Hello, everyone! I decided to put this story up. Something I wrote a little while ago and never got around to finishing and thought maybe I could put it up and see what people thought of it. But first a little fun fact.
Notice that this story is referred to as 'ReScripted'. ReScripted is a term I came up with a year ago and refers to the rewriting of a movie, game, or story to include a character of my own and integrating said character into the story either in a very obvious or very unobtrusive manner. In other words, my stories are OC heavy. So if you don't like it, now is the time to turn away. Below is the full description of the story.
Title: Scooby Doo: The Mystery Begins ReScripted
Characters: The Gang + an OC (who is part of 'The Gang')
Pairing(s): Light Shaggy/OC, Fred/Velma, and Fred/Daphne
Summary: Coolsville High: A place where Coolsville's youth gathers on a day to day basis for their education. 5 students, each unique and special in their own way, find themselves thrust together in a very unfair detention session. When a pair of ghosts attack the school and the entire ordeal is pinned on the 5 teens, its up to this band of unlikely heroes to save the school and clear their name before they find themselves removed from school-and existance-permanently.
Word Count: 3000+
Extra Notes: This is basically a re-write of the movie that premiered on Cartoon Network (Scooby Doo: The Mystery Begins) in 2009 which tells the story of how the Gang met and became Mystery Incorporated. The only real difference is in a lot of dialogue (I don't really like copying things word for word, unless Velma is saying smart things v.v) and...well...my OC, who has existed in the Scooby Doo universe for many years in my mind and is making her debut in this story. Hopefully she'll be well liked and I'll get to write more about her.
Chapter 1: Trials of the Teenage Youth
The horn would blare, a few sleepy students climb on, find seats, and the bus would move on to it's next destination. Such was the morning routine of the Coolsville High school bus. Every single day. However boring it was initially, the grumpy bus driver would find himself having to deal with the rowdiness of students after a particular stop on his route. The doors would swing open and onto the bus would climb a very tall, lanky young young man with shaggy brown hair and what could be described as a rather dopey looking expression.
"Sorry to hold you up. Won't happen again. Promise." He smiled, cheerful as ever (or so he often tried to be).
Shaggy Rogers made his way down the isle to find an open seat on the bus next to someone who wouldn't mind his company. It wasn't by choice, but Shaggy kept to himself. No one in the school seemed to find him particularly appealing. In fact, he was the object of much ridicule, an unfair situation for a boy who really had done nothing but trip and fall from time to time. Either on accident or by the enabling of another student.
Such as a large boy sitting close to the back. As Shaggy came down the isle, asking every now and then if someone would mind him taking the seat, this boy stuck his leg out and cause Shaggy to hit the floor. He laughed, a few other students laughed, but as it was an event that took place nearly every morning, it was an act that typically went unnoticed.
"Hey, Shaggy, have a nice trip?" he cackled
"Yeah. Just like yesterday and the day before and...every morning" He said in a defaeated tone as he got up. The guy continued to laugh, only to be silenced by a friend of his sitting beside him.
A sigh escaped Shaggy's lips as he made his way closer to the back of the bus. The situation was looking grim as far as finding a seat went. Until he found a seat next to a brunette in orange with glasses. Letting out a sigh of relief, he made to sit down, only to have the girl shove his hand against his back and yell,
"Look out! That's my science project you nearly sat on!"
She hoisted it up out of the space and set it on her lap.
Shaggy let out a nervous chuckle, "Sorry. Didn't mean to-I mean-well I didn't see it."
He plopped down into the seat and looked over the complicated looking device in the young woman's hands.
"So uh...what's that? Tryin' to build a better moustrap or something? I don't think you could beat the Howser Company though."
The Howser Company was a well known provider of traps in Coolsville. Mouse Traps, Roach bait and devices that kept the day to day pests away, and there were a lot of pests in Coolsville (more than what seemed to be able to be explained). It was owned by a kind, but portly looking man named Harold Howser and his wife Matilda and they were said to be one of the richest, oldest families in Coolsville. Second only to the Blakes.
The girl shook her head, "No. This is the prototype of an ethanol based, self-circulating nano reactor. It filters negative energy through a quantum matrix by compressing relative density of atomic matter. WHICH, I know sounds highly unstable if-"
Shaggy quietly rose from the seat and continued down the isle away from the girl and her nano reactor with the explanation that was making his head spin. A short distance down, sitting on the outside seat was a red-head who seemed to be intently studying a script. What play she was studying, he didn't know. By the sounds of it, involved a guy named Romeo. The growl Shaggy's stomach emitted alerted him that if he didn't find a seat and eat something, his stomach was going to consume him from the inside out to satisfy it's insatiable appetite.
"Uh-excuseth me, you mind if I uh...sit over there?" He motioned to the space beside her where her bag sat.
"Huh?" She looked up from her script, "Oh! Sure, just let me move my bag here."
"Great! I thanketh thee. I'll just uhhh-oh-ahh..."
Practically pasting the girl to the back of her seat, Shaggy squeezed past her legs and collapsed in the seat. She let out a breath and returned to her script, ignoring her new company.
"Now I can finally eat..." He murmured to himself and reached his hand into his brown paper bag.
Crudely wrapped in a floral napkin was something that smelled, to the girl, so foul that she covered her nose with the script when the odor hit her face.
"...what is that?" She questioned, tilting her head away from him.
"Oh this?" Shaggy smiled proudly and pulled the sandwich apart, "It's a PBJ&S. Peanut Butter, Jelly, and Sardines. Want a bite? I can scrape off the Jelly if ya like."
Gagging slightly, she shuffled out of the seat, "No thanks." She said quickly and moved over to the now unoccupied seat next to the brunette with the science project. When the red-head arrived, she dove into yet another explanation of her project and the red-head heaved a sigh of defeat and moved a seat a few rows ahead.
Directly two rows behind Shaggy and his sandwich sat a young girl with dark black hair that fell in waves to her chest. She was hidden behind a book entitled TRAPezoid: The Youth's Guide to the Perfect Trapping Contraption.
"That makes perfect sense..." She mumbled to herself and put the book down, then scribbled something down in a notebook, "That's why it didn't work before. I've got to try that when I get home."
There came a rather unlady-like growl from the depths of the girl's stomach and her hands flew over her torso, "Gosh...that's what I get for not eating breakfast. And to think I still have to wait another 3 hours before I can eat...I'm gonna starve to death."
That very same odor that met the red-head's nose was creeping it's way around the bus, repulsing the senses of several students. However, when this scent met the raven-haired girl, her nose immediately began seeking out the owner of the food. Her eyes landed on Shaggy who was now comfortably reclined in the seat, back to the window and happily chewing on the sandwich.
"I couldn't ask...that would just be weird. I don't even know him..." Her stomach protested and she hopped out of her seat, "Well, it's worth a shot."
She moved forward into the seat directly behind him and climbed in, "Hey..." She said meekly and Shaggy turned his attention to her. He smiled, "Hey. Can I help you, ma'am?"
She cleared her throat and positioned herself on her knees, then leaned over the back of Shaggy's seat, "That uh...that smells really good."
Shaggy nodded, "Sure does. Tastes great too. But...yeah, not many people like this kinda stuff. In fact, a lot of people think I'm weird for it."
"Oh, I don't think it's weird at all! In fact, uhh-see, I was so wrapped up in my reading this morning that I sort of forgot to get some breakfast and now I'm just...well I'm really hungry. The smell kinda...brought me over here"
Shaggy sat upright, a gentle smile on his face, "You want a bite? I don't mind sharin'. I mean, it's more fun to eat with others than by yourself, right?"
"Totally. Just a little bit though. I don't want to take all of it from you."
"Oh don't worry about it! Here, we can go halvesies." Carefully, Shaggy made a tear down the center of the sandwich and handed half of it to the girl.
"Thanks so much." She collapsed into the seat and, to the disgust of many guys on the bus, took a large bite, "Oh my gosh...this is crazy good. I mean, usually, I only put sardines in my spaghetti and my salads but I never thought to put it in PB&J. Ingenious creation. I'll have to try this one at home."
"If you wanna add a little more flavor..." Shaggy began, and the girl was sitting upright and listening attentively, "I would suggest a little ketchup. That's normally in here too but I was runnin' out of time this morning."
The girl nodded furiously, "Absolutely.." She held out her hand to him, "Raena Howser."
Swallowing a new bite of PBJ&S, Shaggy shook her hand, "Norville Rogers...people usually just call me Shaggy though." Content with her food, Raena settled back down in the seat and took another bite.
"Thanks for the snack, Shaggy. I really appreciate it."
He shook his head, "No problem. Say, you aren't by chance the same Raena Howser who's dad is the founder of the Howser Company that makes all those traps?"
"That's me."
"Wowzers." Shaggy laughed, "Wouldn'tve expected a girl like you to like food like this. I somehow imagined you having more refined tastes. You know...what with all the money your dad makes with his mouse traps"
She shrugged, "Things aren't always what you expect them to be, Shaggy."
When next the bus came to a halt, it was outside Coolsville High. In the rear view mirror, the bus driver looked thoroughly relieved to be rid of the students for a few hours before he would have to cart them all back home. As the students filed off the bus, Rae collected her things then got in line behind Shaggy who was crumpling up the bag in which he held his sandwich from before.
And then it happened again. The pudgy boy from before stuck his foot out, sending Shaggy to the ground.
"Are you okay, Shaggy?" She bent down, ignoring the boy who'd tripped him ('It's just so easy!' and he was hit, again, by his friend).
"Yeah...yeah you get used to it after a while."
Rae shook her head, "That's not something I would want to get used to..."
"It wasn't something I wanted to get used to either."
Raena stepped over the boy, then knelt down in front of him, holding out a hand to him, "I guess I'll see you around, Shaggy Rogers."
Alone again, Shaggy set to work opening his locker. When it didn't open right away, he paused and looked around to assure no one could see his struggle (though in a crowded morning hallway, it was impossible for anyone to not see), then returned again to opening it. A bang here, a wriggle of the handle there and eventually it flew open, knocking the student backwards into an oncoming trash receptacle pushed by the janitor. He mumbled something, slightly incoherently, but heard by Shaggy nonetheless as he began to roll away. "I never wanted to be a janitor...I hate this job."
The trash can rolled its way with surprising speed through the hall, knocking a few other students out of it's path. How it managed to keep itself going, no one seemed to know or cared to stop, but eventually it found its way to the Principal's office. Hollering for help, Shaggy barely escaped a crash course with the door as someone from the inside opened it, then hopped to the side when she noticed the trash can. It continued to roll to the surprise of faculty until it hit the frame of the Principal's inner office door and Shaggy was sent shooting out of it like a cannon and landing (rather perfectly) in the suede chair in front of the Principal's desk.
"Locker problems, Mr. Rogers?"
Principal Deedles was a small, thin man who had an almost obsessive love for bow ties, as he was never seen without one on. With brier patch like brown hair and long, narrow face, he was known for always trying to be 'in the loop' with his students. In other words, his never ending use of 'hip lingo' was...never ending, and his pathetic attempts to keep up with the students and staff made him the least respected faculty member in the school.
Dazed and a little dizzy, Shaggy nodded, "Yeah...seems like I get the squirrely one every year."
The principal sighed and delicately put his pencil down, then crossed his fingers, "You know, Mr. Rogers, I always try to see myself as...you know...hip to the scene as to what's going on here in the CH." He gave a half-hearted sort of...swagger, that made Shaggy feel very uneasy, "And I notice, you know if we're keepin' it real here, that you've always had a hard time finding a posse or a group of...home boys to kick it with."
An excessive use of quote marks and bad 'I'm hip' lingo made Shaggy no more comfortable in his Principal's office. It actually confused him, "I'm sorry, what?" Shaggy said, leaning forward.
The principal blinked, the briefest flash of impatience shooting across his eyes, "Friends, Mr. Rogers, do you have any?"
For someone to have to ask him if he had friends was a very disheartening thing. It was a moment where the truth really struck Shaggy in the chest and knocked him back: He had none. Not a single friend in the entirety of Coolsville High. In the entirety of Coolsville in general. But he wouldn't let that on. Not that easily.
"Well yeah..." He said with a nervous laugh as he tried to form his words, "I've got...like so many. You know, they're always invitin' me places and yeah-we're goin' to the park later and all and-hey, Principal Deedles, is that a new bowtie?"
His feeble attempt to change the subject only confirmed the principal's suspicions, "You know, Mr. Rogers, believe it or not, when I was your age...I had a hard time connecting with people too."
"No way..." Shaggy was being polite when he said this.
"Yes, I did." He folded his fingers and leaned forward, "And would you like to know what helped me get through those tough years?"
He couldn't guess and didn't even force his mind to try and guess.
"Philately."
"Bless you."
"No!" Again, a flash of impatience that Shaggy was still to dizzy to notice. The Principal leaned over and pulled a leatherbound book from the bottom drawer of his desk, "Philately. Stamp collecting. Now-don't give me that look-I know what you're thinking. Total dweeb city...but, it's more like thrill city"
He opened up the book and set it down on the desk. Both student and principal leaned forward as the principal hovered a magnifying glass over one particular stamp with 2 jack rabbits printed on it, "Now, I'm very proud of my most recent find. Look here, it's called 'One Eyed Jack'. If you look closely right here-see! One of the jack rabbits only has one eye! It's a misprint."
There was a glimmer of excitement in the principal's eye when he said it, "Those are the most valuable."
"...Fascinating."
They both settled back down in their seats, "I guess what I'm trying to say here, Norville, is that one day you're going to find friends that you fit in perfectly with. They may not know it yet but they're out there just waiting to find you, that one person who's going to fit perfectly with them too. You've just got to stay strong and hold out some hope, you know?"
Shaggy nodded. No one had ever cared enough about Shaggy to give him any such encouragement, but even now when he needed to hear it, it seemed to not sink in. They were words that just bounced off him and back into the principal's mouth.
"And until then." Shaggy was pulled out of his thoughts when the Principal handed him a paper back book. Shaggy looked at it curiously, then grimaced ever so slightly.
"Philately is Phun?"
The principal nodded excitedly and Shaggy sighed.
"Wow...uh...thanks, I guess. I'll just get going now."
"Hey hey..." The principal held out his fist, "Right here, dog."
As much as Shaggy would have liked to just walk out and leave the principal's hand there, he thought it would be rude. So he gave him a small fist bump and watched out, only vaguely hearing the principal say "Now that is what I am talking about."
And such is the end of chapter 1! Reviews are welcome! Please let me know what you think and I'll post an update as soon as I can. If it's absolutely retarded and stupid then...well...guess I won't continue v.v
