"Kim Possible: So the Drama Movie (With Joy!)"
Chapter One: The New Lair
When Joy decides to leave Drakken and Shego when she's needed the most, Joy learns the side she's really drawn to, and in the end, becomes once again the Joy Shock from her past…
A/N: Alright then. Here we go. This is going to be in Joy's POV, during the so the Drama Movie. Obviously it won't be exact with Joy in it, but nothing will be too drastic. Hope you like it. The chapters are going to be very short, about an average of 5 pages, rather than the normal 30-40 pages from my previous episodes.
The first thing I learned this week was that we're moving to a different location—a new lair. Drakken informed us all that he's begun to commence his newest plan—which, I don't know anything of yet. I now know how scared I am to participate in his scheme. I just know I'll stick to the good side! I'm a new and improved Joy Shock! Not the revengeful, power-crazed girl of the past. This time, I'll put my foot down, and say 'no'!
Or at least I hope I will. When it comes to disobeying Dr. Drakken, I don't exactly have much of a record.
I asked Shego later on in the week if she knew anything of what exactly Dr. D planned on doing. She said she had no idea, and she never does…nor does she care. Things between us have been tense, but calm. I believe we respect each other now. As for Hego, I haven't talked to him since his birthday, but I sense we'll keep in touch soon enough. Any spark, however, between us must have died…he never even seems to cross my mind anymore. I'm just too preoccupied to be with Hego, or anyone else. I suppose maybe I'm not that type of person, anyway. I don't even see Dr. Drakken and Shego as ones to date, or be in a relationship. Though, I'm not one to judge. I have been seeing some little things going on between my two employers…things someone oblivious would never be able to see. The way they work together, or they way they socialize…it's….fascinating. It's not simply doing their job, or dealing with the burden of living with each other. It's like…it's like they have a friendship, but they don't want to admit it. I really cannot tell.
Anywho, today is the day we move into the new lair. Dr. Drakken, Shego and I are as of now boarding the jet that will take us there. Everything so far has been packed and shipped already. The henchmen have already seated themselves at the back of the jet, waiting mindlessly.
You know, during the entire flight I couldn't help but feel a little…déjà vu-ish. There was something about flying on that jet, next to these two villains that made my heart sink and my mind melt. The ride was fairly quiet, and so I watched my employers' expressions for fun.
Living with Drakken and Shego makes them pretty easy to read.
Shego was driving the jet, for not only was it hers, but Dr. D apparently has no experience in flying jets. That's what Shego informed us both, at least. Her expression was boredom, as usual, but her eyes sparked more pride. I figured she was happy for a new 'take-over-the-world' plan to pursue, so she can get her hands dirty I suppose, but however she seemed disappointed in the probability that once again, they won't win.
Dr. D had a more stern emotion on his face. I suppose he was plotting every little detail on his plan. Over the weeks I've noticed how hard he's worked on things. For his sake, I hope we win. I can't imagine how many plans of his have been foiled by Kim. If I was in his boots, I would have lost my pride a long time ago. That's one of the many reasons why I look up to Dr. D as a hero. His confidence and his ability to get right back up again after being defeated over and over again is awe-inspiring!
For these reasons I just know I'll have trouble leaving him and Shego. I can tell he counts on me for certain things—things that don't include cooking meals and keeping the lair clean.
I looked out the window after a while, watching the clouds pass by so slowly. Compared to flying at the speed of light, the jet was so calmingly measured.
I closed my eyes, listening to nothing but the jet's engines and controls, and the faint sound of wind whirring past the aircraft. But I was charged quite fully. Of course I cannot sleep…I've never slept ever since the accident. It's not like I haven't tried…of course I have. I just can't do it. It's one of those things.
I felt the energy inside of me too strong to allow me to doze off into a 'tired' state. It's quite sad to know I'm never 'tired'. Being 'tired' is a luxury…but nobody ever knows it. I see people, especially Drakken and Shego, tired from a day's hard work and go to bed, under the soft covers and go into a hazy state of peaceful dreams. I can't remember the last time I've dreamed, yet alone daydreamed. People don't know what they've got until it's gone; especially when they lose it in an early stage in life.
I opened my eyes, for the jolts of electricity forcing me awake was beginning to decrease my mood. I had to keep my spirits high for Dr. D!
Oh, and Shego…her too.
I don't know how many clouds have passed my vision when finally, after several hours, my vision of clouds faded away until I saw another white substance—snow.
We descended somewhere within a mountainous range, all heavily covered in a blanket of pure white, untouched snow. I nearly fell faint of fright when I viewed as Shego led the fast-speeding jet into the tallest mountain. However, to my surprise, a sort of large opening released, and the jet went flying through a tunnel, apparently inside this very mountain! It was all so fascinating; and Dr. Drakken explained to me that he'd had the arrangements made before our arrival to create this opening and this tunnel, and so eventually we landed within a very large, very spacey room. It seemed similar to the old lair; however it had a more precision to it. Clean cut, to put into comfortable words. The metallic walls shined in the lit cavern, and we descended the plane. I viewed as several workmen carried obviously heavy boxes into and around this new lair, and I couldn't help but think of Hego, and how easy-peasy it would be for him to carry all of those boxes. My attention was drawn then to the number of workmen that filed in the lair, and 'reported' to Dr. D. One man, with a strange head of hair and an abnormally peculiar pair of goggles spoke first to the doctor, with quite the high voice.
"Reporting for duty, Dr. Drakken!" He gave somewhat a salute to Dr. D. Then, Drakken turned to me.
"Oh, Joy, I forgot to tell you."
I looked into his eyes. What could he possibly have forgotten to tell me? Was it something good, or bad?
"I hired a few workmen for the new lair, including somewhat of a janitor…I'll be needing you for other tasks now that my latest scheme is at hand. For instance, in a few weeks I plan on having you and Shego begin phase one; there will be a parade coming up, in Japan; in celebration of the Nakasumi Toy Company, there will be Nakasumi himself, patiently and vulnerably waiting on that float to be taken by two most lovely ladies…"
I made a face as I watched his eyes sparkle, his grin stretch, his aura darken.
"Y-you mean…you don't want me to clean?"
He shook his head.
"But…but I can still cook, right?"
"Err…it's not required, Joy. I need you for other things, now. I can't afford to have you waste your time attempting to make the new lair spiffy, or fatten us up like chickens."
My heart sank.
"You understand, don't you? I'm asking you to step up your game, Joy. Think of it as…a promotion."
I didn't want this promotion.
"Look…just…help out the movers if you want. But don't get too comfortable."
He walked away after that, leaving me as a statue. Dr. Drakken had a certain…crispness to his tone, which I never recognized before. Was it from this new plot of his? Was this a new Joy, evolving? Is this what Dr. Drakken really intended me to do all along? Was he saving me...as some sort of secret weapon?
I helped out the movers as he suggested. Most were quite pleased and accepted my help with such gratitude. As I explored the lair, it took some time to keep the images in my head; such cold rooms, with strange scents, all so unfamiliar! Apart from the main foyer we landed upon, there was a long hallway I came through, with several viewing rooms at its side. I could tell this lair was new, the way everything sparkled and shined, and I could see no spot of grime anywhere! The viewing rooms were large, vast and open, with their shining glass windows keeping me from touching out into the open space. Before the windows were strange mechanics upon the ledge; a button and an object upon this seemed to be a microphone. I guessed its purpose was for communicating through the rooms. I could tell Dr. D would enjoy using them for his research.
I found the bedrooms, and kitchen, all quite simple and comfortable enough. There was even a room on the bottom floor that I supposed was some sort of gym, or even a "battle room" as I seem to call it these days. A battle room, in my words, is a room in which Dr. Drakken would attempt to test or use his new doomsday device or something, then Kim and Ron would come, attempt to stop the machine, Kim and Shego end up fighting, Drakken's doomsday device ends up getting destroyed, and either the lair blows up, we all go to jail, or Dr. D rants, or cries, or…all of the above.
I've never encountered an experience like that before, but I've heard stories.
At the end of the day, after everything was where it should be, Dr. Drakken once again informed me of my new "promotion", he set off to work. Shego retired to her room after she realized she wasn't really needed anymore, and, realizing the situation was just about the same for me, I retired to my room as well.
I wanted to talk to Hego…badly. I needed a friend to reassure me my place. I promised Hego I'd be on one side and one side only, the side I chose after the experience of truly being a hero.
I didn't want to be a villain. I didn't want Dr. D to "promote" me to being an extra helping hand in his plot. After everything I've been through, I just know I won't be able to face doing bad again.
But, my loyalty to Dr. Drakken scares me. I've grown attached to him, and I just know that it's my weakness to grow devoted to someone. Because when reality steps in, and I can no longer hold a reason to be any more reliable, those very reasons tend to be overruled. How far I will go, I'm not sure. What my breaking point will be, I don't know. But I just hope I don't make it past that first step he mentioned. I'm too afraid to see the rest of his plan.
