Hello, toons over all the world, I've been recently listening to Toontown Online's slowed versions of the theme and I'm feeling in a mood for a nightmare before Christmas.

Now I shall warn you, this is pretty dark, so if you prefer having a nice day of summer, just make sure that you don't have the lights turned off.

People who like a creepy story? You'll be thrilled for a rollercoaster ride.

Toontown: 2014, Underneath Modern Toon Hall

Now you see, when you think of Toontown, you think of rainbows, gags, happy times, teamwork, fighting brilliant battles and winning in the end, or just golfing or racing or just goofing around.

The happy sing-songs of the toons that deepened into the professor's mind, he had his usual scientist clothes, except it was slightly torn, he was not the ever-so naïve scientist that he was back in his day, his gloves don't feel as clean and they also had slight tears on them too, it didn't feel as 'toony' as it did back then.

You see, it was back at the time of September the 19th where Doctor Surlee had planned to go back in time to change 'certain' pieces of a chess board, what chess board is this? Why toontown of course.

He had a sad face when he thought of toontown, while they were in another town that was like it, it never felt the same as it did back then, it basically broke the professor's heart having to think of the failure of having to balance things and make peace and end what seemed like an endless battle of pies, ships, guilt trips, and such.

They always won, right? Then why did it not end?

Also, where was Prepostra and the other.. one? He could not remember the other professor's name, but he knew that he was a rather short duck that was light green, always the goofy one, while the other one, Prepostra, was a dark blue-ish horse that was often the serious and concentrating one.

They had planned to make the world stop fighting, to create peace, but they failed because they could not find the supposed 'Cog Nation' thathad wrapped around the toon's finger of manipulating the others in believing that being happy was truly good, the toons couldn't understand the ideals of having to settle down, THEY wanted to battle, it was their only source of fun that never died down.

What a fool they were, and what a crash it had been when the devastation came.

At least Flippy survived, and the shopkeepers, at least THEY did, he smiled ever so slightly at the hope, but he eventually frowned when he remembered that hope was the very thing that made him ever-so foolish.

Thinking back, he eventually understood the cogs, on why they fought against the toons, they seemed to be asking for world domination, it seemed so much like that, the toon was blind, the shopkeepers were, HE was, and every day he wanted to undo the mistakes of his past.

But his eyes opened soon after 'Toontown' got catastrophic, the cogs were not fighting for dominance, they weren't fighting for greed of money even though they seemed to be, they weren't fighting for unfair law or to boss everyone about or to sell things endlessly.

They were fighting for freedom, to truly have the right of being someone who wasn't a 'it' but rather a 'him' or a 'her', they were always extremely determined about their goals, and ideals, he personally wished that he wasn't the sad and pathetic professor he was but rather someone who just stepped his foot down with the determination of to do things that was right.

Ultimately, that was what the cogs had wanted to do, no matter if they won or not.

But then again, he knew exactly why that Toontown first ended, it was because eventually it wasn't balanced and the Cogs had no choice but to use 2.0 versions in the streets just to win, of course due to the endless amounts of experienced gag toons they had failed.

He always had chills down his spine when he was out and about thinking what would happen if one of the sides won, if the cogs won, the pollution from the factories and constructions they'd create around the place would have gotten into the heat waves, and made it so hot that eventually, Toons and Doodles were extinct and even then, the Cogs would have melted into nothing, being a 'immediate create and immediate destroy' example.

If the toons won? The end of the first universe would have happened, again, and then eventually form into a cycle, luckily he had enough time to be able to time-travel so that he could change things.

Still, the voice that spoke to the Professor in their messages always creeped him out, he had recently gotten one a few days ago where they said 'Welcome back to your experiment. We'll be in touch.'

Or this part.

'You must understand, for your experiment to work, that they must understand. The maior instances of the ripple affect them as well, and the smaller ones do not. It goes on, having it's ups and downs, varying in speed and direction of intensity. Like a roller coaster.

Shall we inform him that this ripple happens to be of the major variety?
I'm certain he'll deduct that on his own.
And how so?
The roller coaster, of course. The past few months have been the calm..

The unknown being paused, seemingly thinking about what to say next that wouldn't reveal the being's strange yet fascinating plan.

...And now he must prepare for the storm.

The storm? His face ended up completely white like a polar bear in the Brrrgh, would it just mean that this place was going to end too? Or was it something else?

He couldn't stop himself from having an angry face, he was sick of whoever was doing this, trying to wreck through his plans of making sure both sides lived, if he or she just had to drop in, there had to be a motive.

Luckily, we've saved you trouble this month. In about 6 years, you recovered a few certain items of possession from his laboratory. You've sped everything else up, so we decided to speed this up as well as we have our doubts that you would be recovering it once more. Don't worry - by now the cipher should have taken them a bit. The acquisition of understanding is valuable, and this piece is by far no little feat.

They're practically trying to speed the whole thing up, making so that the professor had as less time as possible without destroying anything in the universe as if it was completely frail glass.

He wondered about the possibility.. Then he had a light bulb switched on in his mind, he smirked ever-so slightly from his idea, the string theory.

Now he crafted about for hours, finding new ways to make up the string theory, as he thankfully gotten classes in physics, after all, he was a scientist, but it didn't mean that he completely focused on the fascination of how pies could be thrown ever-so accurately, or how a gigantic ship could drop out of the sky and land on machine.

In physics, string theory is a theoretical framework in which the point-like particles of particle physics are replaced by one-dimensional objects called strings. It also aims to explain all types of observed elementary particles using quantum states of these strings.

It was PERFECT! It definitely made myself have a back-up, having flippy use this in case this plan go wrong so that he could be taken along with by the clone to work together with him or her to stop this plan!

That's right, Flippy wasn't so foolish around things, we did have a few 'talks' a few months back, don't you all ever-so-remember?

Now, besides, you can't leave them off on a limb. The writings of yours contain the 6th of the 7th piece to their little puzzle - and worry not, plenty of pages are already missing. Perhaps this one will cause them to find the old invention a bit less menacing. Understanding is key, of course.

He gritted his teeth at that, the sarcastic and ever-so manipulating voice of the unknown being that made him want to throw a birthday cake in the being's face, terrifying the being was, but he/she had something that made him frustrate slightly, and it urged him to find something to counter as a back-up of a back-up.

But everything seemed so normal, was he having hallucinations about the voice that seemed to irritate him? It was like as if he knew the being once, and it sounded a bit like a horse and a duck's voice combined and slowed down.

Then again it could be Slappy, the duck was kidnapped by a Yesmen at the Elections that caused Flippy to become President, he felt extremely guilty at one, to not be able to do anything to find another way, and two, to purposefully have it so that Slappy had to be kidnapped.

He was a happy guy! He would understand if it was some of the most annoying and selfish toons, but why someone that wanted to make things good like he did in his time?!

That's it.. It was because of the fact that, Slappy was naïve of things and his ideals were impossible to carry out, he was just the representation of what would of happened to him if he didn't wake up from the eyes of a naïve professor.

Didn't he hear breathing? On how that everything seemed to sometimes drastically change in the blink of a toon's/cog's eye? It seemed so strange, but the breathing was long than a day! It wasn't slowed down or fastened a lot, it was certainly more than just a night's sleep.

His face whitened so much that it ended up being like a polar bear's, his eyes felt like crying, as his arms just felt beyond tired that he collapsed while realizing something.

'Professor Surlee..' He pronounced as if it was just some announcement, his eyes eventually glared hatefully at the roof from discovering this, he just wanted to shout at whoever created him.

'Is just an imagination and personality of a being.' His throat felt like it was burning in Sellbot HeadQuarters, it felt as if he was breathing constantly into the airs of the factories, he remembered when Gyro Gearloose and him said farewell to each other, when Gyro had to make sure that his disappearance didn't destroy the universe.

When he discovered that Scrooge McDuck had accidentally created what was the supposed long war, he screamed and shouted at him for it, the duck was scared beyond belief and hurried out of the room before he could get to him, the only reason he was stopped was because of Flippy and the other professor's trying to calm him down.

He now understood on why the mixed voice always appeared on the 26th.

The 26s is basically a loop where on sometimes on the 26th of a month, a update would happen, or rather a change and hint that would put a key piece into the gigantic puzzle that he, himself, has to deal with,to prevent the universe from becoming catastrophic, like a jigsaw that was entirely made of glass.

In fact, there was a blueprint of a machine that endlessly created things, it explained about how it would create endless amounts of the definition that was required to be created.

What if that was it?

He pondered for a long time, as he then decided to jump into his time-travelling machine and go back in time to prevent this hate from spreading, using his back-up as the string that got him there.

Toontown: 2009, Underneath Loony Labs

Landing in a laboratory, presumably his, it looked way more cleaner and he looked outside, glaring at his oncenaïve self, this had to be the previous town that they were in, this must be the Surlee he was.

A path was discovered, and he quickly ran in, there was a murky sewer that he had to climb through, it reminded him of the underground layers of Sellbot HQ, except he knew this was just a waste of toon-up and things that could have benefited the lives of toontown.

He got to the main room, and then smirked inan insane way, as if his mind gone completely off the marks of being sane, he was sick of this life, and now, he was going to communicate with them, without breaking the place into pieces.

A mic appeared in front of him, it appeared dusty, and it had a note aside saying, 'The Doctor of the Future MUST message the past one.'

Understanding his task, he then started speaking the very message he had once heard, with a few changes.

To whom it may concern: (And yes, that means you, Doctor.)

Do you want me to say who I truly am?
I don't think I even know who I was..
A fair point created by me! Please continue.

You may be - and have been - interested in the contents of this little memo. We would have given it to you directly, but you seem to have picked up on the ripple effect you caused and locked yourself away from it.

Am I not part of the effect, though?

It's a shame really, you could have accepted your so-called life.

I suppose I truly do have a life, but it's a life of.. hatred, despair and ultimately, suffering.

So apparently by running away, it seems you have created another ever-so devastation of a ripple.

Interesting. How do you think that this will play out?

The same way it always does, you probably won't be able to change it though, despite what your pathetic kind.

I remember that, especially when Flippy was once the naïve person he was, he used to be scared of things, but now? He turned into someone of pure fascination, unlike the so-called victor of the elections.

You're asking, Flippy was naïve?

Perhaps he was, but then again, you know that people develop around things, it's the joy of creation, the joy of life, death, and the joy of just.. existing.

Say, Doctor, is it just so fascinating to be a, so-called, clone?

Great, someone's particular imaginations are going wild, I just have to go out-of-the-way now, hopefully you figure it out, but what is it to figure? What is it?

Is it a melody? A cold? A city? The Law? The Boss? Greed or the opposite?

Because you may think that you know where you are.

You truly never know if you actually exist or not, you can't prove it, no matter what.

You Betta' be Ready for This, because it's 'A Big Surprise All 'Fa You!'

The monkey smirked, as he turned off the mic, as he looked at the clone who was pondering in Loony Labs.