A/N: I've been putting this off far too long… my Scooby-Doo fanfic. Here goes nothing
Disclaimer: all the characters are from Scooby-Doo. Plotline is from probably the scariest dream I have ever had in the history of all dreams.
'Twisted Future'
Fred's POV
I woke up, looking over at the warm, breathing body beside me. There was something in me that was calling for an old friend. I was amazed that this was how life turned out, all of us separated. Everyone else had dropped off the radar.
Daphne had been AWOL for years now. She was always coming and going. When she left, no one even noticed. Shaggy, gone. No one even cared when he vanished. He was just gone one day. Velma had left for a science thing and then went off to Japan for something. I hadn't heard from her since. Scooby was the cause of a fight one morning when he ate the last bagel. Was no where to be found the next day.
We all just separated. It was a fact of life that friends drifted apart. I just thought that my end of the line would be different than me laying in my room with some random hooker that I'd picked off the streets last night with a wad of cash in one hand and my cigarette in the other.
She'd jumped in without another thought about it.
So this was the way my life was going, but last night had been too strange a dream for me to forget. Velma. Screaming out in pain. I could tell her voice from anyone's. She was so distinct from yelling "I lost my glasses!" all the time. I could hear her cries of pain. It left me questioning if it was a sign or just another twisted nightmare of mine. I'd had a lot of them lately, but this was the first one that brought back any memories of the gang.
I got up slowly, pressing the cash into the woman's palm before grabbing my jeans and shrugging on a thin t-shirt before pulling my black leather jacket over it and heading out. The woman could show herself out. And if she didn't, I'd have someone take care of her. Her dark blonde hair and jaw-dropping amber eyes were very identifiable. I doubt I'd forget her anywhere.
My home was a small flat in the middle of New York. Coolsville was long behind, a distant memory brought to light once more. It was enough for my room and a couch and a small tv. The kitchen looked like it had been brought back from a reality show from fifty years ago, white and black tiled backsplash and a rusty refrigerator. The ceiling was crumbling to pieces above me as I lived there. No one cared. We'd learned that we could live in places like these without ghosts and ghouls lurking about. It was almost another instinct.
There was some cold winds gusting around my face, dragging my long blonde hair around my face and plastering it to my cheeks, whipping me with the frosty chill. I jogged down to the convenience store on the corner and threw myself through the door and inside to the pressing warmth and comfort of salvation again.
A man behind the desk, a well-rounded fellow, threw me the set of keys I left with him all the time. "Where you headed, Fred?" he asked, voice sounding deep and Asian within his chubby build.
I was used to walking almost everywhere. Anything I needed was just around the corner or a block away from my place. Now I was off to find someone who I'd lost contact with years ago. How was this about to go over? "Goin' to meet up with someone." It was a good way to put it. I was working to find a plan of action again. This was another instinct, planning, plotting, and scheming to find a way to find a trap for any impostor monster.
So I made my own trap. I'd look for Velma. I wanted to see her. Kind of. I mean, I didn't want to deliberately seek her out, but that dream did leave me a bit confused and severely missing the good old days. It was like a calling. A sign to bring me back.
Maybe if I started with Daphne, I could work from there. She would always know where everyone was. She was the social butterfly out of the five of us. She knew everyone who was anyone. Every name, Daphne knew it. Every place, Daphne had an address for it. Any designer that made a purse, she owned each shoe and matching handbag. How much could've changed in the time we were all apart?
A/N: leave a review if you liked it. The next part is where my imagination started getting pretty vivid on details…
~Sky