ecto1B: Hey everyone! It's me! ecto1B! (Didn't mean to rhyme. hehe) This is my brand new story (and brand new intro-thing), appropriately titled BLEND. Basically it's a crossover between Treasure Planet and Star Wars. It also includes two OCs that should make you laugh.
Charity: Wait, why will we make everyone laugh?
ecto1B: Because you two are crazy fangirls. Duh. Crazy fangirls are FUNNY.
Atlas: o_O I'm not crazy!
ecto1B: (wags finger) Yes you are, Attie. Very crazy.
Atlas: (starts crying)
Charity: Oh good job, ecto1B. You made her cry!
ecto1B: Why don't I introduce the OTHER characters in this story BEFORE I get it started and BEFORE you start sobbing all over the place?
Atlas: (stops crying) Other characters?
ecto1B: Well yeah. Other characters. You do know that you two are characters in my Star Wars/Treasure Planet crossover, right? (looks in disbelief)
Charity: ^_^
Atlas: O.O YOU MEAN JIMMY? MY JIMMY? (glomps ecto1B)
Charity: And Rex?
ecto1B: (shoves Atlas away) YES. Both of them. Wanna meet them?
Atlas: (jumps up and down) YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!!!!!!!!!!!
ecto1B: You'll just have to wait until NEXT chapter! (evil laugh) Mwahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! Now do the disclaimer, please.
Atlas: (resumes crying)
Charity: Uh... ecto1B doesn't own Treasure Planet, Star Wars or any of it's characters. George Lucas owns Star Wars, and Disney owns Treasure Planet. She only owns Charity, and her friend Kimi owns Atlas.
Atlas: O_o Someone owns me? WHO?
ecto1B: (ignores Atlas) ENJOY THE STORY! READ AND REVIEW!
BLEND
Chapter 1
Button-Mashing
"Aww, Bob Saget!"
Tossing the PS2 controller onto the ground in irritation, the thin brunette stood up and reluctantly went to reset the game system. The tiny green light on the PS2 faded to red for a brief second before returning to its iridescent emerald shade when she pushed against the button. Groaning, the girl went back to her large plush beanbag and retrieved the controller from the ground. The flat screen TV soon displayed the PLAYSTATION 2 logo, and eventually the familiar Call Of Duty Modern Warfare emblem as well. The girl took a deep breath, ran her fingers through her thick caramel-colored locks and shut her eyes, so as not to get angry at the malfunctioning game again. This was the third time within three hours that the game had frozen. She didn't know if it was the PS2 that was being glitchy or the used COD game she'd purchased yesterday, but frankly she hoped it was the game. If something were wrong with her beloved PS2… she'd surely go mad of boredom. Where would she play Star Wars Battlefront and Rock Band?
Just then, the door to her basement playroom opened wide, and a tall teenage girl with long blonde hair and wide hazel eyes rushed in. In her hand she held a Fruits Basket anime novel. A page near the middle had been lazily dog-eared over.
"Hey Charity?" the girl asked, plopping herself down on the second beanbag and eyeing the TV screen intently as the COD game began. "The toilet paper's officially out in the bathroom." She opened her book. "Just letting you know."
Charity began button-mashing on her controller, nodding absentmindedly to her friend. On the TV screen, she was caught in the crossfire of a German attack outside of Bastogne, and, since being relatively new to COD, she didn't quite know all the correct buttons to press. Her character flailed wildly across the screen, firing his rifle in a continuous barrage at everything in sight.
"Um… Charity? You do realize you're hitting your own guys, right?"
"Yeah, Attie, I know." Her friend's real name was Atlas, but everyone called her Attie for short. The unusual name Atlas had been given had a reasonable explanation. Her parents were renowned astrologists, and all of their children were named after stars within the Taurus constellation, since Taurus was their favorite. There was Atlas, Pleione and Electra, and a baby boy on its way, referred to as Alcyone. Atlas hated that her parents had given her and her siblings such abnormal names, but coincidentally, Charity had a similar story.
Charity's real name was Persephone, named after the wife of Hades in Greek mythology. Going into kindergarten, no one expected toddlers to pronounce "Persephone" all the time, so a teacher, spotting a flyer hanging on the wall, dubbed Persephone "Charity," and it had remained the same ever since. Charity was grateful that her real name had been long forgotten, because during a Greek mythology unit in middle school, they had read the story of Persephone and Hades. Married to the lord of the Underworld? Charity hated that. She hated her parents for naming her Persephone, as well. It made her feel very evil inside.
"Wait…" Atlas lowered her book from her face and gaped at Charity's swiftly-moving hands. "Are you button-mashing?!?!?!" Atlas suddenly glomped Charity into a big hug, sending the PS2 controller flying. "I'm so proud of you!"
"Gerr—off—mehhhh…" Charity grumbled, trying to shove her friend back onto her own beanbag. "I'm… losing the battle…"
"But you were BUTTON-MASHING!" Atlas squealed again. "I'm so freakin' PROUD of you! You used to be totally AGAINST button-mashing in videogames, and now LOOK AT YOU!" Atlas got up and wiped a fake tear from her eye, clutching the manga to her chest. "You've grown up so much…"
Charity, now free of her friend's powerful grip, scrambled for the controller laying on the floor near her feet. But the very second she picked it up, redness filled the screen and the words "You were killed by a grenade!" appeared. Furious, Charity chucked the controller back onto the floor and wailed despairingly. She collapsed onto the beanbag and buried her head in its fabric, still moaning with outrage.
"This game is SO not fair!" Charity muttered, flipping onto her back and staring blankly at the popcorn ceiling above her. "How did I get killed by a grenade when I didn't see any Germans?"
Atlas was already scrutinizing at a page in her book. "Maybe they were afraid at your ah-mazing button-mashing skills and didn't want to fight you in the open, so they tossed a grenade to see what you'd do." The girl titled her head to the right, musing thoughtfully. "Unlike Star Wars Battlefront, where the droids are just plain dumb and attack you head on. Which reminds me of that episode of Star Wars The Clone Wars where—"
"Do you wanna just watch a movie?" Charity hastily interrupted her friend before she began to ramble. "Treasure Planet or something?" She sighed and shut of the PS2. "I'll play COD tomorrow when you're not here to glomp me or chatter about D.."
"Sounds guuuuuuud!" Atlas dropped the manga and ran to the DVD cabinet in Charity's basement, flinging it open and snatching up the DVD case for their favorite sleepover movie. It was Saturday, and the two friends were having a sleepover—as usual. They lived in the same neighborhood and were constantly at each other's houses. Some people often mistook them for twins, even though their hair colors were totally opposite. And Charity had moved to Indiana only a little over a year ago, but the girls were still inseparable. Charity believed it was the best of luck when she'd run into Atlas on the first day of school. They had been mildly friendly towards each other until a change of fate revealed that both of them were in love with Jim Hawkins, the main character of Treasure Planet. Their friendship took off from there.
"Pop it in, will 'ya?" Charity laughed, pointing to the DVD player under the flat screen. Atlas removed the DVD from its case and laid it gently into the player. In less than a minute, the movie's menu had appeared on the screen.
Both girls shrieked with excitement. Charity grabbed the remote control from the nearby couch and pressed Play. The screen turned black. More shrieking.
A door from upstairs opened. "Charity! Pipe down! Your brother's trying to sleep!" The door shut.
"Yeah," Atlas mimicked playfully. "Be quiet, Charity. Spiro's trying to sleep!"
Charity smiled at her friend. "Spiro can sleep after the movie's over. Right now, Jimmy's coming!"
The narrator's sonorous tone erupted through the room as Charity turned the volume up higher. She could almost feel her body shaking as he spoke.
"On the clearest of nights, when the winds of the Etherium were calm and peaceful," he boomed, and Atlas giggled—"the great merchant ships with their cargoes of Arcturian sura crystals felt safe and secure." A shudder ran down Charity's spine, and she leaned back in the beanbag, taking in the narrator's enticing, monotone introduction. She noticed Atlas mouthing the words as he spoke, smiling largely as she did so. Charity joined her in reciting what they'd heard so much.
But the girls didn't notice another sound—faint, but very abnormal—echoing outside the house. It was a foreign sound for such a quaint little neighborhood at the bottom of Indiana. Very few people within the neighborhood stopped and wondered "What is that strange sound?"
And only Charity and Atlas would've known what the sound was—if they had been listening.
Atlas: What's the sound?
ecto1B: (wags finger) Not gonna tell you! You just have to wait until my next chapter!
Charity: Not even one hint? (begs)
ecto1B: Not even one. But next chapter, you two get to meet the cast of Star Wars the Clone Wars and Treasure Planet!
Atlas: XD ARE YOU FREAKIN' SERIOUS? (tries to glomp ecto1B again)
ecto1B: NO. Just NO. Or I will tell your owner to punish you.
Atlas: O.o What?!?!?
Charity: (smirks) I'm grateful, cause ecto1B owns me, and she'd NEVER hurt me.
ecto1B: (gives Charity unsure look)
Charity: O.o"
ecto1B: Please review my amazing new story! Give me feedback! Ideas! Comments! You like my new OCs? Excited to meet the Star Wars and Treasure Planet characters? Tell me! Sayonara, dear readers!