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Summary: Esmeralda, Clopin, Quasimodo, Phoebus, and Djali have been pulled into our world by a wish made by a teenage fan. How are they going to handle computers and cars, and all the other modern day technology? And what happens when they attend high school for day, and see the horrors their teenage host goes through? Can they help her achieve a new level a confidence and find the talents she thinks she doesn't have? And what happens when one of characters begins to have feelings for the girl?

Chapter 2: Not A Dream

Patsy groaned, as she heard her alarm clock beginning to buzz, telling her that she had to get up and get ready for another beautiful day of high school. Can't you just here the sarcasm? Rolling over, she reached out to click the button to turn off the demon that plagued her every morning. Instead, she found two things. The first was that her alarm clock was not on the stand where she had set it up last night. The second was the loud crashing noise that sounded like someone had broken something. Her body shot up like someone had shot her out of a canon. But when she saw the sight in front of her, she wished she had stayed asleep.

“Ph- Ph- Phoebus?”

It was true. Standing in front of Patsy, was the solider from her favorite childhood movie, in all his shinning armor glory. His sword was drawn, and Patsy could not held but be afraid for both her life, and her mental health. It was not normal to see a character from a Disney movie (scratch that) ANY movie in your living room. While she was contemplating whether or not her family had a history of mental health issues, another familiar character snuck up from behind her, a puppet resting on his hand. Yes, fangirls it was Clopin, the gypsy king that almost half the Hunchback of Notre Dame fans were in love with (Patsy included). If she hadn't been thinking that her Aunt Mayzie was a little messed up in the head, she might have noticed him, and his puppet ready to attack.

“You know, you shouldn't talk to yourself,” said the puppet in it's squeaky voice. “People might thin your crazy.”

Patsy let out a shrill scream, at the sudden appearance of the puppet. She tumbled backwards off the couch, ending up in a heap of blankets and limbs.

“Clopin, why did you have to go and scare her?” asked Quasimodo, who Patsy just realized was there.

“Your the only crazy person here,” Esmeralda added, taking a place next to Phoebus, Djali at her heels.

Clopin's head popped up from behind the couch.

“It wasn't me, it was puppet,” he said. “He's a very bad boy.”

“I am not,” squeaked puppet, defending himself. “I was only only telling her that talking to herself makes her sound crazy.”

“Your one to talk,” Phoebus muttered.

Clopin opened his mouth the shot off an insult, but was cut off by Esmeralda. “Both of you be quite,” she hissed. “Were being rude towards her.”

All eyes were now on Patsy, as if they all just realized that she was laying there, still tangled in her blankets. The teenage girl felt her face turn a light shade of red from all the attention she was receiving. Her mind was screaming for her to say something, but when she opened her mouth, all that came out was a rasping sound.

“Can you talk?” Clopin asked, his grinning face right in front of hers.

Patsy nodded her head, still unable to form words.

“Than why don't you say something?”

Patsy felt like s spell had been taken off her, and her mouth formed a single word.

“Something.”

This one word caused everyone in the room (minus Patsy) to erupt in laughter, filling the living room with noise.

“Seems we've been placed in the presence of a very cheeky girl,” Esmeralda laughed.

“Yeah, but I'd like to know where we are,” Phoebus said, silencing everyone's laughing. “So, where are we? How did we get here? And who are you?”

Patsy took a deep breath, and she answered each of the questions, her voice barely audible. “America. I don't know. Patsy.”

“How can you not know how we got here?” the blond solider asked, his voice skeptical. “You had to have done something to have brought us to this America as you called it.”

Patsy starred down at the floor, tears brimming at her eyes. She always cried at the worst times for no apparent reason. Just Phoebus's tone was enough to make the waterworks start.

Clopin was the only one who noticed the tears forming in her eyes. He felt his heart go out to the poor child. He hated seeing anyone cry, especially anyone who was young. She looked no more than thirteen to his watchful eye, but something told him that he was much older than that. Shooting Phoebus a dirty look, he crouched down next the brunette, and placed a glove hand on her shoulder. He noted how her body became ridged, her blue eyes widening.

“It's okay,” he said in a soothing voice. “Phoebus is just an idiot. Don't listen to a word he says.” In an attempt to make her laugh he added, “I never listen to him, and let me tell you it's ten times more fun. Plus he gets all angry when you don't listen.”

His words worked, and Patsy let out a laugh that could lighten any room. Everyone noted how much better she looked with the smile on her face, even Phoebus.

“Ah, you look so much better smiling,” Clopin complemented.

“Yeah right,” Patsy muttered under her breath. “No guy would say that unless I was dreaming.”

To bad Patsy was never good at muttering at a low level.

“What do you mean dream?” Esmeralda asked. “Were real.”

“Sure you are,” Patsy said.

She was always much bolder in her dreams than she was in real life,

“And I'm the pope.”

“Well considering your not old, wrinkly, or ugly, I highly doubt that,” Clopin chimed in.

“It's sarcasm, and my alarm clock will be waking me up any minute.”

“What's an alarm clock?” Phoebus asked.

“The terrible torture device that was sitting on-”

Patsy noticed the broken pieces of black metal around Phoebus's feet. Remembering the crashing sound that had woken her up, she made a connection.

“Oh my god! You broke my alarm clock!”

And thus ends chapter two of When Fantasy Becomes Reality. I'll take this time to also announce that another HoND character will be appearing in this fic. But I won't say who.

Preview of Chapter 3

Patsy finally realizes that this isn't a dream, and the HoND characters are really in her house. Now she has to figure out living arrangements for everyone, including the new character that just appeared. Drama is sure to ensue, when the character shows up. And how is she going to explain electricity?

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