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Disclaimer: I do not own Toontown. However, Betsy is my in-game toon & all the cogs' personalities are all original. Well, I hope..

I dedicate this entire story to Power of the Wol. For being an absolutely phenominal writer & for giving me inspiration to write my own story (Which isn't as nearly as good as her stories!) Keep writing Wol! Keep writing.

Summary: Betsy is a double agent: She works for toons & cogs. If anyone outside were to ever know, her life & mission would spiral downward. So what happens when it's boradcasted all over Toontown and the HQs? Who's repsonsible?

Yeah yeah yeah, long frickin' prologue. TT

"Gear movement" : checking is similar tp checking for a pulse, via the wrist, neck etc.

Niemendal

The last thing anyone would expect: Cog & Toon. Holding hands, playing games, saving lives together. Living & loving each day like it's acceptable in society. No one ever even considered..except for a few.

Prologue --

Betsy Bonbon; A toon of wacked style. Walking down the musical streets of Alto Avenue carrying some grooves of her own. With headphones placed firmly on her oddly fluffy ears, she could barely hear a thing. She didn't even realized she was singing out loud & twirling around; her deep purple skirt kept flying up, but she didn't care. Her various necklaces & anklets jingled as she spun on the merry streets of Melodyland.

The wily bear took a moment to look up, a thin shadow appeared above her. She moved away but had already been pulled into battle by a Telemarketer; nothing out of the ordinary. Although this time Betsy smelled something fishy about this cog, little did she know that later on it would not smell so fishy anymore.

An obviously false smile swept the Cog's face, as normal, but his was different. The expression was not to show sarcasm or mockery, but more to hide pain or a melancholy feeling. Betsy just knew these sort of things, even in a Cog. Despite understanding, she must treat every Cog the same-- As an enemy.

"Put em' up Cog!" She exclaimed, raising a fresh Cream pie, ready to fire. The cog raised his hand, preparing to pull something out of his pocket, but Betsy watched his hand freeze. Something twinkled in his eye & his hand drooped back to his side. He rolled his eyes. "Look" he sighed, "I don't want to hurt you, toon."

"What?!" Betsy yelled, you could hear the lyrics blare out of the earpieces.

"I SAID, I DON'T wanna HURT you!" He yelled back.

"WHAT?!"

Don't wanna be an American idiot...

The Sellbot pinched his nose, "TAKE OFF YOUR HEADPHONES!"

Don't want a nation under the new mania...

"Oooh!" Betsy took off her headphones & placed them casually around her neck. "Now, what was that?"

And can you hear the sound of hysteria?...

He sighed again, "Look, Toon, I don't want to hurt you".

Welcome to a new kind of tension...

'What? This must be some kind of joke! On the other hand, he is a cog..' Thought Betsy.

Other cogs walking by ceased movement; one Name Dropper gasped. Betsy's eyes darted around, What's up with them? She lowered her hand as well, but kept the pie; just in case.

And sing along to the age of paranoia...

Abruptly, there was a horrible electrical screeching. Betsy turned her attention to the Telemarketer she was walking in circles with just moments ago. His eyes were wide, his teeth bared & grinding back & forth, his hands shook violently. Betsy doubled checked the sound, she's heard this before: the sound of something short circuiting. Other cogs fled; Apparently they did not want to be there.

As suddenly as the screeching had begun, it ceased. The bot collapsed, looking dead.

Now everybody do the propaganda...

Betsy sped to the center of the disgustingly pink road. She knelt down & held the bot's head. She checked him for gear movement; Nothing. Betsy sighed, & put her other arm under his legs. "Wow, lighter than I thought" she mumbled, bouncing him softly.

"Max Rhinopounce is coming online!" Her watch, hidden among her bracelets, warned her.

She heard breathing, and the shuffling of feet.

She took a left and right take & growled in frustration. "Max, MAX?! I know you're there! HELP!"

Where everything isn't meant to be oka-a-ay...

There was a sigh from behind the "Tuba Toothpaste shop". "Betsy, I can hear Greenday from here." A Blue dog stepped out of the shadows, his cowboy belt buckle glimmered in the sunlight.

We're not the ones who're meant to follow...

"Good" she smiled "Greeday is awesome".

"Hoobastank is better".

Betsy opened her mouth, but shook of her obscene response. "Look, if you haven't noticed the bucket of bolts in my arms, I've got a situation!" Betsy yelled. Max looked at the peaceful-looking Telemarketer cog. "Woah!" he exclaimed, tacking a step back. "I want NO part, that's dangerous! Even HOLDING a cog.."

Don't want to be an American idiot...

Betsy rolled her eyes. "Well, can you at least reach into my backpack for my book & break out a hole back to my place?" she inquired rudely.

"Fine". Max ran over & reached into her scarlet colord pack. He took out the book & tossed a black hole onto the ground. Max slid the book back in, "Dang Betsy, I can never give you enough credit. Well, good luck!" he smirked, "And Hoobastank is still better!"

It's calling out to idiot America...

"No contest!" Betsy laughed, plunging into the black abyss.

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As soon as his gears started spinning again, the first thing he tried to do was to recall what had happened before punishment; but he couldn't. His head throbbed with the ringing of especially hard working gears, and with that he gave up. He felt the surface underneath him; Soft & cushy. "Disgusting" he mumbled. As he uttered those words, he knew he was lying to himself; he liked the feel of whatever he was lying down on. He bolted up from his surface,

"What's happening to me?" he breathed, frantically grabbing his face.

"Ah! You're awake. I thought you'd never come back". Said Betsy, sitting in a chair right beside her rainbow quilted bed. The cog jumped & almost fell off the bed, grabbing the blanket to keep his seat. "Where am I? Who are you? What IS this?!" he cried.

Betsy ruffled her fiery red, pixie-cut hair. "This is my house. My name is Betsy; Betsy Bonbon, and don't you mean thank you?"

The cog crinkled his nose, "Thank you? What ever for?" Betsy rolled her eyes, "Cog, you shut down in the middle of the road & I SAVED your cold, metal BEHIND from other toons! And TRUST me, they WOULD come after you for an easy task!" She found herself yelling this, out of her chair, snapping her fingers. She huffed, "Oh, what's your name by the way?"

"X-66-6"

Betsy cringed slightly.

"Can I call you Oliver instead?"

"Certainly not!"

"Uhm, Six then?"

"No"

"Ok, Six it is."

"Hey!--"

Betsy shook her head, "Don't argue with me. Oh, sorry about me yelling, that was my mother in me." She laughed. Six obviously didn't get it.

"What do you mean by that?"

Betsy sighed, "Never mind."

The bot shrugged & twiddled his thumbs. The silence--Though breif-- was murder to them both, Betsy was relieved when the bot started uttering nonsense from thin air.

"There's something wrong with me."

Betsy raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

The bot shivered, "I-I'm sick. I like your interior, I like this bed, I like YOU." he cried. "Hmm" Betsy scratched her chin, "This is odd. I know who to see".

"May we possibly go now?"

"Sure"

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"You're CRAZY!!" Professor Pete hollered, barely considering the idea of assisting a Cog. "Awwww, c'mon. You know more about Cogs than anyone else. I'm sure you can figure out what's wrong!" she egged the blue cat on, who became more & more nervous with each word she spoke. "I-I don't know Betsy, I'm only thinking about your safety here." he said, his words shaky. Pete glanced at the Telemarketer, hiding behind her, eying him with painfully hopeful orbs. The cat's eyes shifted left to right, his mouth became a quivering W. "Argh..." he groaned, "Fine, I'll check IT out."

"CHA!" she squealed excitedly, punching the air & embracing Professor Pete in a tight, but warm, hug. "You're the best, EVER!"

"Yeah, yeah." he mumbled. Betsy released him from the vice grip, "Ok, Cog. Hop onto this table here." he spoke in an unfriendly tone, patting an operating table behind him. Six stared into Betsy's eyes nervously. "You'll be okay Six." she said, smiling reassuringly. The Telemarketer leaped onto the metal table & sighed deeply. "G'night Cog, but only for the moment." Before he could warn himself, everything in his field of vision melted away & he spun into a deep, dark oblivion..

"Dun call meh six..." he mumbled as he drifted off..

"He's got a name you know, he's not just 'Cog'" Betsy snarled, defending her newfound companion. "Yeah, whatever." Pete spat back, getting to work.

The cat sighed deeply, "Sheesh Betsy, I never thought you'd betray us like this.." he mumbled, barely audible under the sound of a drill hard at work. Those words, though so softly heard, stung like the coldest winter. One of the worst feelings Betsy had ever felt, and this was just the beginning of the pain.

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Yeah, I honestly have nothing to say. Please leave comments of what you think of the prologue. I knoow my thoughts are real scattered, but as I write more, I'll (hopefully) get better. This is my first fanfiction, so at this point please forgive me...