The Most Beautiful Nerd in the World Another Fictional Female Fantastic Voyage Interactive chapter 6 by TheMaster

Your microscopic travels have led you to a dimly lit apartment dorm in Los Angeles, California. You can make just barely make out that it's decorated with anime collectibles.

The main light source is cast upon a young woman with olive skin - working fast and hard on a set of sketches.

"Marcy Regina Wu, you are a genius!" she joyfully exclaims. "No one else would ever make a fantasy tale so uniquely memorable!"

To the left of her is a trash can filled to the brim with crumpled sheets of paper with incomplete drawings. The process of developing such a groundbreaking story doesn't seem to have been easy for her.

Inspirational such a breakthrough may be, though, your attention is focused on her goblin-like snickers of glee and her delectably silky, long black hair. She may be a nerd, but to say that she's cute would be the understatement of the century.

"Oh my frog!" Marcy grumbles as she slams her pencil across her desk. "Developing this chapter has left me starved." She pulls out her phone to check her food logs. "I ate healthy enough meals today," Marcy observes. "I can treat myself to comfort food."

She scoots her chair behind and jumps out of it - landing gracefully on the floor before moving forward into her limited, but serviceable, kitchen. She turns the light on in the kitchen so she can see clearly - luckily meaning you can, too. Thus, you follow her in the sub - keeping a distance safe enough to avoid getting spotted.

Marcy's hair sways around in the breeze of the A/C in her dorm. This not only makes her look like a radiant angel, but also gives you a look at her adorable figure. It's neither very curvy nor very plump. To you, that makes her form just right. 

Marcy opens up her refrigerator and pulls out a container of mint chocolate chip ice cream. "Mmmmmm..." She grabs a medium-sized bowl and sturdy scoop from two of her cupboards, then proceeds to dig out and dump a few helpings of the sweet treat. After closing the ice cream container and washing the scoop so she won't have to worry about doing so later, Marcy pulls a spoon out from a drawer in the kitchen and shoves it into the ice cream.

You follow Marcy back to her work desk. She resumes work on her masterpiece after placing the bowl of ice cream onto her desk next to her current drawing. She proceeds to scarf half of the ice cream down - making playful noises that also sound goblin-like. "Yummers," she says. “I’ll save the rest for when I’m finished; can’t be long.”

A little, meek burp comes out of her. "Oops. Excuse me." 

Even when she's chowing down, Marcy's irresistibly inimitable cuteness shines through.

Piloting the sub up above her hair, you hope to get a glimpse at her work. However, all you can make out with her head constantly moving is the title - Amphibi-Anne. "Sounds interesting", you think.

The temptation to move all the way to right above Marcy's desk is so strong. However, you know it would be foolish to be within the girl's eyesight, so you decide the better course of action would be to land gently on her left shoulder.

After you securely perch the sub onto there, you're finally able to take a good look at Marcy's drawings. They're full of rich detail in terms of craftsmanship, but also very cartoony in terms of proportions and character expressions. You can't help but feel amazed that someone so young could be so talented. If only you were able to get a clue about what's happening in the story that these drawings are in service of.

For goodness's sake: you don't even know what her face looks like.

Turns out you don't have to wait for long. Marcy pulls a mirror out from a drawer in the front of her desk so she can wipe the mascara off her eyebrows. You impulsively fly the sub just out of the mirror's line of view so you can take in the sight safely. "Phew! Glad I don't have to wear that for any longer than I do," she remarks. Mascara must make her itch.

It is then when you finally discover Marcy has a face that perfectly suits her wonderfully precious voice and body. "I wish my eyes weren't so...bleh," she comments. She sticks out her tongue in disapproval. "So boring."

However, you don't think her eyes are boring at all. Quite the contrary: their dark brown color enchants you like Fall leaves blowing in the wind. The tongue-sticking is the cherry on top, proving that Marcy is quirky in the best manner possible.

It's official: you want to get swept away - no pun intended - in Marcy's essence. But how?

Marcy puts the mirror back in the drawer and lets out a disappointed hum, allowing you to move the submarine back to Marcy's left shoulder. You could take the easy route by flying your sub into Marcy's ear, or do something a little more daring by dropping the sub into the bowl of ice cream so you can get taken into her mouth. However, there is also a choice you could make filled with an even higher risk than that option,...and Mar Mar's captivatingly soft breathing might just be enough to lure you in.

Which entrance to Marcy's body do you want to take?