Once upon a time is a very incorrect way to start a story. There is always a time before that, so you can't help but wonder how the character got into their situation in the first place. For Noodle, however, there was no before. So her story could actually start with such a silly phrase as 'once upon a time'.

So, once upon a time, Noodle woke up in a box. A giant Fed Ex box with walls that were cracked and old, and much taller than it was wide. She had no name, no memories, and no way to escape. So when Noodle heard people chattering in a strange tongue she didn't know, and the top of her crate being ripped off so sunlight spilled into her emerald eyes she reacted as most people would. She screamed her little lungs out, throwing precise punches at her attackers.

There were three. A scrawny, tall one that looked like a skeloton with blue hair, one with greasy hair and a bottle hanging from one of his bony hands, and another who was giant in size and whose white eyes could almost see into her soul. Her odds were good, and she clutched her guitar even tighter.

"No, no, no, no, luv, we ain't gonna hurt ya! No, no, no, no, no!" one screamed, before she smashed her guitar on his face and ran between anothers legs, trying to get away.

"Wha' the devil is that?" one sneered, who reeked of a high school gym locker, and whose voice dripped with a cruel sound. She dove behind their couch and out of his reaching grip.

"It's jus' a kid Muds, you're scarin' 'im." The person whose face was still red from a blow to the face from her guitar was trying to peek his head behind the couch.

"D's right man."

"Well you git 'im out then face-ache!" the smelly one stormed off, another following behind trying to convince him not to throw the child out to the zombies.

"D, jus' try and get 'im out from behind there okay?" the large man said to the other person who was left in the room with Noodle.

After trying to convince her with gentle words the man, who prefers to be called 2D and not 'face-ache', thank you very much, moved the couch and poked his head back so he could look at her.

She paused in the middle of her attack, blinking and him.

"Ao," she said in awe, blinking at the odd colour of his hair.

"Eh?" he asked, tipping his head to the side like a confused puppy, making his bright, blue hair move with his head and causing her to give a high-pitched giggle.

"Ao! Ao! Ao!" she said, crawling up to him and reaching to pet his head.

"Tha' my hair, luv."

After five minutes of her combing out his hair with her tiny fingers and repeating the word one in a type of song, 2D grew even more sympathetic for the small girl, who had just been shipped to her house in a Fed Ex crate. 2D wasn't the brightest star in the sky, the sharpest knife in the drawer, whatever you would like to say. Even he, though, could figure out that it wasn't normal for a young girl to be shipped into the entry way of a house.

"Where are your parents? Your mum? Your dad?" he asked her.

"Nani?" she looked at him oddly. It then struck 2D that she couldn't understand a word that he was saying.

'How am I supposed to do this?' he thought to himself, looking at the small girl who was still running her fingers through his hair and grinning so widely he could see almost all of her sparkling teeth.

"C'mon luv, I bet you're hungry," he stood up and held out a giant hand to her. She didn't understand for a second, but then she smiled and held up her own hand to him. The unnamed girl wrapped her hand around three of his fingers, letting him lead her around while she dragged her guitar behind her on the dirt covered carpet.


2D threw open all of the cupboards and searched through the refrigerator like a detective looking for clues. Just trying to find something a little girl could stomach was a trouble. 'Beer, rum, rum, rum, rum, expired milk, rum, moldy bread, rum, rum... ramen noodles.' He chose the obvious, shaking the package in front of the girls face. "You like noodles, luv?"

"Noodle? Noooooodle! Noodle!" she said, trying to stand on the tips of her dirty converse to reach the carton from his grasp.

He threw them up on the counter, and reached for a glass to boil the water in. "We gotta cook 'em first." The singer filled the glass cup with tap water, before throwing it into the microwave for a few minutes. The girl followed behind him every step and watched his moves with curiosity.

"Wha's your name anyway?" he asked her.

"Noodle!" she answered, throwing her hands up above her head and spinning around. Her helmet fell off and spun on the floor for a few seconds before she picked it up and placed it back on her head again, laughing and grinning. He stared at her blankly the whole time, perplexed by her answer. "Noodle?"

"Hai!"

He sat down on the ground, so he could at least somewhat look her in the eye. "Alright, Noodle," he said while pointing to her, "2D," he said while pointing to himself. He repeated this action a few times before it seemed to click in her mind.

"Too-Dee-San?" she said, pointing to him.

He grinned in response, which made her give another high-pitched giggle in victory.

The timer went off and 2D stood up, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Alright, luv, want some noodles?"

"Noodle!"


Authors Note - - - I love Noodle. She like… is an inspiration even though she is just a cartoon character and all. Plus, she's very fun to write about. So I thought, why not just write her whole story? (: I'll tell you, I can't wait to get to phase two though. Anyways, first chapter, all done and over with. I'm not very good at spelling and sentence structure, since I'm still in high school English class. So feel free to message me saying any type of grammar issue or something that didn't make sense that I should revise. Thank you for reading! :)

Ao - Blue

Nani - What

Hai - Yes

San - San is a respectful thing to put on the end of someones name in Japan. Others would include 'Kun' and 'Chan', but I think 'San' will be used mostly in this story.