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Post by RandallBoggs on Feb 27, 2005 20:49:26 GMT -5
Hi everyone. This...."story" is based on talks on the Incridible Topic. I was inspired to do this with the thought of "What would Randall say if he knew his life was based on a movie?". Well. This story certain goes around it. Here's the summary:
After being beaten by the shovel woman, Randall soon finds himself in a strange new world know as Character City. Unknowningest to him, the inhabiants are Disney and, now, Pixar characters. Classified as a Villain, Randall slowly learns to understand his "place" in the City, but soon comes to terms that he is unlike anybody.....
Enjoy. ***************************
“You mean all of them?”.
“Right….ever since they decided not to take our offer we’ve decided to take them…”.
“But….won’t Pixar….”.
“What Mickey? I thought you off all Characters would know of The Contract….”.
“Hmm….o….ok…..”.
“Good then…We’ve already scheduled Donald to the Arrival Station and we’re waiting for our…..additions to the family….”.
“….I’ll be sure to give them a welcome heh…heh….”.
“You do that…”.
The wall screen turned off, letting the room grow slightly darker. But the light from the opposing wall shone through, still giving off different light variances. Standing in the middle in front of the screen, in full yellow shoes with gray bubbled undersides and red shorts with two golden buttons, was none other than Disney’s “Character Trademark”. He stood there, a hand to mouth in a thoughtful fashion, tapping his right foot. Mickey Mouse.
With a sigh and drop of his arms, Mickey turned around, heading to the metal-like desk behind him. He went to the other side and sat in the gray cushioned chair of the room, looking blankly at his gloves hands together. Seventy-Two years. That’s how long it’s been since he had been managing Character City. Ever since he had been given a voice by Walt…..
Mickey looked to his left at the shadowed iron statue sitting there. A statue of his first and true Owner, Walt Disney. Mickey had a smile cross his face. Walt was great. He didn’t care about money or profits. He cared about his Characters….about the kids….
The word “Owner” didn’t seem to matter. The definition itself seemed very condescending. People like Eisner were “Owners”. They owned rights, they owned the plots. They owned the Characters. In fact, Mickey was “owned”. Walt didn’t treat him as something used for profit.
Mickey sighed, turning the chair around and hopping off, heading to the glass window in front of him, hands at his sides and his thin tail curving up and down as he walked. He placed his hands behind his back as he stopped in front of the window, catching his own reflection.
Things were going to change today….there were going to be some new Characters arriving, and it was up to Mickey to keep them in line and happy….though he felt he shouldn’t be ordered around by the higher ups…..
He sighed, placing a gloved hand on the window. Warping outward, Mickey was starring out the top floor of the tallest sky scraper. Fully made with gray stone and shiny windows. Expanding outward was an entire city……. * "LIFE OF CHARACTERS"
Chapter 1 A New Arrival
NEW CHARACTER ARRIVAL…. CHARACTER NAME: BOGGS, RANDALL CLASSIFICATION: REPTILE LATEST: MONSTERS INC. CONDITION: NEAR CRITICAL CLASSIFICATION 2:……….
CLASSIFICATION 2: VILLAIN * All Randall could hear was that voice calling out things he couldn’t understand. He was too tired and too in pain to remember even what speech was at that moment. Those hits to the head really did knock him out, but he could still sense something of the things going on around him. He felt someone picking him up and setting him on something. Then he felt his pain slowly leaving, but still felt like it was some kind of null or something….
But it was good enough for him. The pain was gone, at least for now. But he felt like he should still be feeling it. If he had been beaten to death, he shouldn’t be able to feel anything. If he had caught and put in animal control or by scientists or something….but how come they nulled the pain for him? They should cause more right?
Randall felt a small moan come from his mouth, making him turn his body slightly. Yeah. He was certain now he was alive. *
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Post by RandallBoggs on Feb 27, 2005 20:49:49 GMT -5
“How’s it going?”.
Mickey had just come into the Arrival Station after nearly getting lost again in the massive complex. Even though the room he had come in wasn’t the Arrival Station itself, it was a separate but equal addition. This part was actually a medical attention facility. The north wall was a one-way mirror, looking into a patient’s room. The sides were covered with different machines with flashing lights and readouts. Printers and computer’s all over the place, with some literally.
Minnie was the first to come in front of him, a slightly mad face making him nervous. “Oh Minnie!” Mickey said, surprised. “Where did you go Mickey? You left without telling me where you were…” Minnie replied, very disappointed.
Mickey sighed. “….Sorry Minnie….Eisner called and…well…”. Minnie looked over him more carefully, seeing that he was slightly tired. He had been gone for hours talking with Eisner. She let her understanding side take over.
“Hmm…Mickey…I’m sorry for being mad….but you at least should have told me…”. “I…I know Minnie and I’m sorry….I promise…” Mickey started, taking Minnie’s hands in his. “I’ll never leave without telling you were I go ok….so you won’t get mad….”. Minnie smiled. Honestly, he was making an effort. “Ok Mickey…” she said.
A moment of a smile exchange took place before Mickey noticed someone was on the table in the other room, the patient room. “Oh! Minnie….I thought they weren’t seriously…” Mickey started, letting Minnie lead him over to the wall, grabbing the folder on the end of the middle table.
Mickey starred through the one-way mirror at the Character on the table, Minnie coming up to him a second later. “He’s the latest Pixar Character Mickey….” she said, handing him the chart. Mickey skimmed it once, already seeing such things before.
“Randall…..I’ve heard of him….allot actually….” Mickey commented, looking past at the Classification 2 note. He starred at the word beside it for a moment. It wasn’t until Minnie spoke that he looked away from it.
“Do you know why he’s hurt Mickey?” she asked, still looking past the glass at Randall, feeling a slightly guilty feeling for some reason. Mickey shook his head. “I think Steve said that he….got hit with a shovel……”. “One shovel?”. “….More than one….”. “Oh…”.
Mickey went back to the desk, looking over the chart as Minnie kept watching Randall. Mickey always knew at least something about every Character in the City and the new one’s arriving. The classification of “Villain” was always something she could spot.
But Randall. She couldn’t put a finger on him. Although Minnie was basically on the same level as Mickey, he gentle and caring nature led to her working in the Arrival Station, helping out other Characters. She’d done it many times and had gotten use to the task, but….
Villains were another story. Mickey had had tough times keeping the Villains in line. Luckily the “good” Characters offered to help.
But for some reason, seeing Randall hardly budging and moaning those painful noises, Minnie became unsure of what to think. Even the classification machine had a tough time putting Randall in a category for some reason.
“Goofy watch out!”.
The two’s attention went to the stairs that led down into the room, where Mickey had come from. Suddenly a crash from above was heard. A moment later, a makeshift ball dropped to the floor in front of the stairs and stopped. The owners of the makeshift…..
“Donald? Goofy?” Mickey asked, looking at the duck and…dog….Characters on the floor. Goofy got up first, then Donald, brushing his feathers. “Watch were your going you be galoot!” Donald yelled. “Oh sorry there Donald….must’ve tripped….” Goofy replied.
Mickey folded his arms. “Well I’m glad you two are here…” he started, half turning to look in the patient room. “Our new…..ehh….Villain is here….”.
“A Villain!?” Donald yelled, throwing his arms back. “You can’t be serious!?”. Mickey nodded. “Uhh sure we’ll take care of it for you Mickey…” Goofy said, already starting out till Donald stuck his feathered hand out.
“Oh no Mickey! There’s no way we’re taking care of a Villain!” Donald confounded. Mickey sighed. “But Donald…”. “I’ll do it Mickey….”. All three of them turned to Minnie, who was still starring out through the glass.
A moment passed before Mickey’s hesitated voice came. “You sure Minnie? He’s not like the other Villains he could…”. Minnie nodded, holding her right arm. Minnie took a moment, thinking of everything Mickey’s told her about Villains. The differences between one’s like him and those made by Pixar, by Animation.
“….I’m sure….”.
Mickey took a moment to make sure of what she said. “Hmm…ok Minnie….if you say so…”. Donald was about to object, holding up a finger, before Mickey came between his two friends. “Come on….we’ve got lots to do….” he said. * Randall had calmed down now, but he was still moaning every once and a while. He thought at first he heard people talking, but thought it was only his head playing tricks on him. Things felt calm around him, which was probably the result of his change. He finally had time to recap through everything that’s happened.
The incident. He had been forced to make that machine for Waternoose. Pushed to Second Scarer. Then something went wrong. Sullivan and Wazowski….they….they banished him? No no. Randall knew they couldn’t do that. No trial no nothing. It was exiling.
His anger came back to him. He had been thrown into the Human World, nearly being beaten to death with no one helping him. Like those two cared at all? But what was happening now? Randall knew he had to get back and take care of those two. But he also knew he had to worry about his current situation.
The place had a strange feeling to him. But then again, it also had a dark feeling about it. Honestly, he didn’t know what to feel.
Wait a minute….was there a door opening?
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Post by Mirage on Feb 27, 2005 21:24:29 GMT -5
Me likes so far..keep it coming when you can! I wanna see more characters. ;D
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Post by pitbulllady on Feb 27, 2005 21:28:12 GMT -5
I DO hope you're planning on putting my favorite Illegal Genetic Experiment/Mutant Dog From Outer Space in there somewhere! "Bark! Bark!"
pitbulllady
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Post by RandallBoggs on Feb 27, 2005 23:39:09 GMT -5
Of course Pitbulllady. Hey. It's not 301, but Stitch is in here.
As a matter a fact, like Randall, he's one of the important characters.
Notice a few things.
For Characters...
Words like "Copywrite" and "Owners" actually affect their everyday lives. Stitch is one of the special characters that breaks this in Disney.
But still, the story has to go through development.
Like all my stories, you have to wait till you see that favorite scene or some event to unfolded.
More exciting and cliff hangery that day ^_^
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Post by lizardgirl on Mar 1, 2005 11:11:44 GMT -5
Cool idea, Sean! I'm looking forward to seeing more. ;D
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Post by RandallBoggs on Mar 1, 2005 11:16:26 GMT -5
Thank you ^_^ Randall'll be in the next chapter, already working on it.
Hmm... Strange... Minnie's becoming a main character for some reason...
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Post by lizardgirl on Mar 1, 2005 12:24:35 GMT -5
I always preferred Minnie to Mickey. ;D
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Post by RandallBoggs on Mar 1, 2005 12:25:38 GMT -5
There's actually some plot around there.
If you've notice, Mickey isn't what he seems to be when you first look at him. As a matter a fact, Minnie'll explain something about that....
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Post by lizardgirl on Mar 1, 2005 12:53:17 GMT -5
When I was younger, I thought Mickey was evil. Actually, I still do! ;D
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Post by RandallBoggs on Mar 1, 2005 12:56:15 GMT -5
It wasn't Mickey's fault..... After Walt's passing.....well....when the Walts left.....
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Post by lizardgirl on Mar 2, 2005 11:01:43 GMT -5
Shame Walt Disney has passed away, isn't it? Wonder what he'd say about Disney if he saw it now...
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Post by RandallBoggs on Mar 2, 2005 15:36:12 GMT -5
I've said that many a time Cool. As a matter a fact, this story presents itself in such a way.
You see Mickey enjoying himself in the movies you watch, but after Walt's passing and when entertainment became the tool of profit, Mickey's life became what you've seen.
The first Pixar characters to come in Disney, I think it is a Bugs Life (NOT Toy Story, because it had a sequel), have the same feelings.
Why the same feelings? Because now all of Pixar's characters are in Disney.
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Post by RandallBoggs on Mar 3, 2005 17:26:31 GMT -5
Next chapter's up. Randall's thoughts are more in on this, as he's pretty beat from the last event. Anyway, this is almost similar to Cool's style in Storm in a Teacup. In the sense of understanding and such. Enjoy
Chapter 2 Natural Reaction
Minnie stood at the open door of the medical room, an arm on her shoulder as she looked over to the table in the center. Although she had told Mickey that she would handle Randall, she truly was unsure. Mickey could handle Villains, but Minnie hadn’t been so sure. She had tried it once before, but it turned out to be trouble.
But Randall on the other hand….
She nearly gasped, hand in front of her mouth as Randall’s upper body rose. She froze there as he placed his top right arm to his head, his eyes closed. He moaned once again, that same painful moan that nobody had liked to hear.
He stared there for a moment before his right hands gripped the end of the table. He was trying to get onto his feet. Randall rotated back onto his side, but realized that it was a mistake. The table was smooth metal and smaller than he thought. He fell to the black bubbled floor on his stomach, letting another moan escape his mouth. * Randall felt a numb pain inflict his entire body as he hit the floor. He wasn’t able to react as fast as he usually could, so he couldn’t catch himself with his hands. But the pain wasn’t the problem. It was the overall thoughts in Randall’s head that were hitting him.
His first thoughts were of the event.
“(Those two…..)” he growled in thoughts. Why did they do this to him? He didn’t deserve this! He was the one who worked his hardest everyday to become what he was. Only to have it stolen by Sullivan and his little zit companion. Then Waternoose piles on these empty promises to force him to build the Scream Extractor. Empty promises? Randall growled at those words. He hadn’t started to think of that till Waternoose had shunned him. But his anger was rallied on Sullivan and Wazowski. Everything was going his way. All his wrong work was finally going to pay off. But when they let that kid lose and hid her, probably wanting to destroy everything he still kept together, they ruined everything. But why? Why do these things always happen to him? Why did they have to do what they did to him? Why?
His next thoughts went to everything else. “(I hope the kid’s alright….err…she may not have been mine but….I…do feel kind of….guilty)” he thought to himself. “(…..Ow….I feel like every grade had been beaten out of me….I feel horrible….)”.
His eyes scanned the inside of his eyelids, at the different variants of colors. He had fallen and nobody seemed to care. But, in this case, Randall was equally confused. Sure. It would be nice for him to be lifted back up. But then again, this gave him the sense that nothing was around. But then again, the numbing was slowly starting to disappear. Randall didn’t really like to prepare for what he was going to do. He just thought it was a stupid idea at first, but then again, he wasn’t really looking for options at the moment. He just wanted to get up and the pain to be gone. And also…get warm. The place was making him cold. His lips started to struggle for the word. * Minnie took a step backward, placing her hands together with an unsure face. Randall didn’t try to move his body, just his head, and that in itself wasn’t much. At first she wanted to turn around and head back to let Mickey choose someone else to handle it. She was reasonably considering it until a raspy, low, hurt voice called out.
“…H…elp…..”.
Minnie stopped every thought of turning back. She was a stern person when she needed to be, but her careful nature is what took over when she knew someone needed it, Villain or not.
She took a few slight steps forward. She made careful note not to step on Randall’s blue tail as she walked up. She moved to the left of his lifeless legs and arms before coming up to his neck and crouching down, looking at his closed eyes.
Minnie knew what her job was. Like any person who firstly meets a new arrival, she would first tell them where they were. Honestly. They would have no idea where they were or how they got there. Then she would show them the city as a sort of tour. Basically, her task was getting the new Characters use to the city…..
“….R…Randall?” she said with a soft voice. Randall squinted his eyes, his mouth becoming tight, like the last word had drained him. Minnie looked his features over while he gathered his will.
Scales. A reptile like the read-out said. Minnie knew that Disney’s current designers figured scales were something to represent evil. What else? He had eight limbs. Minnie couldn’t see a problem with that, but then again the developers probably thought he could do more “damage” with more limbs. A long tail, blue scaled. Minnie could tell something was wrong with Randall’s. It looked like his tail was bent inward or something.
She was going to do a better look, but Randall saw otherwise.
She moved back as Randall placed his hands as firmly as he could on the cold ground, trying to push himself up. Although Minnie knew Mickey was right about how dangerous it was handling a Villain, he was still hurt….
She helped him up, laying his back against the metal tube that kept the table connected to the floor. She laid Randall’s hands on his lap, making him lay out as straight as she could make him without hurting him. His head had been slightly nodding with a bit of confusion when she looked back at him.
“Randall?”. * .
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Post by RandallBoggs on Mar 3, 2005 17:27:00 GMT -5
Randall felt someone had come to pick him up. Faintly, he was surprised. He wasn’t put on the table again, which he was thankful for, it was cold anyway. But Randall heard something when he finally stopped moving.
“Randall?”.
It was foggy and distorted to him at first, but he knew it was his name. Who would know his name in the Human World? Randall felt a wave of confusion mixed with glee. Had he somehow come back? Did that women just shove him back into the closet? Maybe someone had found him on a platform and was getting him up. Maybe that’s the metal he was feeling. The sound of the door rails weren’t there, but Randall felt that he couldn’t hear much of anything anyway.
“Randall….?” the voice called, more worried.
The voice was female. Was it Celia? No. Maybe one of the female employees on the floor that went into the Vault after they saw him head in. Yeah. That was logical. Maybe them came in, getting him help or an ambulance.
Randall’s glee took over. He grinned in thought, as the muscles in his mouth felt like dust at the time. His glee thoughts took over. They lost! Sullivan and Wazowski lost! Waternoose surely had caught them along with the C.D.A.! But now he felt like the wound’s pain would hopefully subside soon, allowing him to take care of the two in his own way.
“Randall?”.
The third call. Randall felt he better do something. Wait a minute.
Something in Randall’s deep thought brought out something. The voice wasn’t like anyone else’s he had heard in the company……
Was……was he thinking it was…..his mom? * “…Uhh….”<br> Minnie smiled when she heard a soft moan come from Randall. He was alright, that was for sure. Randall heaved several quick breaths, almost like he had fallen in a vat of water and just got out. Then he started to open his eyes. * Randall’s vision was blurry at first, watery. His tear ducts must have burst when he was hit in the head. It was common for him really.
The blurry vision showed something black. But….it was wearing a red dress at first. Then a bow. “(Mom?)”.
Randall knew it couldn’t be true. But whomever this was, she felt like every female person he had met in his life.
“(Mom….is that you?)”. His thoughts smashed to pieces when his vision cleared. It was….a mouse of some sort? Randall just looked at it with weakened eyes. They really were. He had been hit by that shovel on the eyes so much he nearly felt blind. But he could see. He just starred, never before seeing a, suppose-ably, monster like this. * Minnie starred at Randall for that moment. Looking at those deep emerald eyes. She had seen a few Villains with those eyes. But….something was different.
Normal eyes, one could say, reflect the appearance of the one looking at them. Reflecting anyone and anything that tried to look in them away. But instead of reflecting, Randall’s eyes were deep. They seemed to go right to his Character Soul. It didn’t look like Randall was one to hide himself, only one that would be worried if someone did.
Randall’s emerald eyes didn’t push one away, only dragged them in deep. Deeper into his thoughts, his life. What kind of Villain would willing want someone to know them? * Randall just started at this creature in front of him. At the room past her. He wasn’t in the Vault. But then again, he could say that he was in a medical room of a hospital of some sort. He rid himself of his past ideas, regrouping. Maybe he got knocked out and had been found. Taken to a hospital where they fixed him up, or at least tried to. Maybe this was one of the nurses or something. But….how long had he been out? He wanted to know. Where’s the kid, Waternoose, Sullivan and Wazowski? What had happened?
Randall knew what he was about to do was wrong, considering the person in front of him, but the anger inside him from Sullivan and Wazowski and what they had done to him was still dormant in him. He had to get out of the place and find them. Find out what happened at Monsters Inc. * Minnie shook her head, feeling pity on the monster as he laid there. But she was surprised when he spoke words. His eyes shifted to a slightly more concealed look before opening his mouth, making Minnie’s expression hesitate, seeing his rows of white teeth, some with small pink stains….
“Whe…re…am I?” Randall asked, taking breaths. Minnie didn’t know exactly how to answer that question for him. Sure. Every answer was the same, but how the Character took it was another matter. HOW to put it was what was important.
Sadly, Randall wasn’t willing to ask again. His top right hand, seeming to be the gifted survivor of the other limbs, lashed out, grabbing Minnie’s arms. He pulled her close in front of his head, starring at her with dark green eyes. “Where….am I?” he asked again, more sternly. Minnie still didn’t know how to answer. But she was afraid now. Mickey had told her there were several differences between Animated and Drawn characters. Those from Animation are more real than Drawn, and thus can do more “real” things. * Randall just starred at the monster in front of him, holding her arm firmly. He slightly cringed when he did it, having still feeling slight stings in his stomach. He wanted answers, even if he had to force them. But she didn’t answer.
“Err…fine then….”. Randall knew his body would turn on him later, but he was too angry at the moment with the rush of past thoughts that he suddenly didn’t care. He let go of the mouse and pulled his upper body to the floor, remembering to catch himself with his hands. He forgot to at first but quickly go back onto them, rushing out from where he heard the door open before.
“Whoa! Look out!!!”.
(CRASSSHHH!!!!!) * Minnie instantly got to her feat and ran out the door. Outside in the hall, she saw Randall on the floor, eyes closed. Right next to him, also on the floor was….
“Max?”. Goofy’s son got up, grabbing his skateboard as he did. “Minnie….who’s this?!” he asked, seeming mad at the point, but then regretful, pointing at Randall. “What are you doing here Max?” she asked. Max kept his eye on Randall even as he spoke to Minnie.
“Mickey told me dad was down here…I needed to talk to him about something I’ve been….who is that?” he said. Minnie shook her head, looking back at Randall, Mickey’s not going to like this, she could already hear Donald in the next hall coming.
Now Max (A Very Goofy Movie) may seem just like a random Character to put in, but then again many inserts really are. I just needed something to happen. Anyway it works.
OH! You might be put off by what Randall was talking about Minnie sounding like his mom. Well....in all respect, Minnie could be considered the first TRUE female Character in Disney. So I guess it's a sorta "model" thing. That any female character from Disney or Pixar might be affected by Minnie in some way
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