Hey guys, just want to say a few things before I get this fanfic started.
First off, the idea for this story is partially based on an actual work of fiction I had written a long time ago. I thought it might be interesting to incorporate that story into a fanfiction, and since I've done plenty of Jimmy Neutron for a while, I figure I'd do it for another show I like...Rugrats/AGU (yes, eventually the Rugrats will be shown as they were as babies, but for the most part, the story takes place during the AGU era).
Second, though this is a Rugrats/AGU fanfic, I like throwing in some cameos and mention a few other people from different shows such as I did with this first chapter (which hopefully there will be a lot of). Finally, so far the only characters I own are Errol and Ashley. Everyone else belongs to their respective copyright owners. Oh, and enjoy!
Darkness. That's the first thing I ever remembered. Well, that and a lot of strange people surrounding me. Of course, I never saw any of their faces. Or put it this way…I don't remember. The only ones I remember were two that weren't wearing typical lab attire.
"Keep them secure," the dark bearded one would say.
"Don't let it touch anything," added the one with the red hair.
I could feel myself being pushes on some sort of cot, and the hallways were a little chilly. But one thing that sticks with me is the person I see in the cot directly next to me. He was short yet solid, though most of his body was covered in bandages. His head was bandaged and there were blotches of dried blood on them. I couldn't look at myself, but I figured I looked the same way, based on how I felt. He had slight stubble and dark sideburns, which made him look young. Despite this, however, he had the oldest eyes I had ever seen. They were bright green, yet he had a good share of sags underneath, and his eyes looked weary, as if he had seen all there was to see. I never met the man, yet it bothered me to see him in that condition.
Getting off the bus for school in the second week of the second semester of the school year, Tommy Pickles followed his best friend Chuckie Finster towards their respective lockers, which were conveniently right next to each other. They were soon joined by Phil DeVille and his twin sister Lil, other friends of theirs.
"I still think Pangborn knows it was you guys that started yesterday's food fight," said Chuckie, grabbing a chemistry book out of his locker.
"Dude, chillax," replied Phil, "We're just two guys out of a cafeteria full of a couple hundred other kids!"
"Yeah," said Tommy, "How's Pangborn gonna pin it on us?"
No sooner did Tommy ask when the intercom projected the gruff voice of Vice Principal Estes Pangborn with some less than good news.
"Tommy Pickles and Phil DeVille to my office now!" he shouted over the intercom.
"Told you," said Chuckie with a smug 'I-told-you-so' grin.
"How would Pangborn have found out about that?" asked Tommy.
"How would anyone?" asked Phil in response.
Lil sighed at her brother's ridiculous antics and muttered, "Some boys just don't know when to grow up."
Tommy and Phil sat in front of Pangborn's office desk awaiting their unholy punishment. No one could ever tell what they were to expect from Pangborn. On one end of the room, there were photos of his days as a wrestler and both his child psychology degrees. The other side consisted of poetry books and a plant named Elmira he had since college.
"Mr. Pangborn, can you even prove we're the ones that started that food fight?" asked Tommy.
Pangborn cracked his knuckles before leaning in towards the smaller, purple-haired boy that seemingly questioned his authority.
"I don't need to," replied Pangborn, "I was tipped off that it was you two…that, and I have a photo clearly showing you two in the food fight."
Pangborn pulled out the photo of Tommy and Phil with pie slices in each of their hands with other people surrounding them throwing or being hit by the chocolate-chip meatloaf (courtesy of their less than ordinary chef Pepe).
That can't possibly prove we started it, thought Tommy, and he was about to say it to Pangborn.
"Man, who'd have thought someone would be smart enough to get pictures of us starting the food fight?" asked Phil.
As Tommy slapped his hand on his forehead, Pangborn roared, "Aha! It was you two! Trash duty for two weeks!"
"Phil…" muttered Tommy, looking ready to strangle him.
"Eh heh, oops?"
Phil pulled his collar breaking a nervous sweat as one of the office workers walked in with a student inside his office.
"This him?" asked Pangborn.
The red-haired office worker simply nodded her head and left the office.
"I've already been made aware of your situation," said Pangborn, organizing some papers to give to the student, "Or at least what I'm allowed to know. If you head towards the gym from here, your first class will be on the second door to your right."
"Sounds simple enough," the new guy said.
Tommy and Phil were just a little more than surprised that someone who looked as young as them could have such a deep, raspy voice. Add that to his broad chin and wavy black hair that slightly shined with red highlights. Of course, it was soon at the back of their minds now that they were sentenced to two weeks of cleaning up trash after school.
The upperclassmen, more commonly referred to as teenagers, were beginning to assemble in their respective classrooms. Angelica Pickles was attempting to apply some last minute makeup on at her desk while Susie Carmichael, who was sitting behind her, was catching up on the previous day's math review.
"Angelica, don't you care in the least that you're dangerously close to failing math?" asked Susie, "And whining to the teacher doesn't work on Mr. Marsh."
"Well excuse me for having other things to worry about during the second week of the semester," replied Angelica.
"Yeah," chuckled Susie, "Like getting manicures or trying to win Daryl's affection."
"Oh, please," said Angelica, brushing off Susie's reference to Daryl, "Daryl is so last year! I've got my eyes on someone else."
"Someone you've known since preschool?" said an all too hopeful Harold, who was sitting next to Angelica, "Someone with red hair and freckles?"
"Dream on, Harold," replied Angelica.
When Mr. Marsh walked into the classroom, it meant the class was ready to begin.
"Good morning, class," said the feeble old man, placing his suitcase down, "I apologize for my absence last week. I was visiting my nephew Randy in Colorado. He's a geologist and invited the family to one of his presentations for their governor. But enough about me, let's do roll call."
Mr. Marsh began going down the names on his list. Since it was not done alphabetically or by seating chart, the names were called off at random. Angelica Pickles and Susie Carmichael were among the first. Mr. Marsh then called Daryl, Savannah, Brianna, Harold, Sean, and so forth until he was towards the bottom of his list.
"Errol Blunt," said Mr. Marsh.
"I think you already called on me," said Daryl, who was sitting towards the front.
"Not Daryl," said Mr. Marsh, "Errol."
"Right here."
The voice came from towards the back of the classroom. Those who turned around to see him saw the same person Tommy and Phil saw in Pangborn's office. However, since he was in closer range to this group, they were able to see that his left eye was simply a glass eye.
"Ah, you must be new," said Mr. Marsh, "Your name was written in pen as opposed to being typed onto the sheet."
"That's one way of putting it," replied Errol, resting his chin on his hand with a smirk.
Though he stood out amongst others, no one really said much. Then again, they were too bored with the math lesson to do so.
"Okay, now does anyone know the percentage of 7/8?"
Normally, the class would mumble amongst each other pretending like they were thinking, but in reality, none of them, except occasionally Susie, had any idea of the answer. However, this time, in less than a second, Errol responded from the back.
"87.5"
Everyone turned around and looked at him in shock.
"No way," said Savannah.
"That can't be right," said Brianna.
"Very good, Errol," said Mr. Marsh, writing the answer on the board, "The percentage of 7/8 is 87.5%"
Everyone turned around and looked at him in even more shock.
"No way," said Savannah.
"How did he get that?" asked Brianna.
The rest of the class continued as such. Mr. Marsh would present a seemingly impossible math equation and Errol would have the answer. The students were saved from their agony by the bell.
"Alright, class, you only have questions 1-60 due tomorrow," said Mr. Marsh.
"Yeah, only one 1-60," Savannah muttered under her breath.
As the rest of the class proceeded out of the room, Errol briefly stopped by Mr. Marsh's desk to talk.
"Your nephew is Randy Marsh, right?" asked Errol.
"Yes, he's a geologist in Colorado," replied Mr. Marsh.
"Got kids, too?" asked Errol.
"Yes, my grandniece Shelly and grandnephew Stan," replied Mr. Marsh.
"I hear he narrowly averted a crisis in his hometown," said Errol, "Stopped a volcano from melting it."
"Yes...how did you know?" asked Mr. Marsh.
"When you're in our family's line of work, you hear about a lot of things," replied Errol with a smirk.
Mr. Marsh bent down to load up his briefcase, but then asked "What kind of work is that?"
He was answered with silence, as Errol had already taken his leave at that point.
"Come on, T, you can tell me!" exclaimed Dil.
"No I can't," replied his older brother Tommy, "You wouldn't get it."
The Pickles brothers were walking down the hallways towards their third period, which happened to be gym class, along with their friends Chuckie, Kimi, Phil, and Lil. He hadn't told any of them yet. There was definitely a special girl in his life, but the fearless Tommy Pickles was now hesitant to say who.
"Whatever happened to you not being afraid to talk about this kind of stuff?" asked Dil.
"It's just embarrassing," replied Tommy.
While they were talking, a young blonde girl by the name of Ashley walked by the two brothers. She wasn't a typical girly-girl, though. She usually came to school in a green hoody with pants that covered her pink sneakers, and usually also wore a beanie on her head. She was definitely one of those white girls that thought they were black. She turned towards Tommy and gave him a cheeky smile with a wave.
"Hi Tommy!" she exclaimed merrily.
Tommy did not say anything back, just blushed and waved back. It didn't take Dil long to figure things out.
"It's Ashley, isn't it? That's who you're crushing on!" exclaimed Dil.
"No it's not!" replied Tommy.
Still, Tommy couldn't help but smile and blush as Dil continued to pester him about Ashley. Both of them were too caught up in their conversation to notice Errol passing by them, eyeing the two brothers as if they were ghosts.
So whatcha think? Worth continuing? Please review.