Hopefully this Fanfic of mine is original…Oh yeah, Don't own!
Don't ask me where I got this idea, I just did.
The Characters of 'Yu-gi-oh!' and 'Pokémon' belong to Kazuki Takahashi and Satoshi Tajiri, respectively.
Voice Actors and Executive staff of 4Kids Entertainment are not owned and were used in the creation of this story without their knowledge.
Plotline owned by DarkScytheQueen.
Information on Facts and Statistics found from Wikipedia dot com.
New York City
It was late in the afternoon. The after-work rush hour rising to its peak, the hustle and bustle of the Big Apple going through its final phases before the sun set.
Here, one of the many skyscrapers piercing the skies crouched low just under the major corporations. Even though its fame was known all around the world, it chose to remain humble and remained quaint and gentle…
…yeah, right!
This was 4kids Entertainment Voiceover Studios, where the many Japanese Animations receive American baptism before they are shown to the masses.
Or in some opinions…massacred and tortured.
Despite what the Japanese Animé Otakus rant and rave about, what goes on inside the voiceover studio, or the 'Dub House of hell' by some, they do not continuously plot about more ways to destroy future Animé episodes.
Quite the contrast, really…
"Would you like fries with that?" An extremely familiar baritone voice boomed.
A long string of laughter followed it, which itself was followed by an angry yell.
"Dan!" A man yelled.
Dan Green was literally beside himself with laughter, along with his friends and fellow voice actors.
The man who yelled, 4Kids president Alfred Kahn, continued to frown. "Dan, I do not employ you to joke around!" He scolded, exclaiming into the microphone connected to the booth's speaker systems.
"Oh give him a break. He's done more than any of us put together, he's got a right to joke around." Wayne Grayson commented, patting Dan on the back.
"Don't you start with me, Grayson!" Kahn yelled pointing the accusatory finger at him.
Eric Stuart just shook his head. "Kahn, chill out."
Alfred Kahn threw his hands up. "I give up! You three are impossible!" With that, he turned on his heel and left the room.
Ted Lewis gave a friendly (and rather cheeky) grin. "Well, looks like we have the rest of the day off!"
That sounded in another round of hearty laughter.
Eric and Wayne high-fived each other and Dan just laughed.
"By the way Eric…" Wayne piqued up. "How's the band doing?"
"Great. Just great!"
"Unlike this company's reputation…" Dan suddenly said.
All attention snapped to him.
"Come on guys…don't try to deny it. This company is in real hot water, you heard the news about it. The fans are thrashing this place worse than a nail in a blender."
Wayne raised his brow. "Yeah…but what can we do?"
Eric stood up all of a sudden. "You know…I watched a bit of fan subs…they are far better than what we contribute to."
Ted shrugged. "I'm sure they are…but remember, doing this is what puts food on the table. As long as it pays, I'll do it."
Wayne sighed as he stood up as well. "I'm just gonna go take a leak." He said as he walked off.
(Wayne's POV)
So that's how the other side thinks, huh? As long as there's money involved…they'll do something that's obviously wrong and be fine with it.
Why do I do it then? Well, I got a lot of fan mail saying they loved me…and thought I was doing a good thing. But that was because Kahn was keeping the truth from me, from the rest of us. He screened through the millions of hate mail and only gave me the good ones.
Keeping the truth a secret…guess we all know what his special ability is…
As I rounded the corner and headed towards the washroom, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A flash of gold, was it?
I turned around…nothing there.
I continued my stroll, slightly more conscious of my surroundings. I was about to turn the knob…
I saw it again.
No mistaking it…someone was following me.
"Hey…" I called. My voice was a little shaky. "Who's there?"
Nothing.
"Okay…years of acting as someone as paranoid as Jonouchi is finally starting to get to me…" I thought aloud.
Yes, I do call the characters that I do by their Japanese names, Eric and Dan do too…but Dan doesn't call them that in public, for some reason.
After a moment, I finally shrugged it off. But when I walked into the bathroom…I almost slammed the door out of fright.
"What the…" I breathed.
Jonouchi, albeit a little translucent (I could see the outline of the sink behind him) was standing in front of me.
The actions and thoughts of the employees of 4kids entertainment were improvised and made up by the authroess, DarkScytheQueen.