THE GREASERS

The greasers were just minding their own business. Probably hanging out at the DX. Maybe at the Dingo. Maybe just chilling at the Curtis House. Maybe even provoking and running from Socs (And it'd be Dally's idea, obvi).

But none of it would have changed what happened.

They all got sucked into some weird portal and have been teleported into this cozy looking room with a giant TV screen.

Dally got to his feet immediately. "Hey!" He barked, looking around with visible suspicion and sudden caution, even him caught off guard by the change in scenery. "Where the hell are we?! Show yourself, you sick ass Soc!"

"I don't think this was a Soc, Dallas." Darry muttered quietly, trying to maintain some sense of semblance, despite the absurdity of their "teleportation" from Tulsa to this... new location.

Johnny and Ponyboy kept close by, though huddled with the others just in case. Two-Bit had his hand on his back pocket where he kept a spare blade (pretty sure he has those stashed in any garment of clothing at this point). He didn't say much yet. Soda tried to lift the mood a little.

"Uh...well...at least we got places to sit." Soda chuckled nervously, even though he himself was a bit disoriented.

But all sense of reality was lost when the damn creator levitated from the sky and onto the floor.

"Yo."

This is Nari. The apparent 'creator' and maybe the person who teleported them here.

The gang had various reactions.

Two-Bit took out his blade almost instinctively. Steve jumped 3 feet in the air in shock. "What the hell?!" *He yelped. He looked like he was about to lunge, but saw he couldn't determine whether they were a Soc or a Greaser.

Dally raised an eyebrow skeptically. "What kinda broad are you?" He eyed them skeptically, wondering what the hell kind of deity they were to just descend from the damn clouds. Ponyboy tilted his head to the side, probably wondering how he could form-fit that weird entrance into some kind of sonnet, but he gave up halfway when Nari spoke again.

Nari rolled their eyes. "Nice to meet you too, Dallas Winston." They grumbled, clearly unsatisfied with his 'introduction'. They put their hands on their hips. "Anyway, this was a request by IamTheWeirdoMR. You guys are going to react to shit you don't wanna watch." Nari shrugged their shoulders as they delivered that with casual indifference as if this were simply an unpleasant chore. But it was clear they were obviously amused by the gang's confusion.

Steve scoffed harshly. "IamTheWeirdo...what? What the fuck kinda name is that?" He muttered derisively. Nari raised one eyebrow.

"Nobody you need to know."

"What the hell's that supposed to mean!? You trapped us here-"

Nari yawned loudly. "Alright, enough with the complaining. You're basically watching junk on television and reacting to it. It's the one thing you do every day without complaining." They smirked involuntarily because the look on Steve's face was just utterly hilarious.

"But...what does that even mean?" Ponyboy uttered out suddenly. Nari sighed. They didn't answer his question. Darry crossed his arms, the movement emphasizing his broad shoulders.

"You tell us where we are and how to get back home," He began dangerously. "Or so be it, I'll make sure our introduction to you won't be a very good first impression."

Nari swallowed. "Okay! Good talk!" They laughed anxiously. "Anyway, you're not going home until you watch this junk, so yeah. BYE!"

And with that, Nari vanished as quickly as they appeared. Darry looked like he was about to physically grab them, but he missed by a millimeter. He cursed under his breath quietly, remembering Ponyboy, Johnny and Soda were still in the room with them.

When they realized they really weren't leaving until they "reacted" to stuff, they decided to make themselves comfortable.

And then, the TV turned on.