Amphibia AU -- Quisling Marcy -- A Scenelet
‘Quisling Marcy’ Amphibia AU -- I Gave You This, I Can Take It Away A scenelet from the ‘Quisling Marcy’ AUPolly had done it. She snatched Box from its pedestal and the flying castle was now slowly making its descent through the orange skies. The surrounded ragtag group of heroes cheered her name. They’d won.“Not so fast!”They turned their heads and there stood the towering, menacing form of Andrias before one of the shattered window panes.“You’ve all got spunk, real chutzpah,” he commended them, though his contemptuous sneer was apparent. “But this ends now.”He took one giant step aside and what they saw chilled them to their bones. There on the window ledge stood Marcy, that manic, borderline unhinged look corrupting those once innocent, wide eyes. Pinned firmly by his throat against her breastplate was none other than Sprig.“Guys!” Sprig gasped as he struggled vainly to pry himself from Marcy’s grasp. “Don’t listen to these bullies! I’ll be fine!”“We’ll see,” said Andrias. “Now put back the Box, or...” He then raised his mighty hand, his thumb and middle finger pressed together. “This twerp learns how to fly.”Anne’s brain couldn’t process what she was witnessing. No matter what she’d done or misguided she’d been, the Marcy she'd known since pre-school wasn’t capable of doing something so cold-blooded. This was the same girl who cried buckets when she accidentally stepped on the walk back from school. It just wasn’t in her DNA.But then again, she had grown so accustomed now to everything she thought she knew being pulverised on a near regular basis, maybe she was mistaken once again?“Marcy,” her voice began to break, her eyes brimming with tears, “... p-please. You wouldn’t...”Her direct plea appeared to reach her friend. Marcy’s scowl faltered, if only for a moment, and her hold on Sprig’s throat eased up.“I never wanted anyone to get hurt, Anne.” The remorse in her voice was palpable, however hard she tried to bury it in her spite. “But you’re the one making me do this.”Marcy then took Sprig by the scruff of his neck and dangled him as far as her arms could reach past the ledge. All she had to do now was let go.“NO!” both Anne and Hop Pop cried.“I gave you this, I can take it all away,” she warned them dangerously, her breath now rattling. “Now put. The Box. Back!”“Anne, don’t—” Sprig was silenced by a violent shake of Marcy’s wrist.There was no way out of this. Marcy wasn’t bluffing. Worst still, even if they did comply, Anne knew she had no guarantee they’d actually keep their word. They held all the cards here.It was as if the largest hunk of ice had dropped into her gut and it drained her of all her fight. Her shoulders slumped in defeat.“Polly, do what they say.”The little tadpole did what she was told and returned the Box to its place on the pedestal. Within seconds, the castle’s engines whirred back to life, bringing its descent to a halt. The red-eyed ‘Frobos’ picked her up and returned her to the captured group, where her first instinct was to embrace the lifeless head of her fallen robot friend.Anne looked from the sorrowful display back to Andrias, who remained there in the sidelines like the dark, twisted puppet master he was. However obviously futile it was to try and appeal to the giant salamander's sense of decency—there was little to none to be found—she had no choice but to try.“Okay dude, you have what you want, now please, just let him go,” she beseeched him. “He’s my best friend. In this world or in any other world.”There was a time and place for such heartwarming sentiment, and unfortunately for Anne, right now was neither.When those fatal words reached Marcy’s ears, something deep within her very core churned. Something hideous. Her cheeks burned scarlet. Her teeth gritted so hard they threatened to crack. Her chest began heaving up and down so violently, her heart could have exploded in sheer primal rage.Sprig was the first to notice.“Uhh, Anne...?”Then did Andrias. Inwardly, he grinned the most malevolent of grins. He truly relished these rare moments when things lined up just perfectly.“That’s the thing about friends, isn’t it? The more you love them, the more it hurts when they go. Allow me to demonstrate...”The snap of his big blue fingers echoed ominously throughout the throne room. All eyes were immediately back on Marcy.Marcy’s gaze, however, was fixed squarely on her supposed “best friend”. Through the simmering hot tears, if looks could kill, Anne would be impaled square through the chest with a flaming sword where she stood.She didn’t even look back at the squeaky red toy for which she had just been passed over. No. Her focus was on photographically memorizing the next look on Anne's face for the rest of her life.When the horrifying realization of her error dawned on Anne it was too late.Marcy let him go.