Author's Note: So this is a very random fanfiction I had in mind for a long while... so, let's see how far do I go with this one.
I suck an ass at introductions hell yeah. And probably changing the title of the story at some point bruh... and also the summary... well maybe.
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Disclaimer: Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs belongs to Sony Pictures Animations.
Whatever the hell is introduced here belongs to their respective owners.
Everything was dark, well in fact it was a large, horrible void where he got trapped in, where apparently time nor space didn't exist, just him traveling around a huge, huge pit of blackness with nowhere else to go... his body was floating around the infinite dark space as he was trying to understand what actually happened, but alas, he found himself unable to understand right... out of sudden he just found himself there... just a bright light and then he was floating right away without explanation, and he knew that it wasn't the outer space but somewhere else...
Maybe he hit very hard on his head and didn't know what the heck ended up happening, in any case, he was totally clueless about his whereabouts. He didn't know, that was all, and it sucked too much like an ass.
"How the fuck did I even get in here...?" He mumbled quite confused with an Irish accent.
And then he felt his body being dragged backwards as the ambient changed, to then find himself rolling on the ground until he hit what looked a tree... he was fully disoriented, more when he realized the wild and odd ambient of the place. Then his nose captured the heavy smell of food all over the place making him feel hunger as he realized that he was in what looked like a jungle, and looking to the sky, his sky-blue eyes saw that it was some point at night already, yet he wasn't sure what hour exactly... was he in another planet or...?
Broom!
The close sound of helicopters made him see that he was fully on Earth, and the swarm of the same white and orange high-tech-looking helicopters going to what looked like a big rock candy mountain highly told him that it'd be a nice idea to hide away from them... where the hell did he end? Anyways, it would be better to hide straight away from view. And so he did by going through the trees, stopping whenever he heard the sound of the helicopters flying too close from his whereabouts and then keep moving across the place until he found a river... it didn't seem too much, maybe he could swim across- something he actually did, and once he was on the other side he shook his body like a dog to get dry.
"I keep wondering where am I...," He mumbled again as he stretched his body, ready to keep going. The sound of the aerial vehicles became less frequent, he looked again towards the big mountain and saw a light bulb-like structure being build, something again told him that whoever who owned that place was not a good person... he looked to a couple of wrists bands around his arms, tapping to what looked like a camera at the top of one of them trying to turn it on. "Connor? Can you hear me? My boy, are you there?"
Nobody answered...
"Shit..." He mumbled again, rubbing his dark brown hair annoyed and sat by the shore trying to calm down, sighing deeply in order to try to put his thoughts together... the least he could do was just sit there and think... there he just thought that whenever he was could be just like the beginning of a survival video game. It was a cool thing to see getting in that way, yet he still had in mind that he just had one life and no re-spawns, yet better was nothing, right?
*sneeze*
He sighed again. His wet clothes were going to get him sick, so the best idea was to get a fireplace to get him warm and dry again and let the night pass away to explore his surroundings better the next day... yeah, it sounded like a wonderful idea, to have a break for the night and keep going the day after. Standing up he stretched up his body, his black t-shirt with a large X with the letters PMA on each space as a heart was at the bottom stuck upon his body for a moment, unsticking when he lowered his arms, whose right side had a tattoo of the Bold Hunter's Mark on his right forearm. He was ready to move when he saw something coming down the river...
He tilted his head for a moment, but when he saw whatever was coming, it seemed like a manmellow being followed by marshmallows... wait, what? He quickly got his ankles into the water and floated in, to then drag the manmallow to the shore as the marshmallows helped him on doing that, getting him fully out of the water, he saw that the manmallow was a bunch of huge marshmallows protecting someone, getting out from his legs, arms, body in general and then the head, revealing a young man that was wearing a lab coat unconscious.
"Oh my God..." He checked on the man to see if he was alive, concluding that he was just unconscious, "Hey man, wake up..." He was gently patting his face, seeing bags under his eyes... golly, he must be real tired, "You're safe, just wake up..." The marshmallows caught his attention, addressing him to keep going down the river, for a moment he felt quite confused, yet he decided to trust them anyways, "Alright, follow the path..." He told to them in a soft manner as he placed the young man upon his back. Getting into the river once again, slowly and being careful to not make the other man get his face into the water as much as he could using some of the mellows to float down the river, they floated away for a few more minutes until the group of marshmallows pushed them back somewhere else protected with great and thick walls of Emmental Swiss cheese for his bigger surprise...
Again, where the hell did he end in?
The place inside had light, he supposed that was from a fireplace which made him think that there could be somebody there; he approached to the shore with some help of the mallows and got out, with the man behind him still unconscious, he saw living and actual pickles walking around, and a couple walked away towards somewhere else... in his honest opinion, he felt like he was realistically dreaming on weird-ass things and it was a dream from where he couldn't get up for some reason... maybe he just still needed to digest whatever was happening to his surroundings, who knows...
"Flint?" He heard a voice, he looked to the source of the voice and saw a big, bald man wearing a pale blue shirt with the name of 'Tim' embroidered in red upon his chest approached, his eyes covered by a big unibrow and a thick mustache, by his expression he could tell that he was surprised to see somebody else there, "Who are you?"
The Irishman placed Flint down gently near to the fire as he still seemed tired, the warmth was making him feel better now, drying up his clothes and his body that felt real numb, he sat down next to the unconscious Flint feeling tired as well. He was right about to give his name, but didn't as the man was waking up again, groaning slightly as he saw his father with tired icy-blue eyes, "Dad...?" He said in a low voice, sounding real tired.
"Flint, what happened to you? You look terrible. What's with all of them?"
The scientist was going to reply as he got up, but instead he asked, "Who is he...?" Which surprised his father.
"I thought you met him somewhere around..." His son shook his head, he seeming really crushed
"I'm Seán McLoughlin, you can call me Jack if you want." He said smiling, "It's nice to meet you all... and, what happened to you? I found you floating on the river covered by the marshmallows..."
"They saved my life...", He said a bit hoarse, tired and done, with the marshmallows on his hands, "I let Chester steal the machine and now he's starting Operation Slice and Dice..." The guilt in his voice would make anyone feel their heart heavy, sounding like he really meant it; the tiredness in his voice could also tell that he's been busy for a long time, Tim didn't understand his words neither the Irishman asides of the regret, "Look, Chester's gonna wipe out all the foodimals... my friends tried to tell me they were good, but I didn't listen..." he felt his chest feeling way too heavy at that moment, "Everything I touch just gets ruined..." How more bitter could something like that sound like? Whatever happened, he was deeply sorry...
"What exactly happened, Flint?" The Irishman asked, when he heard his name he just felt confused on how he knew his name, to then just attribute it to the fact that maybe his father told him or something, just replying that it was a real long story to begin with. "Then tell me later... whatever happened I wanna help," He said still with a smile. Maybe he was a foreigner, yet he was proving to be a nice person, way nicer than... "Hey, I can see you're angry, but whatever problem that happened can be solved, or can't it?" At that moment he was being strangely a good server of nice vibes, "Come on, lift up that spirit and have some positive mental attitude!" Indeed he wasn't even trying to lift up his mood, as much as possible, it was real natural coming from him as much as he could feel.
"N-woo"
They all looked down and saw a huge strawberry there hugging his leg happily. "Barry?" Flint said, the strawberry repeated the same thing as the scientist lifted him up as it hugged his big nose, "Barry, I'm so sorry I misjudged you... I-I should've listened to Sam..."
Once he said that, the big eyes of the little strawberry opened up as he started to repeat "Saspa", as if he was trying to communicate with him, to then jump down his hands and make an imitation of the last events using his strawberry friends and a fruit cockatiel in representation of the friends of the scientist. "Sam and the gang?" He asked as the little fruit made an affirmation, then pulled himself into a helmet and grab a lantern. "Oh it looks like a Sentinel of Safety!", He guessed right once again making the strawberry pull the others into a can
"Ah! Sassy pants!" Tim exclaimed, Flint seemed about to explode with that one.
"He's saying that they all got captured by whatever he said before." Jack said, receiving an affirmation by the other blue-eyed man
Then Barry broke the lantern and took out the light bulb from it, holding it in high next to the giant light bulb being build up at the top of the candy mountain, "And they're being held in the factory?!" Flint exclaimed in horror, more than one coincided that they had to take them out of there. "But how?! There's just three of us!"
That just made Barry swing using the plants around and place himself at the top of a cheese podium and then scream into one of the holes "N-woo" making his voice echo through a metallic sardine and then expand to the rest of the place. The earth started to shake as they saw a large group of non-captured foodimals running towards their direction saying the same as the strawberry; the newcomer had his head about to explode with everything he was seeing: a giant tacodile, wild scallions, meatwalrus, beaffalos, a sasquash... he knew he was in planet Earth, but in a brand new part of it... it was way too damn cool indeed.
"W-what's with all the 'N-woo's'?" Tim asked, then saw a TV with legs, with white hand prints upon the sides of the screen and using a skirt made of leaves, the screen was loading footage as the TV was coming closer to them. It showed footage from Flint's invention: The Flint Lockwood Diatonic Super Mutating Dynamic Food Replicator, or the FLDSMDFR for short, when he poured some water at the top of it and how food should get out the hole, then showed another footage from when he presented the name of the machine, and how it got stuck in the 'N' and the 'woo' of his name and his last name. The inventor seemed to have realized why they were all calling him like that since he first arrived to the island...
"It's saying that I'm N-woo..."
And they kept repeating the same all over again.
"Hey man, they all came here to help ya'." Seán said, "Well we're all gonna help ya' to undone whatever you did, it's time to let us." That was a fine joke over there, a lettuce even shook itself happily. "Don't let your crowd waiting buddy!" He smiled, mocking slightly.
After giving a whole speech about who he really was, the mistakes he's been making for the last couple of days, and how someone told him that he didn't need friends, the fact that he was supposedly able to do much more without them and how all of those were just the thoughts of an egocentric, selfish and greedy man, they all got ready to make an upgrade to Tim's boat by adding a giant arm with a fishing rod at the top of it. It took around an hour or a bit less to get everything done, with Flint preparing a bunch of his inventions and a helmet of cheese, in the moment he got prepared to get into the sardine-like metallic statue, he got surprised when his new friend asked him to go with him and Barry...
"It can be dangerous..." The inventor said.
"I'm used to dangerous things, and if something happens I can be there to help with it as well." Jack answered with a grin.
"What if something happens to you?" The first one asked worried, "I-I'm sorry but I can't let you come and let something happen to-"
"How old are you?" The second one asked, making the inventor raise an eyebrow for it
"I'm 23... why?"
"Then you're my responsibility, as I'm 28 years old!" The grin upon his face was such that Flint groaned, he had to admit that it was quite an interesting and fair move that one of the Irishman, "So I'm practically allowed to go with you to avoid you getting into more troubles!" His voice was now a bit loud now he was excited.
"Alright then... just don't be too loud up there..."
He thumbs up with a wide grin as he gets ready to go up there, getting into the sardine with the strawberry and the inventor. With some help of a couple of sub-whales to stabilize Tim's boat once everything was ready, and up the road they were sent to the top.
Around 20 minutes later...
If anyone could say something about what happened in that factory would be just 'bestial': the foodimals gave a brand new significance to the meaning of 'food fight', with them engaging against the Sentinels of Safety in what could be considered an epic event that only the defeated (and remaining) thinkquanauts could share to the world- clearly if they don't go to jail for criminal association for helping Chester V in his nefarious plans first. Flint learned a really big lesson after that: to trust his friends and not let himself get guided by appearances nor a blind admiration for people... Now they all really deserved a good break from the insane jolly ride, it's been a very long day (and night) as well, and they still had to put the FLDSMDFR back on its place.
Walking on the upper floors of the factory, they saw the mess left around, with several abandoned suits of the sentinels of safety, food all over the place, several parts of the place frozen... it was just this crazy bunch of mixed nuts. The inventor was still covered in rainbow colors as the result of the explosion of his celebrationator in order to stop Chester, needing an urgent bath and still some sleep due the hellish ride of the day, and now they were following Barb for a place to get him clean and stuff, also get something to eat as they were starving, and a place to spend the night before getting the machine back on its place... there they reached a laundry room in the lowest floor of the factory, and according to the ape, in front of that room there was a bathroom where he could take his shower while they got his clothes clean.
For their surprise his clothes were clean and dry at the right time he got out the shower, the smell of them were really relaxing... there he found himself sitting around with his friends having some coffee, with them chatting as he for once in his life didn't actually know what to say to them to apologize, then sighed a bit, still thinking a lot on everything that happened in the last days and how he almost lost everything out of sudden for just not listening, but things were already done, he had learned the lesson of the events in a real unpleasant way that involved a murder attempt from part of the old scientist, and at least it didn't go further from there to something worse than the actual events...
Oh no, he started to feel unstable...
"Wait a second..." He mumbled reminding something he forgot, the others looked at him with an eyebrow raised as he stormed out to the hallway, "Jack!" He called out, "Where are you?" How did he even forget about him? Ugh, they shouldn't have split paths when he went to save the others, instead he should've taken with him to help against Chester. Well that'd been a wonderful idea now he thought about that! Jesus what kind of idiot he actually was?! He said he would take care of him even if the Irishman was older but now he was lost somewhere!? Really!?
"Flint?" Sam asked curious, "Who's Jack?"
He turned around to face her, of course he didn't tell them about him yet... Well how he was actually supposed to do that if they were so busy with Chester? Oh well, his head was a total and utter mess anyways at the point it was almost hard to establish the bigger priorities in order... of course asides of placing the machine back in its pool. Anyways...
"He's a new friend of mine..." Flint said, "He found me in the river after Chester tried to kill me by tossing me to the river from-"
"Wait! Chester did what!?" She exclaimed scandalized, "He tried to kill you too?!"
"He couldn't... some marshmallows saved my life and he said he found me floating covered by them..." Remind to see how the older scientist became more and more distant as he made his way to downfall was a crude memory, a wake-up call he received far too late for not listening to his friends, he shivered when he reminded how hard the hit on his back felt because of him diving to the bottom, and then how everything just became dark, "When I woke up I was with dad, and he was there too... he came with me but I don't know where is he now... that's why I need to find-" Then upon Sam's shoulder he saw the Irishman walking with a cup of coffee in a hand, seeming curious around, "Jack!" He exclaimed happily, calling out his attention.
"Flint!" He exclaimed happy as he got near the inventor with a happy face, "Oh my fucking God, you missed the best food war ever! It was probably the most insane thing I've seen in my life!" Before he could continue, he received a tight hug from him, apparently having being worried, "Is everything alright, mate?" His friend just nod in response, to then break the hug and smile.
"Sorry... I-I thought that something bad happened to you..." He said, cleaning up his face a bit like trying to hold up his emotion, "Oh and..." He looked at his girlfriend, feeling butterflies in his stomach at it, making him blush too, "Well, uh... Jack, she's Sam. She's my girlfriend..." She took a glance to the Irishman for moment, extending her arm.
"Samantha 'Sam' Sparks, nice to meet you Jack." She said with a smile.
"The full name's Seán William 'Jack' McLoughlin, nice to meet you too Sam!" He said in the same way and a bright smile plastered upon his face, irradiating this charming-like aura, like saying somehow that everything would be okay no matter the situation. Somehow, just somehow she could see certain similarity to her boyfriend... she wasn't entirely sure why but the feeling was there... "Uh... Sam?" She started to giggle a bit in response.
"Sorry, don't mind me." She said with a smile. In that moment the others got near the new friend and greeted, she introduced them, "Oh and they're Brent," He waved at him with a slightly dumb smile, "Manny," The cameraman just lifted up his cap in response, "Earl," The police officer passed his hand, being held and shaken by Jack, "And..."
"Steve!" The vervet monkey raised up his arms happily.
They giggled in response, deciding that it was time to get ridden of the factory and get to place back the machine back where it belonged. Dawn wasn't far away from making its appearance, they were all tired for all the thrills, and it was time to get all the stuff back in place so hard work was coming for the next weeks... the group started to make its way out, with the Irishman staying behind like wanting to be with his thoughts for a while. Again he looked to one of his wristbands, tapping the top with his index finger a couple of times like trying to see if it wouldn't turn on, sighing deeply and with some resignation when he realized that it was futile...
"Can I say something?" He yelped and swore softly when he heard a female voice having said something, looking to the sides first to then look down, seeing Barb looking at him, "Oh, sorry, did I scare you?" For a moment he wanted to be sarcastic as heck, but he didn't, "Sorry, I'm Barb. Nice to meet you Jack."
"So... are you with them now?" Jack asked realizing the vest she was using, she looked away a bit, "You helped Flint to get back his machine, right?" She nodded, wondering how he did know as she didn't see him around, "Well, with that then I'm amazingly and totally sure they will give you a chance. I saw from the superior levels how you ripped off the machine off the hands of that spaghetti-like dude!" He exclaimed, "Don't worry about it, they're gonna forgive you as you ended up helping 'em."
The ape couldn't help but give a smile at him, yet still feeling slightly unsure about it even if the charming aura of the Irishman gave her confidence; from there they just kept their way towards the inside of the Big Rock Candy Mountain... and again he walked behind, tapping again his wristbands a couple of times before giving up for the moment.
In any case, there would be more time to fix everything...
Right?