How "Jammers" Came Into Existence
Just how did the Bust-A-Movers get their jammers? Read this story to find out how and why "jammers" were created. In this story Frida is the "bad girl". Please no flames, I actually like Frida but I decided to change the typical "Frida is the perfect one" by making her evil. Hehe. It's also a ShortyxHeat. The first few parts aren't exactly funny, but I promise you, just keep reading and the WILL be!!!
The young artist stood there painting. She just painted, painted, painted all day long. Her name was Frida. Frida hated the entire world. You see, she's pretty much in poverty and in need of money...however nobody wished to buy her paintings. "My artwork is the best in the whole world and yet, nobody wants to buy my pieces! Idiots..." She took her paintbrush and started painting with frustration. She'd been painting for about 7 hours today and each painting produced more resent towards the human race. She dipped her paintbrush, painted, dipped her brush, painted, dipped her brush, painted, etc. All day long just sitting in front of her easel and painting. This has been her routine for about 3 years. Her days have always been the same...but today her life was going to take a dramatic turn. She was painting a picture of a wolf when the wolf suddenly sprang out of the picture. She stared at the wolf and felt like screaming but the wolf began to talk before she had the chance to let her lungs scream. "You hate this world Frida...hate....hate...hate. I think we can reach some kind of arrangement."
"Wh-what kinda arrangement?" Frida asked. She was a tough girl...but who WOULDN'T be freaked out to see a painted wolf come out of 11" x 18" slab of canvas?
" I can grant you the powers of the "Groovetron"...I stole enough of its power to give to you." The wolf replied.
"Why...why me?" Frida asked.
"Because...you are the artist who can control such power. You are also one who likes to dance." The wolf said.
"What will happen to me?" Frida asked.
"You will have the ability to let your paintings come to life whenever you wish." The wolf growled.
"What do you want in return?" Frida asked.
"I want you to unleash havoc unto the world...which is exactly what you want." The wolf said. Frida thought. She DID hate the world...besides, what else does she have to do? All she did was paint.
"It's a deal!" Frida said with a smile. The wolf closed its eyes and began to chant. Frida felt a surge of power fill her and soon, the wolf disappeared into the canvas. The canvas whispered to her, "Frida...you don't need any canvas to unleash your hate, simply paint into the air." Frida thought that was idiotic, but when she took out her brush, the painting of a flower came out perfectly straight and it seemed to levitate. She goggled at the flower as it floated towards her and became a REAL flower. She smiled with a glint in her eyes and took some paint cans and brushes and set of on her quest of revenge.
At the same time Frida made her deal, there was a racer who was severely burned being rushed to the emergency room. "The patient calls himself 'Heat'...3rd degree burns...this is quite severe..." The doctor yelled. They slammed open doors and put Heat on a bed and quickly started to revive him.
Several days later, Heat regained consciousness. He looked up to see a beautiful nurse standing over him. As his eyes opened, he heard sighs of relief. "He's miraculously healed." The nurse said. "Anything I can do for you?" the nursed asked.
"Yeah...can you direct me to the nearest bathroom? Heat asked. The nurse pointed to a door just outside the room.
"Thanks!" Heat said as he jumped off the bed and ran towards the bathroom. Since he just woke up, his vision wasn't perfect and he ran into the door. He fell unconscious again. The nurse sighed, picked him up and put him back on the bed. "This is the seventh time this month..." the nurse explained to the doctors behind her.
Of course, Heat FINALLY did find his way to the bathroom without running into the door and left the hospital. He's been an abandoned child at the age of 16...now he was 19 and living well as a racer...or he was until his accident. His body still felt like it was burning up. He thought about his parents who abandoned him and got angry. He glared at a tree nearby and felt like hitting it. His fists balled up and he was about to punch when he realized there was fire coming out of his hand. "WHOA!!!" He exclaimed. The tree was burnt crisp and people stopped what they were doing to watch. "Eh...I'm a...magician!!!" Heat lied. Everyone blinked then continued whatever they stopped doing. "This is too cool!" Heat thought.
In a mansion nearby, a young girl was singing with her little off key voice and dancing. Her father's assistant, Kelly, and her mother's cousin's niece's brother's daughter in-law, Kitty-N (a famous Japanese actress) were watching the little girl sing and dance and were practically falling asleep. When the girl stopped, the two women applauded loudly with big chipper smiles in hopes of getting her to stop. The girl quickly began to talk with a very fast voice and with much to say. "Did you like that? I liked that! I think that if I try a little harder I can be famous. You know Kitty-N's, famous Kelly? Yup she has her own show. I always wanted a show. Shows look like so much fun. I used to watch Kitty-N of TV. Oh being a secretary must be fun. Yup...my dad's very own administrative assistant. How cool is that. I bet you can type fast. How fast can you type? I can type pretty well for my age. Yup...click click click. I'm that fast typer when it comes to typing. You can even here me from other rooms. Even Columbo can hear me. Columbo's my mouse, see?" The little girl said while she stopped her talking and took out a little mouse from her pocket of her overalls. Kelly and Kitty-N sighed as they nodded with interest. "Say, that reminds me of a story--" the girl began, but she was interrupted by Kelly. "Er...how about some other day...I've...I've got lots of work these days."
"That's OK, then I'll tell Kitty-N." The little girl said.
"Oh...well...I've got to...uh...model this new product. Bye!" Kitty-N stammered. At that, Kelly and Kitty-N quickly jetted out of the door.
"Emily, you mustn't trouble them so..." The girl's father said.
"But I wasn't papa...I really wasn't." The little girl said.
"Try talking less and listening more." Her father said with a smile. A little lock of her long brown bangs fell over Emily's eyes.
"Kitty-N...she has such a cool name...can't I have a cool name like that?" Emily said with a pout. Her little naive face showed a hint of disappointment at her own plain name.
"Would you like a nickname?" her father asked.
"Well...I have to admit that I would like to be different from other people." The Emily said.
"You name another person who has parents that are diplomats and supermodels." Emily's father said.
"Well... my name is so...shabby." Emily said.
"Emily is a beautiful name." Her father said.
"Yes but...it's so ordinary." Emily said.
"Well...look at it this way. Your height isn't so ordinary." Her father said.
"Papa! How mean!" Emily said.
"Well...it's true." Her father said with a chuckle.
"Hey...that gives me an idea. My nickname can be Shorty!!!" Emily said with a chuckle.
"Shorty, eh? Good name...it has a certain ring in it."
"Great! Then now I know what I want to be called!"
Just how did the Bust-A-Movers get their jammers? Read this story to find out how and why "jammers" were created. In this story Frida is the "bad girl". Please no flames, I actually like Frida but I decided to change the typical "Frida is the perfect one" by making her evil. Hehe. It's also a ShortyxHeat. The first few parts aren't exactly funny, but I promise you, just keep reading and the WILL be!!!
The young artist stood there painting. She just painted, painted, painted all day long. Her name was Frida. Frida hated the entire world. You see, she's pretty much in poverty and in need of money...however nobody wished to buy her paintings. "My artwork is the best in the whole world and yet, nobody wants to buy my pieces! Idiots..." She took her paintbrush and started painting with frustration. She'd been painting for about 7 hours today and each painting produced more resent towards the human race. She dipped her paintbrush, painted, dipped her brush, painted, dipped her brush, painted, etc. All day long just sitting in front of her easel and painting. This has been her routine for about 3 years. Her days have always been the same...but today her life was going to take a dramatic turn. She was painting a picture of a wolf when the wolf suddenly sprang out of the picture. She stared at the wolf and felt like screaming but the wolf began to talk before she had the chance to let her lungs scream. "You hate this world Frida...hate....hate...hate. I think we can reach some kind of arrangement."
"Wh-what kinda arrangement?" Frida asked. She was a tough girl...but who WOULDN'T be freaked out to see a painted wolf come out of 11" x 18" slab of canvas?
" I can grant you the powers of the "Groovetron"...I stole enough of its power to give to you." The wolf replied.
"Why...why me?" Frida asked.
"Because...you are the artist who can control such power. You are also one who likes to dance." The wolf said.
"What will happen to me?" Frida asked.
"You will have the ability to let your paintings come to life whenever you wish." The wolf growled.
"What do you want in return?" Frida asked.
"I want you to unleash havoc unto the world...which is exactly what you want." The wolf said. Frida thought. She DID hate the world...besides, what else does she have to do? All she did was paint.
"It's a deal!" Frida said with a smile. The wolf closed its eyes and began to chant. Frida felt a surge of power fill her and soon, the wolf disappeared into the canvas. The canvas whispered to her, "Frida...you don't need any canvas to unleash your hate, simply paint into the air." Frida thought that was idiotic, but when she took out her brush, the painting of a flower came out perfectly straight and it seemed to levitate. She goggled at the flower as it floated towards her and became a REAL flower. She smiled with a glint in her eyes and took some paint cans and brushes and set of on her quest of revenge.
At the same time Frida made her deal, there was a racer who was severely burned being rushed to the emergency room. "The patient calls himself 'Heat'...3rd degree burns...this is quite severe..." The doctor yelled. They slammed open doors and put Heat on a bed and quickly started to revive him.
Several days later, Heat regained consciousness. He looked up to see a beautiful nurse standing over him. As his eyes opened, he heard sighs of relief. "He's miraculously healed." The nurse said. "Anything I can do for you?" the nursed asked.
"Yeah...can you direct me to the nearest bathroom? Heat asked. The nurse pointed to a door just outside the room.
"Thanks!" Heat said as he jumped off the bed and ran towards the bathroom. Since he just woke up, his vision wasn't perfect and he ran into the door. He fell unconscious again. The nurse sighed, picked him up and put him back on the bed. "This is the seventh time this month..." the nurse explained to the doctors behind her.
Of course, Heat FINALLY did find his way to the bathroom without running into the door and left the hospital. He's been an abandoned child at the age of 16...now he was 19 and living well as a racer...or he was until his accident. His body still felt like it was burning up. He thought about his parents who abandoned him and got angry. He glared at a tree nearby and felt like hitting it. His fists balled up and he was about to punch when he realized there was fire coming out of his hand. "WHOA!!!" He exclaimed. The tree was burnt crisp and people stopped what they were doing to watch. "Eh...I'm a...magician!!!" Heat lied. Everyone blinked then continued whatever they stopped doing. "This is too cool!" Heat thought.
In a mansion nearby, a young girl was singing with her little off key voice and dancing. Her father's assistant, Kelly, and her mother's cousin's niece's brother's daughter in-law, Kitty-N (a famous Japanese actress) were watching the little girl sing and dance and were practically falling asleep. When the girl stopped, the two women applauded loudly with big chipper smiles in hopes of getting her to stop. The girl quickly began to talk with a very fast voice and with much to say. "Did you like that? I liked that! I think that if I try a little harder I can be famous. You know Kitty-N's, famous Kelly? Yup she has her own show. I always wanted a show. Shows look like so much fun. I used to watch Kitty-N of TV. Oh being a secretary must be fun. Yup...my dad's very own administrative assistant. How cool is that. I bet you can type fast. How fast can you type? I can type pretty well for my age. Yup...click click click. I'm that fast typer when it comes to typing. You can even here me from other rooms. Even Columbo can hear me. Columbo's my mouse, see?" The little girl said while she stopped her talking and took out a little mouse from her pocket of her overalls. Kelly and Kitty-N sighed as they nodded with interest. "Say, that reminds me of a story--" the girl began, but she was interrupted by Kelly. "Er...how about some other day...I've...I've got lots of work these days."
"That's OK, then I'll tell Kitty-N." The little girl said.
"Oh...well...I've got to...uh...model this new product. Bye!" Kitty-N stammered. At that, Kelly and Kitty-N quickly jetted out of the door.
"Emily, you mustn't trouble them so..." The girl's father said.
"But I wasn't papa...I really wasn't." The little girl said.
"Try talking less and listening more." Her father said with a smile. A little lock of her long brown bangs fell over Emily's eyes.
"Kitty-N...she has such a cool name...can't I have a cool name like that?" Emily said with a pout. Her little naive face showed a hint of disappointment at her own plain name.
"Would you like a nickname?" her father asked.
"Well...I have to admit that I would like to be different from other people." The Emily said.
"You name another person who has parents that are diplomats and supermodels." Emily's father said.
"Well... my name is so...shabby." Emily said.
"Emily is a beautiful name." Her father said.
"Yes but...it's so ordinary." Emily said.
"Well...look at it this way. Your height isn't so ordinary." Her father said.
"Papa! How mean!" Emily said.
"Well...it's true." Her father said with a chuckle.
"Hey...that gives me an idea. My nickname can be Shorty!!!" Emily said with a chuckle.
"Shorty, eh? Good name...it has a certain ring in it."
"Great! Then now I know what I want to be called!"