IGNACIO: 6 Stuck in an elevator
“Keep breathing, Nacho Supreme. Everything is going according to plan,” Andy looked down at her stopwatch as the elevator the two thieves were in eased up and up and up, the floors ticking away as red little numbers ahead of them. “I timed this out to the letter. We’re on schedule. You know if you don’t learn to lighten up some you’re going to—”
The elevator jerked to a stop and everything went dark. The lights flickered back on a second later but… they weren’t moving anywhere. The floors no longer ticked by, but the stopwatch in Andy’s grip didn’t slow down.
“Okay… maybe now would be a good time to stop breathing because we are fuuuuuuuuucked.”
BOOZYAUNT: 7 Tripped down the stairs
Stealing from a witch was never advisable. Stealing wine from a witch like Zelda Spellman… big no-no. It was a long, complex, and altogether boring story that led Andy Barclay to this moment, but that story didn’t matter, the only thing that mattered was that Andy was currently running for the stairs, the stolen bottle of Chateau Cheval Blanc 1943 tucked under her arm like she was a running back for the Bears rushing for the sideline. Zelda’s cigarette smoke lingered somewhere behind Andy, taunting and burning her nostrils, but whatever was chasing after her wasn’t the moody witch. No, whatever Zelda sent after her was much, much worse.
The rug at the top of the stairs scrunched up, a shag foot sticking out from out of nowhere. Andy’s toe caught it at the worst time possible and the Spellman Mortuary went topsy-turvy for a second. The wine flew up in the air, arching down, and Andy Barclay fell head over heels down those stairs, the whole thing happening in what felt like slow motion.
Andy rolled out at the bottom of the stairs, splayed out with her arms off to the side. She took a deep breath as she stared at the ceiling. She was still alive so… that was something. Sitting up, she wondered what horrors awaited her next, but that was when the 1943 Chateau Cheval Blanc caught up to her and clocked her in the temple. Everything went black.
MOLLIE: 11 Stuck in a tree
“Okay it was funny at first, totally not funny now!” Andy yelled. She could see the light on in Mollie’s bedroom, she knew that the little wolf could hear her—it was only the backyard, she’d be able to hear her even without heightened wolf hearing—but there was no reply. The sun was starting to go down now and it was getting cold. This was not how this quality time bonding exercise with Mollie was meant to go.
Andy was stuck in a tree, about seven feet off the ground. Her foot was wedged in a tiny little knot between branches and there was no wiggling out of it. She was having a good time with Mollie before she got stuck, and Mollie used the opportunity to laugh at her. Sure, maybe some things were said about boundaries and this and that about Andy’s relationship with her mother but it was still all in good fun, or at least Andy thought so. Mollie walked away laughing, but Andy expected her to come back eventually. Her leg was going numb and it was starting to not be so funny.
“Mollie! Come on!” No answer. “Erin? Alex? Anyone? I’m stuck!”
CHERRY BOMB: 12 Stolen coat
“That’s my coat.” Andy stopped short of the truck, struck all of a sudden by the apparent realization that Jennifer was stealing her clothes. Jennifer didn’t stop, however, she was smirking, pulling one of her annoying games or something, and she got in Andy’s truck, ready to head off to the next monster hunt without addressing the coat thing. “Wait, no, for real. That’s my coat.”
Andy went to Jennifer’s door, hoping to address this before they took off. She knew that if she didn’t it would just distract her the whole time and they were meant to be fighting a Ghoul, which was not the sort of thing to be distracted when up against. Andy tried to open the door but the locks clicked into place.
“What? Hey, open up. That’s my coat. You stole my coat.”
Whatever Jennifer said back to her was muted by the rolled up window, but Andy got the impression that she said it softly on purpose.
“Hey, no, no, no, we’re not doing this,” Andy banged on the window. “Open up, this is my truck and that is my coat.”
Jennifer stuck her tongue out, and Andy sighed, deflating from her apparent defeat.
“I hate you sometimes.”
VICTOR DRAGO: 1 Under the bed
Andy was getting ready for sleep. She finished up in the bathroom, flossing and brushing her teeth, and she was about to jump into bed when she stopped suddenly in the doorway. She squinted, reached for the pistol she kept hidden behind her dresser, and aimed it at the dark shadow hiding under her breath.
“Alright, mister, you have three seconds to start explaining yourself before I turn my mattress into swiss cheese.”
Hiding under her bed, out of nowhere and with no explanation whatsoever, was a man Andy had never seen before. It looked like he was in a nice suit, which only really made this all that much weirder, and he didn’t look comfortable. There wasn’t a lot of space down there.
“Three. Two… one.”
(CATALYST): 4 Caught in the rain
It was a dare. Well, not really a dare, Andy just didn’t believe it. She knew all sorts of magic and what not existed but when this guy told her that he could make it rain with just a brief wave of his stick she absolutely didn’t believe it. She called “bull sh*t,” as she was prone to do when she was looking to be proven wrong, and she stood with her hands on her hips until he did just that. Everything else happened so quick. The guy said something about her being a silly muggle or something he waved a little twig toward the air and said some funny words. The next thing she knew, the sky darkened with clouds and started to leak.
“Whoa,” Andy looked up, rain spitting down on her, smacking her across the face with thick drops. She stuck out her tongue to make sure it tasted like rain. The water was cold, but it felt and tasted like every other rain Andy had ever been in.
“I am so glad I didn’t bet money.”