Here in Los Angeles, California in the year 2017, we live in a world were both humans and animated characters co-exist with on another; a community inhabited by us real-life human beings and the either traditional or CGI-animated celluloid cartoon characters. Ever since the 1940's, toons and humans have been living among each other in and outside of their residence of Toontown, where everything and everyone is animated and cartoonish. Possibly the most popular among the cartoon populace is the Disney characters. First created by famous filmmaker and cartoonist, Walt Disney, they were so popular then and now, that they've made merchandise, TV shows, cruises and even theme parks. There was no denying how iconic most Disney characters were nowadays. Take Mickey Mouse for example. He was the first cartoon ever drawn by the man himself. Each Disney character live in an exact replica of the locations from the movies, while some prefer to live in real homes like real people. There were a couple of times when toons and humans spoke out against each other in a sort of civil war. Even toons rallied against other toons based on their views on their dimensional design or the companies that created them and so on. Disney and DreamWorks have been at each other's throats for a while now. Possibly because Disney has made a longer slew of movies and franchises than they did and have a longer history. Every since Jeffrey Katzenberg retired from Disney and left to help start DreamWorks, all bets were off. DreamWorks had started off with a few traditional animated movies of their own before cutting to CGI. Each company has accused each other of stealing and/or plagiarizing each other's ideas for movies. But eventually, DreamWorks decided to not make any more conflicts with their rivals and live in a more peaceful environment. However, they vow never to work with them or live among them.

Eight months after, the government began a social movement-type multinational organization called the International Civil Rights Association for Animated Civilization, or I.C.R.A.A.C for short, dedicated to monitor and secure the shared population between the humans and cartoons. They have separate divisions for each film company; such as Disney, DreamWorks, Warner Brothers, 20th Century Fox, Illumination Entertainment, Sony Pictures, etc. A representative (or consultant) is chosen to speak for each division and live among the toons of said company to keep a watchful eye. They also help out the toons by giving them jobs, shelter, insurance, money and everything they could possibly need. But there was one thing that stood out from the rest of the toons. There were the villains; the fewer cartoons who never change or have argumentative beliefs and decides where they would commits devious acts of violence and terrorism. The I.C.R.A.A.C. sends down their SWAT team to deal with the situation.

The city of San Francisco was blanketed by the midnight sky and the city was alive as ever. The lights, the citizens going about their business, everything average. In Lincoln Park, a young couple was enjoying their walk together. It was none other than Gogo Tomago, a character from Big Hero 6, with her human boyfriend, Rick Townley. Yes, humans have been allowed to have relationships with cartoons. Ever since 1959, legal marriage and any sort of romantic relationship between humans and toons has been legalized. Gogo and Rick have been dating ever since Rick first attended the San Francisco Institute of Technology (built to be based off of the school from the movie) and impressed her with his knowledge of motorcycles and need for speed. Rick is what you would call a daredevil and a speed demon. A few certain traits that Gogo has as well.

"And how's Hiro been holding up?" asked Rick as they walked.

"Ah, you know, determined about his work. The usual stuff. Our little overachiever." Gogo shrugged in her usual nonchalant and cool manner.

"You know Hiro. He's just always full of ideas. Creative ideas." Rick acknowledged. "Though at times a little hesitant."

"Well, he just needs to stop whining and-"

"Don't say it." Rick rolled his eyes, not wanting to hear her infamous catchphrase.

But Gogo said it anyway out of amusement to tease and annoy her human boyfriend.

"Woman up." She jested with a taunting grin, making Rick laugh and give her a playful shove.

Rick then changed the subject by asking, "So anyway, you're still up for that movie tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah. The one with Ellen Page?" quizzed Gogo.

"Flatliners." Rick hinted.

"Right, that one." nodded Gogo, remembering. "Is that supposed to be a remake of the original movie?"

"I think it was supposed to be at first, but they they soon changed it to be a sequel or prequel or something." explained Rick.

"Figures." sighed Gogo as she shook her head.

"It'll be interesting to see a scary movie with my toon girlfriend." Rick remarked.

"Rick." said Gogo with a warning tone, reminding him that she's not comfortable with that term as she considers it racist.

"Fine, celluloid." Rick corrected himself sarcastically, making his adrenaline junkie girlfriend shake her head with a chuckle.

"You know, you're lucky you're cute." Gogo smirked at him, sounding amused.

"You're lucky you're damn hot." Rick shot back, putting his hand around her waist. Gogo wanted to shove him for that, but instead, she rolled her eyes at his wittiness, yet smiled nonetheless.

All of the sudden, a large, black figure zoomed past their peripheral vision a feet feet ahead of them. Because it was too dark outside to fully see and because it moved faster than normal, it was hard to make what it actually was. However, Gogo got curious as to what that thing was and where it came from. With the speed of a cougar, she darted down the path to follow it and see what it was, leaving Rick to reluctantly chase behind, confused.

"What was that?" asked Gogo as she ran like there was no tomorrow.

"Gogo! Wait! It was probably just an animal!" Rick shouted as he followed close behind her.

"It didn't look like an animal! Not any animal I've ever seen!" Gogo shouted back.

"Gogo! Slow down!"

As she was the most athletic, Gogo was thankful that she joined the track team as she could run a mile faster than anyone and never stop to catch a breath. She ran faster than she ever ran before and suddenly stopped mid-run to find a trail of black liquid puddles. This confused her and it left her asking herself. What was that thing? She wasn't going to wait to find out. Gogo continued on into the woods into the direction she swore she saw the thing head for. After a few minutes, she finally stopped to take a breath and looked around for the thing. Thankfully, she pulled out her iPhone, turned on the flashlight and used it to see in the nightly darkness. So far, all she could see was the trees, grass, branches on the ground, nothing out of the ordinary. But then she saw it. A hunched-over, black, shapeless figure stood a few inches away. As she took a few cautious steps towards it, it became apparent that it wasn't an animal or anything she recognized. Now Gogo was a tough girl, she didn't normally expressed fear or showed it easily. But as she got a better view of the so-called creature when it stood directly before her, just instinctively started to shudder from fear. Her eyes widened like flying saucers and her mouth hanging open which she covered to prevent herself from screaming and provoking the thing. It wasn't an animal and it wasn't human either. It was of humanoid shape, but lacked the characteristics and features of a human. It was blob-like and appeared to be made of that blank liquid. It had no face and no legs. In fact, right where it stood, there was nothing but a mess of that black gunk. It sounded like it was breathing; making deep-pitched inhales and exhales reminiscent of low snarling. Gogo was soo visibly shaken and frozen stiff with fright that she dropped her phone in shock, letting it drop and shining it's light upward.

Gogo didn't know what to do right now. She could run back to Rick, but she was afraid it might chase her. She and the black thing had a staring contest for about few seconds. And before Gogo had time to react or escape, the thing abruptly leapt at her, pouncing on her like a predatory cat. Gogo finally screamed in helpless terror as the thing gripped her face with it's clawed fingers. And then everything went black for her.

"Gogo! Gogo!" Rick screamed as he ran about the woods, searching restlessly for his girlfriend. His head jerked everywhere in all directions, but he still couldn't find her. "Gogo!"

But then he saw the light of Gogo's phone in the distance and ran directly towards it. He didn't stop until he found Gogo laying on the ground, motionless.

"GOGO!" He shrieked shrilly, getting on his knees to check and make sure she's okay. She didn't seem to be breathing, but Rick checked her pulse and found one. She was alive, but was still unconscious. Rick pressed an ear to her chest and felt her heartbeat. But Rick was getting anxious and scared for her life.

"Gogo. Baby, wake up! Come on, wake up!" He shouted as he shook her body, trying to get her to wake. When she finally regained consciousness, she coughed up the black liquid, letting it drip and trickle from her lips. She fluttered her eyes open and she saw Rick looking down at her.

"Rick?" She breathed weakly, making him sigh out of relief. But when he looked into her eyes, his relief turned to confusion when he noticed that her once-brown eye pupils were now a dark shade of black.

Riley Andersen was jolted awake when she heard a strange banging noise come from downstairs. All the emotions in her head were rudely dragged from their own slumberland by this sudden disturbance, including Sadness who was on dream duty. Everyone emerged from their quarters to see what the commotion was about.

"What was that noise?" Joy asked with worry.

"There better be a good reason why my beauty sleep was disturbed." demanded Disgust, folding her arms in a snooty manner.

"Maybe there's a burglar in the house?" Fear whispered as he shook and bite his fingernails.

Riley was scared out of her wits at the thought of an intruder breaking into their home at this time of night. Her mother, Jill, entered the room to check on her daughter, who face mirrored the same facade as her.

"Shh!" Her mother silently commanded. "I think there's someone in the house. Just stay right there, okay?"

Scared, Riley nodded her head violently as her mother and father, Bill, quietly walked down the hallway, down the stairs and into the kitchen. There was no sight of an intruder so far. Riley just sat in her bed as she listened and hoped that nothing bad will happen. She wanted to join them downstairs, but she was told to stay in her room and not to interfere. The deadly silence persisted for an uncomfortable amount of seconds, putting poor Riley on edge. Her emotions waited with baited breath for something to happen. Anything. Then suddenly, there came a loud commotion from downstairs, followed by banging and the clattering of kitchen utensils and the scared shrieks of her parents. Fear instinctively slammed a fist onto a button on the console, making Riley yank the covers over her head, shaking and cowering as she listened to whatever was going on downstairs. But then, there was dead silence. There were no more sounds. No banging, no clattering, no shrieks. It was all completely quiet as could be and it was making Riley more nervous. She removed the covers and turned her eyes for the door.

"Mom? Dad?" No reply. Not even a cough in response. She needed to make sure her parents were okay. So against her better judgement, she hopped out of her bed and gently tip-toed down the steps and into the kitchen. She gasped when she found her parents unconscious on the floor. The only evidence was a trail of inky puddles on the floor leading to the front door, which was wide open. But with no signs of forced entry. Her emotions gasped as well, Fear especially since he was at the helm. Riley rushed to her mother first and shook her.

"Mom." She said, but she didn't answer. Jill finally came to life as she suddenly regurgitated the same black ink right in Riley's face, making her jump back in both surprise and revolt.

"Did she just vomit black stuff on us?" Disgust quizzed with not her usual disgusted tone, but with confusion.

Jill held onto her daughter's shoulders as Riley helped her mother to her feet. Bill started to slowly awaken himself as he sat on the floor in a daze.

"Are you okay, mom?" asked Riley desperately.

"Everything's fine, baby. It's all over now. Nothing to worry about." Jill assured her in her motherly tone, sounding rather calm and collective for someone who was undoubtedly attacked by an assailant. Riley was taken aback by her mother's strange answer. But what was most strange was that her mother's eye pupils were now completely black, looking like large dots in her eyes.

"Aren't her eyes supposed to be brown?" asked Sadness.

"Yeah. I don't recall her pupils being totally black before." Joy responded.

"Maybe she's sick?" Anger suggested.

"Are you sure you're okay, mom?" asked Riley again, hoping nothing was what she thought it was.

"Of course, honey. Now come on, let's get to bed now. I'll tuck you in if you want." Jill said and let her upstairs to her bedroom with Riley now even more confused and unsettled by her mother's sudden behavior. She was just attacked by someone or something and she just brushes that all off like it was nothing.

La Ratatouille was a busy, luxurious place in Paris, France. Run by both toons who were both a young man and a rat. Peculiar, you may say. But it will all make sense when you've heard the whole story. To make it brief, Remy was a rat of extraordinary gifts. An acute sense of smell, able to tell what he's smelling and his culinary skills are second to none, far better than human capabilities. Remy was the head chef of the gallant, five-star restaurant and his humans; Linguini and his girlfriend, Colette, were the co-proprieters of the establishment. All the patrons were chatting, eating, having a good time here is this beautiful foundation. Every human and toon were enjoying themselves when a new human customer entered the restaurant. He was a bit chubby, sported a goatee and thinning black hair. He didn't seem to show the same emotions everyone else were. His face was blank and drained of emotions, expressionless as he just sauntered into the building like a mindless zombie. He didn't blink nor smiled. It was most unsettling. He brushed past the people like weren't there and sat at a table alone, still quiet and not bothering to move a muscle. That's when Linguini himself came over to his table.

"Hello there, sir. Welcome to La Ratatouille. My name is Linguini and I'll be your server tonight." announced Linguini as he pulled out his notes. "What can I interest you with?"

The man didn't answer. He just sat there, staring off into space, not bothering to look him in the eyes.

"Could I start you off with the Pinot Noir? Chardonnay? Cabernet Sauvignon? Some Muscat Blanc à Petits Grains, perhaps?" Linguini asked again, but the man remained unresponsive. Linguini was confused as to why he wasn't speaking.

"Sir? Sir? Sir? Hello?" Linguini looked at him closely and gave him a gentle shake of the shoulders. Then the man started to puff his puffs and cough slightly, leaning forward looking like he was about to be sick.

"Are...you okay, sir? Do you need a...?"

Linguini was about to ask if he needed to use the restroom, but at that moment, the man vomited black ink all over the table and himself, making Linguini jumped back, started. A few patrons turned to see the events unfold before them.

"Oh! Oh, my god! Is everything alright, sir?" Linguini asked nervously.

Then the man slowly and eerily turned his head towards Linguini, who backed away a few steps. And before Linguini could do or say anything, the man sprang up from his seat, leaping at Linguini violently and knocking them both to the floor with him on top of Linguini, clutching his throat with a vice-like grip, cutting off his air. Everyone in the restaurant gasped and shrieked when his happened and now had their attention on them. Linguini punched at the man and squirmed, trying to force him off him and lose his hold.

"Get off me!" He shouted.

Colette rushed out of the kitchen after hearing the noise. The man looked at Linguini with dead, lifeless eyes, then barfed more ink right on his face, getting most of it in his mouth. Linguini gagged and choked on the ink as he swallowed some. Colette leapt into action as she grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it over the man's head, causing him to fall over on his side, finally letting go of Linguini. She got on her knees to check on her boyfriend.

"Linguini. Are you okay?" She asked with concern.

The man coughed and hacked as he held his throat and head started to bleed from the wound he received from the bottle's blow. When he gained his bearings, he looked around to see where he was.

"Wha-What's happening?" He asked, confused and disoriented. "What am I doing here?"

"You just tried to kill my boyfriend, you asshole!" Colette screamed at him with fury and hatred.

"What?" The man looked at her as if she was crazy.

"Colette, I'm fine." Linguini said as he sat up.

"Fine?" Colette repeated, more worried than ever. "You were just attacked! You can't be fine."

"I'm more fine than I'll ever be." And with that, Linguini stood back up and went back to the kitchen. "Now let's get to work, shall we?"

He entered the kitchen without saying another word while Colette remained where she was with her eyes still set on where he took off too, looking on in disbelief. She eyed the man again, who now had a look of remorse.

"I'm so sorry." He apologized.

Mickey Mouse, the finest and most popular icon of the Disney community, was enjoying his life at home in the Toontown section of Los Angeles, California. He was just resting on his chair in his house, reading a book while his wife, Minnie, was upstairs painting on canvas. She came downstairs after a while and surprised her husband by wrapping her arms around him. They both shared a good laugh.

"I got you!" Minnie bragged playfully.

"Yes, you got me. Just when I was about to get to the best part." Mickey laughed and nearly feigned disappointment at being interrupted from his book.

"Oh, you." cackled Minnie as she nuzzled her face against his.

"Hey, uh, dad?" That was the sound of their firstborn, teenage daughter, Martha Mouse. They both looked at her. "My friends want me to go with them to a movie at 10:00. Can I go?"

"Now, sweetie, you know it's a weeknight." Minnie told her strictly.

"She'll be fine. She's old enough." Mickey reminded her.

"Oh, alright, but don't be out too long." agreed Minnie reluctantly to her daughter. "And don't be kissing some stranger like the last time."

"That was one time, mom!" Martha complained.

"But that boy tried to force himself into you." Minnie argued.

"Don't remind me." Martha rolled her eyes and left out the door, not saying anything else besides, "Bye!"

Once their daughter out the door after that, the married couple just sat there together, enjoying being in each other's arms, like they always did.

"I'm gonna go check on Walt." Minnie said as she sat up and left upstairs to see if their infant son, Walt (named after their creator), was okay.

"Don't be long." Mickey joked, making her giggle. After she was out of the room and up those stairs, the phone started to ring, catching him off guard. He rushed over and answered it.

"Hello. Mouse residence." He answered with a smile. However, his smile soon faded into a confused frown as he listened to the person on the other line explain. And it didn't sound very good. Whatever it was, it could be bad.

"Slow down. Slow down. What's the problem?" He asked as the person explained more calmly. "Are you serious? How bad is it? Well, it's probably just...Uh-huh. Oh. I-I see. Okay, just hang tight, okay? I'll be right over."

He hung up the phone, failing to notice Minnie had entered the room just five seconds ago after Mickey answered the call. But he jumped when he finally noticed her standing there in the kitchen with him; a look of paranoia and worry in her eyes.

"What is it, Mickey?" She asked with concern.

"There's something...off going around the Disney population. They say it's bad." Mickey told her.

"Oh my gosh!" gasped Minnie with shock.

"Don't worry, we'll deal with it. I have to get going. They need me down there."

Mickey drove his car through the lit streets in a hurried fashion, dodging through traffic, avoiding red lights, technically breaking the law here just to get where he needed to be. But he was popular, so nobody cared about that. His cartoon car zipped and stretched when it turned left or right to a different street, far out of what a normal car would do. He finally made it to his destination. The Walt Disney Company. The place where Disney movies and franchises are made. And also the place where Mickey was first created. Mickey was out of his car and into the building faster than he's ever run before. It tiredly took like 3 seconds for him to be inside that foundation, with the help of his cartoon physics, so to speak. Mickey didn't stop until he was on the floor where his colleagues were. Animators John Lasseter and Chris Williams. Mickey panted, exhausted from all the running.

"I came as soon as I could, fellas." Mickey panted, before taking a few moments to collect himself. "So what exactly is this problem?"

"How do you want to hear it?" asked Chris, sounding hesitant to tell him the news as he knew it didn't sound good.

"I want honesty. That's all I ask." Mickey answered.

"Well, how do we put this?" John scratched his chin in thought. "Basically, it's the same story. Each character made by the Disney company is being attacked by someone."

"Or something." added Chris.

"We don't really have a clue on what's attacking the Disney citizens. All we know is that after each attack, they were found with black liquid dripping from their lips and their eye pupils a plain shade of black."

"Oh my gosh! Are you serious?!" Mickey exclaimed with shock and bewilderment.

"Yeah." nodded John. "We even heard that in Paris, Linguini was attacked by a man who barfed the same black liquid into his mouth and just like that, his behavior changed. It's like he suddenly wasn't aware of what happen prior."

"It's all over the news."

Chris turned on the TV and changed it to the news channel where the anchorman was reporting the incident at La Ratatouille. On the tiny screen next to him depicted the aftermath of the fiasco where the police cars were parked outside of the building and where arresting the man who unknowingly attacked Linguini.

"The suspect charged for the unexpected crime of aggressive battery and assault, Apollinaire Vieillard, was later arrested by the local police who were alerted of the disturbance that had occurred at La Ratatouille, where the man himself had simply assaulted fellow star from the Pixar film, Ratatouille, Alfredo Linguini, for absolutely no reason whatsoever. The suspect claims to have suffered a blackout at one point before he had awoken in the glamorous restaurant with no memory of his actions. We have received footage from an iPhone taken by a customer in the restaurant at the time when the incident unfolded. We are now seeing Vieillard regurgitating what appears to be black fluids into Linguini's face." announced the anchorman on the news channel with the screen now showing the phone footage taken of the attack.

"Holy moly." Mickey rubbed his face from the stress, utterly flabbergasted from the revelation.

"We have no idea who or what is causing these unusual attacks." John explained after turning the television off. "But we're afraid that this might get worse unless we take action."

"But what can we do?" asked Mickey. "The I.C.R.A.A.C. doesn't know anything about this sort of matter. I'm not even sure what they could do. Their SWAT teams could be proven useless. We don't even know what we're dealing with here."

John and Chris looked at each other with a knowing look, confusing Mickey.

"What?" He asked.

"We've been thinking that someone else could helps us. Someone who's better at these kind of things as we are. Someone we know all too well." Chris explained.

"Who?" asked Mickey.

"DreamWorks." John replied.

Mickey's eyes were wider than plates when he said that. Are they actually deducing that the characters of DreamWorks Animation help them out with their peril? It's been a long while since DreamWorks and Disney have been living with one another. But DreamWorks decided to live away from the Disney folk, free of conflict and disputes. What can they do to save them from this madness?

"DreamWorks? Are you serious?" exclaimed Mickey hysterically. "But that's impossible. How can that be done?"

"We don't know. But the I.C.R.A.A.C. should know for sure. DreamWorks have fought battles before. I've watched their movies." Chris said.

"But they want nothing to do with us. They've been living in our shadow for God knows how long." Mickey told them, expressing his doubts.

"We have to try. And besides, the I.C.R.A.A.C. only solves issues that revolve around our villains doing bad things or if a character of ours has gone rouge. One thing's for sure, whatever's causing these attacks aren't Disney." John explained to the mascot of the Disney company. "If the I.C.R.A.A.C. won't help us, then maybe DreamWorks will. They have to."

"Well, I suppose it's worth a shot." Mickey acquiesced. "And there's no telling how many more Disney folk are infected. If this whole things doesn't work out, then nothing will. That's it for us Disneys."