AM; Hey! This is a fic I thought of while watching the animated film, Inside Out which is a really cool film I'm sure you're at least familliar with the concept of. It also is inspired by the world of Undertale, which is a really awesome game that a lot of us weirdos on the Total Drama Writer's Forum are fairly infatuated with. If you've seen Let's Plays of it or played it, you'll be able to see how complex the world is, and I'd love to make the world of Izzy as complex as this. So this will be a little introduction.
Izzy's mind was an enigma. An unbreakable vault. Nobody could capture the pure essence of what went on inside her imagination. The capacity of Izzy's ever-lasting imagination baffled most people she tried to open up about. What was inside there? Izzyland. Sometimes you may hear the phrase '(s)he's living in his\her own world.' and Izzy lived in her bright imagination in some cases. And her imagination was her own world.
In her imagination, she was the hero. Anything she felt like doing, she could do there. That's why the arguably crazy girl spent so much time there. Things would happen as she thought of them, and that's all there really was to it. But, as anyone who even sees one episode of Total Drama, or anyone who knew her, there was a lot going on in her head. Some things crazy, some things oddly smart and some things that were a face-palm worthy level of stupidity.
Her wild and crazy head crafted so many stories, many of which centered around her friends as well as her. Some lasted longer than others. Izzy also imagined many different areas, such as Marshmallow Mountain, Gravy Graveyard, Candy Courtyard and of course, Izzy's favourite place, Owen's Mom's House! She always got a lot of cheese there in real life, so she made it a place in Izzyland. Why did Owen's Mom have so much cheese anyway? Maybe she had a cheese cellar. Anyway, Izzy really preferred the world in her mind, for one main reason. She could do anything. She loved life, but it was her escape. Anything she could dream up was always there.
But like every single story in the world, there was a villain and this story is no exception. In fact, there are many villains in Izzyland. Each created when Izzy experienced some sort of negative motion, such as sadness, anger, envy or insecurity. Because even the bravest of heroes had scary things coming their way. And a lot of the time, the hero was never actually prepared.
And these villains always seemed to linger in the back of Izzy's imagination. Eventually they'd get closer to Izzy and her friends, and they'd be forced to confront them. And the battles in Izzy's mind could last from a couple minutes, to months on end. Izzy wanted her world to be happy, with everyone living in harmony. Or, at least, her idea of harmony.
Now, since this place keeps getting talked about, let's actually go there, shall we?
Our protagonist starts in the best place in the whole of Izzyland to her, Owen's Mom's House. Owen's Mom was considered somewhat of a deity inside Izzyland, she was often called 'Cheese Goddess' by many. That's why Izzy visited so often. She sat at the table, with Owen, Eva and Noah, waiting to be served.
"I wonder what Mom'll serve us today!" Owen pondered, smiling.
"I don't know... Maybe... cheese." Noah sarcastically replied to the large male, who simply just nodded his head.
Izzy, holding her knife and fork, her elbows either side of her plate, looked around. Owen lived in the best house anyone could possibly live in to her, they had pretty paintings, a pool in the backyard and of course, cheese!
"What's on the agenda for today, Team E-Scope?" Izzy smiled, looking to her three friends.
"Since when was Fatty part of Team E-Scope?" Eva furrowed her one brow, with harsh tones to her gruff voice.
"Since he passed initiation, silly!" Izzy poked Eva's nose, as Eva slapped her finger away.
"I thought we were just throwing rocks at him." Noah sniggered. "Good times."
Owen's feelings were hurt by this harsh exchange, and Izzy felt the same way. At this point, in real life, a similar situation was going on.
Izzy hid herself slightly, as Eva had a fit of rage towards Owen. Noah merely just sat watching, smirking a little.
"You took MY MP3 player... deep fried it... and ATE IT?!" Eva stared down Owen with a glint of anger.
"I-I didn't mean to, it just... happened!" Owen stammered. "Sorry, Eva..."
"Sorry?! Well, I guess since an apology makes everything okay... I'll apologize to you after I send you to the fricking ER!" Eva held her fist to the male in anger, yelling at the very top of her voice.
At this point, Izzy stood up, standing between the two, trying her best to shield the bulky Owen. Eva looked at her in somewhat confusion, as did Noah, while Owen looked at her with a sense of gratitude.
"Guys... Don't fight! You'll make the world of Izzyland get taken over by Depp Ression!" Izzy whimpered, referring to a fictional villain based on an emotion in her head.
"Are you talking about that thing you're thinking about a lot?" Noah looked to Izzy.
"It's a world of wonder!" She defended.
Meanwhile, back in Izzy's imagination...
"Guys, leave him alone!" Izzy yelled. "I just want cheese, okay?!"
The fighting died down as Owen's mom came over, sitting down at her seat, as she put a large block of cheese on the middle.
"Dig in, kids!" She smiled to the teenagers.
"What kind of cheese is it?" Owen enquired to his mother.
"Cheese, Owen." She looked Owen dead in the eyes. "Cheese."
After a minute of uncomfortable silence, Noah, Owen, Eva and Izzy started slicing some of the cheese. Izzy took about seven slices, being extra hungry. The tension was still filling the air, even though there wasn't much tension, her feelings were just hurt. But here, feelings played a more important role than anything else. Emotions created the worst possible things.
"So... Team E-Scope! The agenda. What is on it on this fine day?" She looked around.
"Cheese!" Owen's Mom smiled.
"Perfect!" Izzy scribbled on a notepad, writing 'CHEESE' in jagged lettering. "Anything else?"
"Reading?" Noah suggested, mainly so they'd all shut up.
"Possibly..." Izzy awkwardly looked around, then scribbled 'NOPE'.
"We need to fight SOMETHING. Otherwise, this imagination will be boring." Eva complained.
"Izzy loves fighting things!" Izzy smiled, then writing 'COOL ACTION-Y THING'.
The room returned to dead silence, as Izzy wrote a few more things.
Meanwhile, in the real world...
The room had quietened. Eva and Owen both looked ashamed in themselves, which was uncommon for Eva.
"So, whaddya wanna do today?" Izzy smiled to her friends.`
"I just want to read. Alone." Noah looked to Izzy.
"Nope! Anyone else?" Izzy cheerfully asked.
"We could eat cheese at my Mom's house!" Owen suggested.
"Amazing!" Izzy smiled, not even wanting to hear Eva's idea.
Eva stayed quiet about her idea which would be to torture Owen in some painful way, as she was still even though ashamed of her outburst, extremely bitter about her MP3 player being eaten. However, she was slightly comforted in the fact that Owen would have trouble expelling that from his system. She cracked a smirk, as Noah looked to her, smirking back, catching her drift.
"So, Noah, how's Emma?" Eva asked the bookworm.
"She's gone on a residential trip for a couple weeks." Noah sighed. "I miss her, but it'll help her get her law degree."
"Ew! You get so mushy about her." Izzy squinted.
"I think it's adorable." Owen smiled, his eyes sparkling.
Now the conflict had died down, and they decided what they'd do, they went to Owen's house. While there, Izzy zoned out, into her mind.
After eating even more cheese, with all their stomachs full, the quartet and Owen's Mom set off to fight. In their fiercest armour, which of course was made of candy, Eva's being peppermint, Owen's Mom's being chocolate, Izzy's being gingerbread, Noah, who was reluctant to wear the embarrassing armout wore a ice cream suit and Owen's being well... eaten.
They ran into the Candy Courtyard, where the central of people were. All shapes and sizes of people, some human, some candy, some ugly. Most of them were ugly. Not everyone could be as beautiful as the Cheese Goddess. They pushed through the crowds, Owen's stomach factoring in as an advantage here, as Izzy took her gingerbread broadsword from her belt, walking over to a kiosk that unfortunately didn't sell cheese.
"Hello, merchant!" Izzy smiled.
"Are you buying, Psycho Hose Beast?" The merchant retorted. "If not, buzz off."
"Wait... Bee?" Izzy asked, looking closer towards the merchant.
"That's me." The merchant, now revealed to be Bee smirked.
Izzy, then and there, thought back to when she first imagined Bee in this world in the early stages.
Izzy ran through Gravy Graveyard, finished mourning her pet rat that she found on the street, then accidentally threw out the window while she thought it'd be a good idea to play catch on her own. With a rat. This didn't just happen in her imagination, either. When she noticed a mysterious hooded raven haired girl chasing her, she stopped. Most people would have the instinct to run here, but not Izzy. She was curious as to see what this woman wanted.
"Hi!" Izzy waved, smiling.
"Hello. Rumour has it, you know where to find the sacred cheese..." The hooded woman looked to her.
"Indeed I do!" Izzy smiled.
"Give it to me. I can strike a deal." The raven haired girl negotiated.
"Can I know your name first? I'm not really supposed to talk to strangers, y'know how it is..." Izzy motioned tugging her collar.
"That's not important." The girl who would later be known as Heather glared.
"Stranger danger!" Izzy yelled, running behind one of the frozen gravy tombstones.
"Come out, psycho! My name is Heather." Heather sighed, furrowing her brow.
"Oh! Cool! I'm Izzy!" Izzy smiled, flipping over the grave.
"Izzy. What do you want for a block of sacred cheese?" Heather asked.
"If you can beat me in a match of the most sacred sport in Izzyland... you will get SEVEN sacred blocks of cheese." Izzy bargained, as Heather smirked.
"What game?" Heather asked curiously.
"Monopoly!" Izzy yelled, smiling. "Dibs on banker!"
"No fair!" Heather grunted, as Izzy ran over to a random home of no significance. She broke through the window, and surprisingly, noone was in. Because Izzy wanted it that way, fools. Deal with it.
Izzy thought up a Monopoly board, yet decided not to cheat using her thought powers, to actually play.
"I'll play as..." Izzy thought up a character. "The Psycho Hose Beast! You can be the bee. Get it? Bee the bee?!" Izzy giggled, passing her a bee which had a crown on it.
"Very well." Heather smirked. "I am Bee."
"Street rules, or regulation?" Izzy asked, squinting.
"I only just learned street, so let's go with the ministral Izzyland Regulation rules." Heather, or Bee, smiled.
"Very well. No talking, unless at a 20 minute mark interval, which will last for 32 seconds." Izzy looked to Heather, who nodded. "And at the half-time show of course. And... Silence!"
The room went dead, as they glared at eachother. As The Psycho Hose Beast sped ahead, rolling a six, landed on CIT Square. She shook her head, not wanting to spend her starting $500 right off of the bat. Heather rolled a 4, which landed her on the Community Chest, which in the Izzyland version was the Community Boob, as requested by Owen when Izzy made the game. She drew a card, showing it to Izzy, as the redhead read the card in her head.
'You instantly win.' Izzy stared at the card with fear, as Heather smirked. Izzy, being a sore loser, kicked the board, the pieces flying away.
"Get... Back... Here!" Heather breathed, chasing her. Izzy cartwheeled onto a fence, lightly scraping her pale hand, as she pulled herself up onto a roof of a house, which Heather followed her onto.
Izzy wanted this to be a fair fight. But what if she thought about herself getting killed by Heather? Then she'd have to imagine up a whole new world. So she used her thinking to teleport. She had control. As Izzy slowly teleported away, Heather shook her fist in anger.
"I'll get you, Psycho Hose Beast!" Heather shook her fist in anger.
"Still salty you lost?" Izzy taunted, as Heather grabbed her neck.
"I won that cheese fair and square! Fair and BLOCK!" Heather glared.
Eva pulled Izzy back, staring Heather down. You could see the conflict happening between them already.
"Leave her alone, alright?" She glared, while dusting her friend off.
"What are you gonna do about it, unibrow?" Heather smirked, as Eva got into her face,
Eva said nothing. She breathed heavily, drawing her sword, as Heather did the same. Eva was instantly pulled back by Owen and Owen's Mom.
"Calm down, sweetie." Owen's Mom comforted Eva, sitting her on a chair, as she walked to Heather. "You! Do you think it's acceptable to talk to people like that?"
"Um, y-" Heather was interrupted.
"Don't talk as I'm talking! You are a bad girl, who will never amount to anything except being a rotten apple! Or a bad egg! You're not nice! And if you haven't got anything nice to say, don't say it at all!" Owen's Mom told Heather off in a shrill voice, as Heather merely dropped to the floor.
"The sass..." She shivered. "It's too much."
"That's right!" Owen's Mom snapped her fingers. "Dropped a Mom Bomb!"
"Alright, Mom!" Owen smiled.
"Never gonna ask to buy some Kool-Aid from a Bee again." Izzy shivered.
Meanwhile, in the real world...
Izzy zoned back in as she was suddenly at Owen's Mom's house. She, Owen, Noah, Eva and Owen's Mom were all crouched under the table. They heard gunshots firing.
"What's going on?" Izzy asked, blowing their cover, as everyone else shushed her.
The gunshots came closer. Izzy's heart started racing. The sound pierced her. The bullet pierced her.
Izzy had been struck in the head.
She fell to the floor.
Everyone else ran.
Emergency services were called.
Izzy was in her imagination, but the sky turned darker, a purplish colour. No biggie for Izzy, right? She could change her environment. Wrong. She'd only control over herself. Everything resumed as usual, but she couldn't change that.
"We can get Kool-Aid somewhere else." Noah pointed out.
"Or, it can appear!" Izzy remarked, thinking hard. "Appear!"
"Appear!"
This carried on for a few minutes. Usually everyone indulged this kind of behaviour from Izzy. But they began walking. Without the centric character of her imagination? How DARE they?
"Hey! Guys" She ran after them.
It wasn't Izzyland anymore. It wasn't her own little world. It was just...
A world.
AN; Well, I hope this was good enough. It's kind of testing the waters really. I'd love a review because constructive criticism helps me shape stories to the way people would like to read them. I'll reply to as many as I can. Bye! I'll update soon!