Hiya, it's my first story and I'm mega mega excited :D I really hope you guys enjoy it! It's quite dark for Toontown, so don't be surprised. I've rated it K+ just in case!
Bonnie, Aqua, Sally, Poppencrunch and Skids belong to me. Toontown and cogs belong to Disney. Anyway onwards to the film! I mean story! Yeh, you get the picture, so read. O.O
I was only five when Aqua died. Since then, mama has been super protective of me, and always tells me to walk on the sidewalk, and I'm not even allowed to fight cogs anymore. I know she loves me, but sometimes I want my freedom. Poor Aqua. I wish she was here with me. She always knew what to do. The best big sister a mouse could ever have. Sally's not living with us anymore. She's off with the resistance with her mate Poppencrunch. Mama thinks she her courage will live on through my blood, but sometimes, I'm not so sure. Aqua's happy smile and squeaks of laughter lives in my memories though. I sometimes think she talks to me, but papa says I'm being ridiculous. He doesn't believe all the so called hocus pocus of living after you die. He says make the most of your life, so you die happy. I don't think Aqua died happy. It was those wretched cogs. I wasn't there to see her die. I was in nursery, playing with my friends. Mama and papa were picking me up, but then the phone rang, and after some quiet hush-hush talking, papa scooped me up into the kart, and drove to the hospital. I remembered Sally being there, and she was crying. Poppencrunch was there also. Sally never goes anywhere without Poppencrunch. Aqua was lying in the hospital bed, with a weird thing on her mouth, pumping jellybean juice in her mouth. Her eyes were shut, I think. But then the nurse took the mouth thing off, and her eyes were opening slowly. She was smiling at the least. Since then, mama and papa have been more grumpy, and whenever I do something wrong, they say 'Aqua would never of done it'. I admit, sometimes it gets on my nerves, but I can never stay cross at Aqua. It was devastation when she died. I was heartbroken. The flowers outside our estate are still wilted. No matter how much we water them, they stay wilted. I think only the tears of Aqua would bring them back to life. Aqua always wanted to own a sweet shop, filled with candyfloss and humbugs, buns and tea-cakes. That wish couldn't be completed, but I am going to do it for her. Even if she isn't in heaven, watching over me, I'm still going to complete her dream for her.
Toontown has become vicious the last few years. The council are rubbish, not bothering to help everyone fight the heartless machines. Cogs drive me nuts now. I always get upset when I watch them kill another toon. Hospitals are filled now, and sometimes you just see dead toons lying there, coughing and calling for their parents. I hate it more when I see children at the mercy of those vile things. Mother works at the Street Hospice. She goes around our neighbourhood helping injured and dying toons. Sometimes they don't make it. Father is one of the Patrols who go around and help toons who are losing laff drastically. Toontown isn't the land I used to know. When I was three and under, life was amazing. Thrilling. All you did was have fun. Those memories are under lock and key, same with Aqua.
One day I sat lonely on the curb of our streets. My emergency gag bag was shoved in my pocket. I got up and walked down the streets. The cogs were walking down the lane. A little duck ran up to me.
"Es'cuse me miss, I'm lost! Can you help me find Walrus Way?" The boy seemed young and weak.
"Sure. Just go down the lane there and take a left and then a right. Here are a few gags." The duck thanked me.
"Can you come with me?" He asked. He seemed scared but I was fidgety.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not really allowed." He nodded nervously and ran off. Poor thing. I sat down on the curb again, staring at the posters of Flippy. All of a sudden I heard a sharp quack. Then I saw a cog fly away into the distance. The duck. Oh no oh no oh no. I found myself running down the street. Then, as I got nearer, my heart skipped a beat. The little boy-duck was lying on the floor, a red pulp. I sat down next to him. Oh my god, he's opening his eyes! He quickly shut them again. Frantically, I ran around trying to get someone to call for help.
I saw figures in the distance. Papa ran up to me, checking whether I was alright - then he saw the duck. The Patrol took out their medical kit, bandaging up his leg, wiping blood off his face. There was a deep gash down his cheek, constantly pouring out scarlet blood. I screamed and screamed. I knew I couldn't let him die, not after Aqua! One of the patrollers came up to me, doffing his cap.
"I'm sorry miss, but I'm afraid it is a victory to the cogs. The wounds are too deep." They put him on a stretcher and carried him away, into the distance. Half of the toons stayed behind to continue their job. Papa sat on the curb, where I was crying.
"Darling, I'm sorry about you witnessing this. Did you know who that duck was?" I tried replying, but I was still shaky, tears pouring down my cheeks. He hugged me sympathetically, and gave me a kiss, joining the remaining patrol so that they could continue doing their job. I tried walking home, but my legs went numb. My face went pale, and I vomited onto the pavement. I turned around, ready to continue my short (but seemingly endless) journey home, when a Penny Pincher caught me unaware. His evil grin and blood red eyes were enough to send me to a state of depression, but his hard punch in the stomach knocked me out cold.
