Cullen House – Sunday, 9:00 PM.
The usual suspects had gathered: Carlisle the dad, Esme the cinnamon roll, Rosalie the permanent eye-roll, Alice the walking spoiler alert, Jasper the Civil War veteran-turned-emotional sponge, and Edward, who was still emotionally disheveled after his mental encounter with Annabelle Swan, gym bro incarnate.
They were all seated in the grand living room, surrounded by tasteful expensive furniture and silent judgment.
Except Emmett.
Emmett was pacing with purpose, holding a dumbbell in one hand and muttering:
"How is she stronger than me? HOW?!"
Carlisle Opens the Floor
"Edward," Carlisle said gently, "tell us what you know about… Annabelle."
Edward looked like someone had asked him to explain TikTok to a Victorian grandmother.
"She's not human," he started. "Or rather… she is human. But she thinks in a way that doesn't make sense. It's like she's two people at once—one of them a perfectly normal high school girl… and the other…"
He paused, pained. "The other is a protein-fueled philosopher-warrior trapped in a mascara commercial."
Rosalie blinked. "So… like a motivational Instagram account with delusions of grandeur?"
Edward growled. "She body-slammed a van, Rose. A moving van."
Alice Weighs In
"I can't see her future," Alice piped up, frowning. "Every time I try, it's just static… and glitter. So much glitter."
"Maybe she's shielded like Bella?" Esme offered, always the supportive mom.
"No," Alice said slowly. "It's not a block. It's like she dodges fate. On purpose. Like she saw destiny coming and hit it with a folding chair."
Jasper's Turn
"I tried to sense her emotions once," Jasper said.
"And?" Carlisle asked.
"She was doing math while applying lip gloss and fantasizing about bench pressing a bear. I felt ambition, thirst… and deep concern about whether grilled chicken was still 'natty.'"
"…Natty?" Esme asked.
"Natural. No steroids," Emmett supplied, still pacing.
Emmett Snaps
"Alright. ENOUGH." Emmett slammed the dumbbell down on the coffee table, which cracked audibly. "I'm sorry but—this chick is a unit. She lifted a van. I NEED her routine."
"Emmett," Rosalie said dryly, "she's a 5'6" girl in UGG boots."
"EXACTLY. It's inspirational. She's the Rocky Balboa of Forks High."
"Can we focus?" Edward snapped. "She might be dangerous."
"Or a legend," Emmett muttered.
Carlisle, Reasonably Panicked
"She could be something new," Carlisle said. "A supernatural phenomenon we've never seen before."
"Or," Rosalie said, "she's a reincarnated lumberjack in drag."
"She's not a threat," Edward said suddenly.
Everyone turned.
"Excuse me?" Jasper asked.
"I don't think she wants to hurt anyone. But she's definitely hiding something. Something big."
Alice's Creepy Prophecy Moment
"I saw something," Alice said, her eyes unfocused.
"Another vision?" Esme asked.
"No. It was from earlier today. She looked at herself in the mirror and said—"
Alice blinked. "'I am the chaos.' And then she winked at her own reflection."
There was a long silence.
"…I think I'm in love," Emmett said.
"Shut up," Rosalie and Edward said in unison.
Family Resolution
Carlisle stood.
"Alright. No one makes a move on Annabelle Swan—friendly or otherwise—without discussing it with the family first. Emmett, you are not to offer to spot her in the gym. Jasper, no emotional manipulations. Alice, keep watching, even if all you see is glitter."
"What about me?" Edward asked, voice tight.
Carlisle hesitated. "…Try not to have another psychic identity crisis, son."
Later That Night – Emmett's Confession
In the garage, Emmett filmed a video for his private YouTube channel.
"Day 1: Operation Become the Swan. I'm going to figure out her macros, her reps, her soul. This is bigger than gains. This is destiny."
He looked into the camera, deadly serious.
"If she can bench a van… I can bench my limits."