This story is inspired by a story called My Little Dashie. You'll see why if you've read it.
Hello, my name is Soda Toonson. You may be wondering, why is someone's name Soda? Well, I'll tell you quickly, because I have more important things to tell you: When I was just a tiny strange baby, the first thing I drank was Soda. And my parents were more for "soda" than "pop", so luckily for me, no nicknames were given to me as a kid.
Now, about my life: It was not an easy one. I live in a world (more specifically, a town called Safes Ville) where logic isn't really that strong. (I'm starting to think my world is a cartoon or something) That means if you aren't careful, something bad and deadly could happen to you. I never really was a safety freak. Not even after my parents died on their cruise to the Bahamas. The real reason is a much more important story.
To start off, I love Adventure Time. I'm not just saying that to advertise it as a sponsor (which isn't possible here), I'm genuinely an Adventure Time fan. It is like part of my life, sort of. I love the colors, the adventure, the random humor, everything. What did I love most of all? That is sort of obvious, but I'll just say it: Beemo. I love Beemo with all my heart. You would probably think that is stupid or something, but where I live, it is rare to meet someone as optimistic and cheerful as Beemo. The only optimistic person I know is probably me, and even I am sort of a downer sometimes. The only friends I have is at this faux coffee shop I go to at the mall. It's a faux coffee shop because it doesn't have coffee, just soda as a drink. And I like that.
Back on topic: Beemo is awesome, and so is Adventure Time. I would not be as optimistic as I am now If I had never seen the show. How does that connect to me becoming a safety freak? It all started around the time I graduated from college (a month before that thing that happened).
At that time, I could only think of one thing (or two words, to be exact): "What now?" This was also around the time my parents were lost at sea (aka dead) on their cruise, so that was two things that were trying to stress me out. Fortunately, in my parent's will, they had decided to give me their house. Why is that so great? Because I parents were freaking rich. When I had gone to college, I had already earned enough money over the summer to pay for my own things, so I thought I didn't need my parent's money anymore. Now, I am grateful they even put me in the will. Why wouldn't they? (Don't answer that).
Okay, let's continue: I was now living in their house (remember, this was only a few weeks ago before the thing), which was a freaking mansion. They also had a giant tv, which had great resolution. It made watching a tv show sort of like a portal waiting to be entered (no innuendo intended, ew). Now, I was still into Adventure Time when I had been moved into the mansion. This episode I had watched was a new one, and it was about, you guessed it, Beemo himself. It was called Beemo Noire, and I was into it. I was also a big mystery fan, as I loved solving problems, so this made me love it even more. Remember how I said the TV looked like a portal to another world? I had forgotten one little thing: It wasn't a portal. At all. At the time, I had been drinking lots of Orange Blast brand soda, so my mind was way to hyper to think logically.
Long story short, I tried to jump into the TV and go into the episode. What happened next? Well, what would expect if you knew me: I, being not very athletic, narrowly missed the TV, jumping over it (I was on the couch) and hitting my head on the wall above it, then landing on my stomach on the carpet. Yes, my world worked on some kind of Looney Tunes Logic: If something bad can happen, it usually will. Unfortunately, I didn't just get back up like I was fine. I lay there on the floor motionless for exactly one minute, with my life flashing before my eyes (not much to flash back to, as I was only 20). Then I realized, "Wait, I'm not dead yet!" And I called 911 and was gotten to the hospital safely.
That is pretty much how I became a safety freak. It helps that the guy from the hospital gave me a helmet to protect my head in case I ever tried to do that again (I assumed he was joking, but I couldn't be sure). I can't remember how my recovery went. I just remembered being carried to the hospital, and the next thing I knew, I was patched up with some bandages wrapped around my injured head. Honestly, I think that experience enlightened me, and not just because I could finally tell people I was injured in a fight with proof. It showed me that my world is dangerous, and if you're not careful, you could have a TV falling on you, or get dead at sea. I had decided to just wear that helmet all the time, even while sleeping. It's not that abnormal: My entire neighborhood is full of safety nuts, and I think more safety nuts might live across the world.
That was my life at that point: I was now a safety freak, living in a freaking mansion with no one else there, in a universe where death is common. Sounds kind of strange, dark and scary to some people, but I say, "So what?" So what if my universe has no logic? I grew up here since I was just a kid, and yet I haven't died yet!
Even so, I still think something is missing in my life. What I needed was a friend, not just someone I talk to at the Soda Place at the mall. I needed someone who could be there in life when I was sad. Maybe I needed even more than that. My parents must have expected me to get married, have kids, and then move into this place. If their ghosts were watching over me right now, they would probably be thinking, "What happened to him?" And I wouldn't blame 'em.
I thought my life would remain like this forever, just me being alone until a plane, train, and an automobile all hit me at once. (Sorry about that joke, I am also kind of a nerd) But little did I know a certain something was going to happen. This would happen on a Friday. If you were me when this event would happen, you might have only one thing to say: "T.G.I.F." Welcome to
And that was the very, very, very first chapter of what I call Soda and Beemo. What do you guys think? Should I make this an ongoing thing? Or should this go and die in a pit along with that thing called Super Crossover Battles?
About that Invaderama thing: I have been feeling a doubt about it's… integrity of sorts. Now, here me out on this, because I expect mostly hate from this. I was just feeling like that fanfiction is sort of uninspired. Now, that may seem stupid, since it is inspired by Invader Zim. But I mean it isn't really that original. An invader zim/futurama fic was made before that one, and it was better. Plus, I am not that into Futurama, or Invader Zim. I'm not into Futurama and Invader Zim not because of quality, I am just not that caught up on the quotes and quizzles from the shows. Sadly, I know MORE about Zim than Futurama, because IZ has nostalgic value. Futurama is just that show I accidently flipped to while on TV, right in the middle of an episode. Two examples of that is in the middle of the second episode, and the middle of the episode where Leela and Zap Brannigan are stranded naked on some planet. I had watched up to the point of the planet Earth exploding, and I thought this was some sort of Adult Swim cartoon where it ends with everyone dying.
To make a long ramble short: I am putting Invaderama on Hiatus. Sorry to it's singular reviewer. But I am still typing, and typing with joy.
P.s. I almost forgot to ask this question, and I'm glad I remembered it: How should Soda meet Beemo? Should it be exactly like My Little Dashie, aka finding Beemo in a box, or something else? Another question: I am not going to reveal his state yet, but I want to know, for the sake of some dumb joke: What is the most dangerous state in the USA?
To end the first chapter, I will tell you to go and read My Little Dashie like right when you finish this sentence, and the one after it. Peace out, big red fans!