Hello! I'm Kandase, it's pronounced like Candace. It's a funny way to spell the name, but hey, this is Toontown. I'm an orange cat. I had a pretty interesting adventure, and I'd love to tell the story, if you don't mind. So pull up a chair and I'll get started.
So I was talking to this random Toon one day, when something (4 somethings, to be exact) grabbed me from behind. The four somethings were Flunkies. Two grabbed my arms and two grabbed my legs. They completely restrained me. I wanted to scream for help, but I didn't want to look weak (I had maxxed all 6 of my gag tracks), so I didn't. How are these Flunkies so strong?! I thought to myself, before a Legal Eagle walked up beside me and put something over my mouth and nose. I blacked out.
"Looks like she's waking up," I heard in a robotic, monotonous voice as I opened my eyes. I was tied up in red tape, in a chair. I was in an unusual place. There was a furnace burning some metal, some prison cells behind me, and a table to the left of me with random objects scattered on it. "What do you want with me?!" I screamed, balling up my fists. "Sweetie, you're one of the strongest Toons there are!" he replied in a stupid cooey voice. "You break the record for the most Cogs defeated every single day!" I could tell he was going to talk some more and I was already annoyed so I butted in. "That's a pretty predictable idea, going for the strongest Toons first. You should be going for the You—" realizing I had said too much already, I stopped. "What did you say?" he asked, dropping the friendly act and giving me a piercing stare. "I'm not telling." Suddenly he grabbed a gun out of nowhere and pointed it at my head. "What did you say?" he repeated, with a meaner voice this time.
"Uhh..." I stared at the gun, pointed straight to my brain. "You can do this the easy way, or the hard way," he said. I thought of something quickly. "Wait, if you shoot me, the idea will die with me," I smirked. Maybe that'll save them, I hoped. "You're right," he said, putting the gun away. "I've got something that will make you talk." He turned around and pulled a tube-shaped piece of metal from the furnace and pointed it towards my face. "You wouldn't dare!" I said, now staring at the hot, orange, glowing piece of metal only a few inches away from me. "I would!" he said, shoving it onto my left cheek. I screamed in pain. "You won't g-get me to t-talk," I stuttered, tears in my eyes. "Are you sure about that?" he asked rhetorically, grabbing another piece of metal and holding it close to my right cheek. He pushed it closer and closer, with a sly smile forming on his normally expressionless face.
"Okay, okay, I'll talk!" I screamed, with tears streaming down my face. He put the two metal tubes back into the furnace. I took a second to collect myself and reluctantly said, "You should capture the Youtubers and force them to make videos saying that the Cog populations are getting lower, and that they should take a break for a little while; they'd listen to them." He had that smirky look on his face again. "Great idea," he said, grabbing me and putting me in a cell. Gingerly, I touched my cheek. All the downy fur was burned off, and the tiny bit that was left was singed. That's not growing back soft, I thought, sadly.
So, since this was my most famous story, I decided to rewrite it with my newer style. Tell me how you like it, constructive criticism is welcome! 618 words, maybe not the best amount ever, but it's better than most of my other stories. So, again, constructive criticism is welcome. Thanks! :)
