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Chapter 1: A Fresh Start
Be warned that this fanfic contains Marscott (Prescott x Markus) and Turbo from the movie “Wreck-It Ralph” as a little crossover thing to add. If you don’t like, please do not read any further.
This story takes place AFTER Epic Mickey 2 and during off-screen times.
Enjoy.
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~Gremlin Prescott’s POV
“OOF! Heh, heh, thothe projector thcreenth,” Speedo giggled to himself after we exited from the Bog Easy projector screen back to Mean Street North. Ever since he got himself banished in this world, he was never one to land correctly after being shot out by these ridiculous films. Like now, he’d always end up faceplanting himself to the concrete ground, to which I found somewhat amusing. Although that was the case, I didn’t bother to crack a smile for a particular reason.
“Alright, Speedo, this code changing idea of yours had better work,” I warned the obnoxious character as I straightened my body and planted myself onto the ground, resting my feet from fluttering.
“Relacth, Thcotty!” he smirked as he finally stood up and faced me, raising both his arms up. “It will work, believe me, I know all about thethe coding thtuff. Hoohoo! It all dependth on how YOU’VE worked around with them.” I ignored him from that, for I turned my head round in search for my special one. As usual, the citizens—from the cows to the dogs—continued about and strolled around the street, while the gremlins continued their work on repairing Wasteland from the quakes. Being a fellow gremlin myself, I should have probably been at work as well, but I wanted to make sure if everything had turned out the way I interpreted it to be before actually being productive.
“Now,” Speedo interrupted as he stepped alongside with me and clasped his hands together. “If you can’t find the friend you’re looking for—hoohoo—then pretend you’re looking for the character you thwitched the codeth with.”
“I don’t need you to tell me that,” I pointed out as I narrowed my eyebrows. Of course I didn’t need him to tell me that, but why was I having trouble looking for him? Jamface would normally roam around in front of the Walt Statue; it should be easy to find him, since we were directly behind it. Unless, he was currently giving a hand to someone in need.
As soon as I was about to turn my body to teleport away from the spot, I saw a familiar shade of purple-colored bubbles appearing and attaching themselves into a full toon just a few feet in front of the Walt Statue. I froze from the sudden sight.
“Oh, ith that your friend?” Speedo asked as he pointed at the purple-suited gremlin and looked at me, noticing how my eyes have widened slightly. At this point, I didn’t care at all about Speedo’s presence, for all I put my focus on was the figure of the gremlin that stood in place; the gremlin I could call more than a friend, the gremlin called Markus.
I instantly let my feet flutter away from the ground and let them carry my body towards the fellow gremlin, although in a slow-like manner. In the middle of a busy time like this, I didn’t want to startle him, nor disappoint myself. Why disappoint, you ask? Well, it’s rather difficult to say, but even though I could clearly see that Markus was all there, I questioned myself—was he really all there? I mean, not physically in from, but mentally aware that he was Gremlin Markus himself?
Did he still have the kindness he shared with everybody? Playing with such monsters like the bunny children themselves? Did he still hold the awareness of being Markus? Being Gus’s nephew and Jamface’s cousin? Did he continue holding the memories of the days he tried so hard to befriend me? Tried so hard to win my non-existent heart?
I suppose in short terms, what I truly feared within this form of Markus was that if the codes went wrong, and instead, he'd hold every inch of mind and personality Jamface contained. In other words, be infested with more of Jamface’s code than half of his own. I gave a couple of moments to look at the gremlin to observe if anything was out of character of him.
To my relief but complete discomfort, he finally spoke.
“Keep up the good work, fellas!” I heard him calling out to other fellow gremlins helping out in Mean Street. To the ears that’d actually care to listen, the evidence was clear that he still held the kindness I knew from him; so far, so good. I heard Speedo from behind me whispering out, “Good luck to you!” Again, at this moment, I didn’t care much for his presence, but hearing his voice was still inevitable. Gathering up my courage and casting my nervousness to the side, I placed my fist in front of my lips, inhaled deeply, and audibly cleared my throat from behind Markus.
I saw that his body tensed up from the sound, and the gremlin instantly turned to me. He gave no moment of silence, for he put up an immediate smile and greeted me, “Oh! Hi ya, Prescott! I was a tad worried when I didn’t see that you were in the Gag Factory, where were you?”
I gave no time to answer him as I fluttered closer to him. I didn’t hesitate to wrap my arms around the gremlin, to which he gave a small gasp to.
“Pr-prescott? Are you alright?” he asked softly as he lightly embraced my body, giving me a couple of light pats. I couldn’t help but tighten the embrace till it became a noticeable squeeze to him. Hearing his voice all well and in good shape alone was enough to get my eyes to tear up, just the slightest bit (I beg that you forget I’ve mentioned any of that, please). I closed my eyes, cherishing the moment I’ve been waiting for, Dahl knows how long.
“It worked,” I softly spoke to myself as I rubbed my hands against Markus’s back and nuzzled lightly on his shoulder. “Thank goodness, it worked…”
“Uh, w-what worked?” Markus stuttered (as he usually would around me, anyway) as he backed away to try and look at my face. I instantly opened my eyes and faced Markus with a hint of excitement to my smile.
“My, latest creation!” I answered as I finally loosened up the embrace and instead placed my hands onto his shoulders. “Why, if I were to get it to roam and function in the presence of this street, it would SURELY be of great use!”
“Ooh, neat! What is it!?” Markus lit up. My somewhat smile instantly disappeared as I tried to come up with an answer that didn’t exist as of yet. But as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, I heard yet another familiar voice from beside me a few feet away.
“Ah, there you are, Prescott!”
I turned to see that it was Gus. My moment of happiness with Markus immediately turned into a moment of disgust with Gus’s presence. It sickened me to feel as though none of it had ever happened. However, hearing that he was actually looking for me somewhat kept my eagerness up, but I didn’t want to show any of it to the old gremlin. Ha, it’s not like he’d ever want to see it from me, anyway.
“Oh, so you were looking for me, eh?” I quipped at the fellow. I slid my arms away from Markus’s shoulders and crossed my arms.
“Why, yes, Prescott, I was,” he continued as he held his hands together. “It’s about something important.”
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~Turbo’s POV
It’s been a couple of hours since I ditched Scotty and his fellow gremlins in Mean Street. I was in the Floatyard, giving myself some time by fixing my kart continuously, even parts where it was already in good enough shape. This was usually the productive thing I’d do whenever I was bored, even back in the “TurboTime” world. Pfft, what was the point of it? This world had no racing tracks as far as I knew, clearly meaning that I had absolutely nothing to do around here; and there was no way out for me! Breathing in this place felt like dying all over again.
Distraught, I threw my wrench to the ground, sighed loudly, and fell back to the hood of my kart, looking up at the twilight sky. Huh, sunset already? What has Scotty been up to with those gremlins? Ehh, at least someone was enjoying himself. I suppose you can put the blame on me solely for letting HIM have this world under his control. Again, like mentioned many times before, this game wasn’t a racing one, so it was out of my hands to do such things. You COULD say I could reprogram this world to become a racing game, right? Heh, heh, wrong!
You see, this world was encoded with many complicated things that racing games normally wouldn’t have, such as puzzles, quests, and an open world to wonder around and not race about. Implanting such different codes to a game’s standards could be very risky, and I didn’t want anything disastrous to happen while I was still in foot of it.
I closed my eyes as I tried to forget about the whole “I’m stuck in a world where I can’t race” idea and think of something else to do here, find another purpose perhaps.
Grrr, no good! What other purpose!? Racing was ALL that could come in my mind! Racing was ENCODED in me, so how could I find a new hobby and try liking it?
I growled at the thought of it, clenched my fists and hit the hood of my kart so hard that in an instant, the engine exploded and sent me off in the air a few feet away.
“AAAAAAHHH!!!”
When I landed onto the ground, I made a couple of tumbles until my body made contact to some giant blonde doll’s head. I gasped at the sight of the glowing blue eyes and stood up and backed away in disgust.
“There you are, Speedo!”
“YA!” I yelped as I jumped and turned to see that it was only that darn pixie, err, gremlin. “Argh, what do YOU want!?” I spat. “You’re already having fun with your picthie friendth—hoohoo! Tho get back to it while I wallow in my misery!” His eyebrows narrowed deeply, to which I did not appreciate. Still, it was true! I was now miserable and purposeless, while “Mister Genius” here was all happy and go-lucky with his stupid gremlin critters. This just wasn’t me; I was supposed to bring the happiness to MYSELF! It just wasn’t fair! What was I thinking!?
“…I came here, because I didn’t get the chance to thank you yet,” he replied in a disappointed tone. I raised both my eyebrows and tilted my head to his statement.
“…huh?”
Scotty sighed.
“Look, I’m not usually one to give gratitude or credit to those who have helped me, but since your little gimmick has actually affected me greatly, I wanted to thank you…”
“Pfft, right,” I snorted as I waved my hand, as if pushing away the supposed “gratitude”.
“I’m serious, Speedo!” Scotty assured as he raised his arms up for emphasis. I continued smiling as I laughed inside my head to his sudden soft spot for me. “You have no idea how much the code room has changed me. I’m now Gus's—!”
“Yeah, yeah,” I smirked as I made an attempt to walk away. “Thave it, Thcotty, you already have the power of the code room—hoohoo!—tho now I’m through with you. Uh, thay, have you gotten taller?” I suddenly realized a different change as I turned to Scotty. As a matter of fact, we were practically the same size since he confronted me here! He gave a little grin, making me a little nervous. Hoohoo…
“No, I haven’t gotten taller, Speedo,” he explained as he walked towards me and placed his hand on my shoulder, “it is you who has gotten shorter.” I looked over at his hand that was onto my left shoulder and saw something different about my arm. I was wearing a red glove of some sort, one I’ve never seen myself wear before. As he took his hand away, I rose up my left hand and noticed the different shape of my hand. The shape of my hand looked rather rounder in shape than usual. I looked down around myself and saw that my body form was a little different as well. What on earth was going on?
“Oh, you might want to look through there,” Scotty brought up as he pointed at the big blonde doll’s blue glowing eyes. It freaked me out still looking at it, but I suppose it was the only source of reflection present around this area. Without hesitating, I leaned closer to its right eye, and saw something magnificent and unexpecting. My color scheme was no different, but MAN was my form! I had a round red nose, an upside down raindrop-shaped head, two little horns sticking out from my head, and some goggles. I was a gremlin!
I gasped for a couple of seconds as I touched my face to make sure my eyes weren't deceiving me.
“Yes, Speedo,” Scotty spoke from behind as his reflection appeared beside mine, “I changed your code, so that you could look as though you belonged to this world. I wanted to thank you by making you one of us, but…since you refuse to take it, then I suppose I’ll have no problem in turning you back to normal—”
“Wait, wait, wait!” I turned to Scotty in alarm. “Th-thith ith great! Th-thinth, I’m one of you guyth now, then…I can finally find a purpothe!” Scotty nodded once to that.
“Yes…from now on, you are Gremlin Speedo,” Scotty affirmed.
“You got it!” I nodded ecstatically.
“First off, if you’re going to be one of us, and if you’re going to live in this world, then you’re going to have to work here.”
In an instant, I stopped nodding and my smile disappeared. Okay, not only was I going to be a gremlin (I don’t mind that), but…but now I had to WORK around here? No! I don’t want to take ANY responsibility around here! I wasn’t created to work for anyone or anything but myself! Aah, but I suppose I had no way outta this. I stared at Scotty as I waited for whatever horror he held for me. Maybe I was going to be a mechanic for new cars? Maybe I was going to learn how to actually build cars? Who knows? Whatever it was, all I could hope for was that it wasn’t anything out of my comfort zone…
Codes and Stories - Chapter 1: A Fresh Start
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This one probably sucks, but whatever |-P
Epic Mickey & Epic Mickey 2 (c) Junction Point
Turbo/Wreck-It Ralph (c) Walt Disney Studios
Codes and Stories fanfic (c) me
Prologue --> fav.me/d6i75wp
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Tired of going back and forth? All of the pages are right here --> fantasyfreak-fangirl.deviantar…
Side comment: Yes, I did it!
This one probably sucks, but whatever |-P Epic Mickey & Epic Mickey 2 (c) Junction Point
Turbo/Wreck-It Ralph (c) Walt Disney Studios
Codes and Stories fanfic (c) me
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