome to Glitchwood Swamp, population: me, you, swamp-beast, and probably like fifteen cursed raccoons."
Her eyes sparkle with pure chaos energy.
"Oh! And NICE FROG!"
She leans down to my face.
I swear her pupils turn into little hearts.
"CAN I PET HIM?" she asks Christie, vibrating with excitement.
Christie stammers, "Uh—sure?"
Zoraya gently boops my head.
I croak.
She gasps dramatically.
"He is SO BABY," she whispers. "I love him. I love him forever."
Christie giggles for the first time since the crash.
And me?
I sit there in her hands, thinking:
Great.
I'm a frog.
My best friend is a fish-siren.
And now I've been adopted by a goth zombie scene girl who fights monsters by yelling at them.
This world is insane.
And something tells me…
it's only going to get weirder.
Zoraya bounces on her platform boots and gestures for Christie to follow.
"C'mon! C'monnn! You two look like you need snacks and maybe emotional stability — and I only have one of those things. Guess which!"
She doesn't wait for an answer. She just skips ahead on the glowing swamp stones, humming something that sounds like a spooky circus theme.
Christie holds me tighter.
"Is… is she always like this?"
Ribbit.
(Translation: Pretty sure this is her calm mode.)