Scooby Doo Meets Ke$ha
Hi. Thanks for reading! This is my first fanfiction ever published. Hope you enjoy. Disclaimer: I in no manner have any ownership of Scooby-Doo or Ke$ha. Scooby-Doo is the property of Hanna Barbara and Ke$ha is owned by...herself? Any other copyrighted characters not the creation of this author belong to their respective owners.
Chapter 1: Opening at a Distillery
"The most difficult part of this job is adjusting to grave yard shift," thought Douglas as he walked down the long corridor.
"I need to get some more coffee. Wished the power wasn't out, I'd brew some up", he again thought to himself as he madehis way pass the corner, through the catwalks of the main building of the distillery, passing the large reaction vessels filled with fermenting grains becoming ethanol.
"Damn electricity always going out…this place is over a hundred years old, sure, but you'd think they could afford to maintain the electrical system. Perhaps being under management of that pop star will change thing," Douglass mused to himself, the light of his flashlight illumining the way around the large room. "What was her name again? Lady Gaga? No?..." he thought, more of a distraction on this seemingly boring night than anything he truly cared about.
Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, Douglas glimpsed a movement. "Huh, who's there?" The beam of Douglas' flashlight jerked towards the motion, but nothing was there.
"Probably just some cat, like those old B horror movies", thought an annoyed Douglas. Still, he had to investigate. Turning in the direction the…motion?...had gone in, he looked all over, the beam of the light slicing through the darkness. But besides the usual contents of a distillery, nothing to account for the image in the corner of his eye. "Maybe I'm starting to hallucinate from sleep deprivation. That energy drink just didn't cut it," thought Douglas, turning back on his normal path. "Of course, in those old B horror movies, after the guy find the cat, the monster is just behind him. But that sort of thing doesn't happen in real life" Douglas mused as he was almost out of the room, when suddenly, a thud echoed behind him. Douglas tensed, and broke out in cold sweat. There was something, something that was definitely larger than a housecat, just a few feet behind him.
"Shit! I'm just a rent-a-cop, I don't have a gun, not even a stun gun. Just some pepper spray," Douglass panicked as he assessed how defenceless he was.
"Hold on, hold on", Douglass clamed himself. "It could just be something large, like a ceiling tile that fell. Yeah. I'm gonna turn around, see a big chunk of ceiling on the floor, and laugh and be glad it didn't hit me." Despite his little pep talk, Douglass only reluctantly turned around.
Instantly Douglass regretted turning around. Before him was a most horrible figure. The abomination was ghostly white, except for two glowing red eyes. As Douglass' mind processed what was before him (as best as it could), he could see it was a man; well, humanoid by any rate. Sure it had the features of a man; sandy blonde hair, a long nose, a mouth turned in a horrible grin. Yet, at the same time, Douglass just knew what was before him did not belong in this world.
At first, Douglass was too overwhelmed to really do anything. The horrid figure was motionless. Then the slightest movement from the…thing… made Douglass' body and mind come out of coma in an instant, and Douglass lost his shit, both figuratively and literally, as he jumped over the catwalk. Not falling from being startled, but jumped, as his instincts from a more primal time told him that was the most direct escape route from the monstrosity. The prospect of that…thing…was an even greater threat than gravity. Douglass barely noticed he the floor he was about to land on.