Oneshot #2
Little Monster
Warnings: my OC, mentions of the Incredibles by Pixar and Disney (Which I do not own)
"Now, where is Bree?" asked Doctor Cockroach, playfully searching the room for the small child. Bree sat underneath the table, her hand clasped over her mouth to stop herself from laughing out loud. She was four years old going on five. Several months ago, she was living with her parents in California, but then came the day when her Great Uncle Monger had to take her to the base because she was supposedly dangerous. Doc couldn't see how the child was considered dangerous. Sure, she wasn't exactly normal. She had silky black hair down to her feet and massive sparkling blue eyes. Normal? No. But dangerous? "Where on earth can she be? Not here…. Not here… Aha, found you!" Doc pulled her out from underneath the table and started mercilessly tickling her.
"No, no! I surrender!" she giggled. Bree was all alone when she first came to the base. It wasn't easy for her. She was tested on, and that meant she often had to have painful injections that made her hallucinate and such. When Doc found out about her unfair treatment, he was outraged. In the end, he adopted her to keep her safe from those who would hurt her.
"Did you find the criminal?" asked Link, smirking.
"Indeed I did." replied Doc, "Come on, bedtime, young lady."
"Aw, but I'm not tired!" complained Bree, "I refuse to go to bed." She crossed her arms and put her foot down.
"Come on, Doc. Let her stay up for a while." said Link, ruffling her hair.
"Yeah!" agreed B.O.B.
"Bree." sighed Doc, but he softened, "Alright, you can stay up and watch a movie." A few minutes later, they were all watching a recently released movie called 'The Incredibles'. Half an hour into it, Bree fell asleep mid-sentence. "I knew she was knackered." said Doc. He got up, stretched, then he picked her up and put her to bed.
"Look at you, Dad Cockroach." laughed Link.
"Ha, ha. Link." said Doc, rolling his eyes, "I really do care for her, you know… B.O.B., she just fell asleep, don't go and disturb her."
"Do you believe what Monger says?" he lowered his voice to a whisper, "About her being dangerous?"
"Please!" said Doc, "I'm dangerous, you're dangerous. We are all considered dangerous, that's why we're here. At this base. We're all monsters. She's no different from us. B.O.B.! What did I just say?"
"I don't know. She's more human-like. Well, the long hair's kinda weird, but are we sure she's a monster?"
"If she doesn't show any signs of being a monster in a few years' time, I'm sure Monger will send her back to her parents in California… B.O.B!"
"Sorry." whispered B.O.B., retreating from the door one final time. Meanwhile in Bree's room, the girl was sitting up in her bed and looking down at her hands. They were covered in a golden dust. She blew the dust off, then scrunched her hand up into a fist. When she opened her hand again, there was even more dust.
"Is this what Uncle Monger meant by dangerous?" she asked herself in a whisper, "Gold?" Little did she know, that was only the tip of the golden iceberg, her powers were yet to unlock properly. Several months ago, she would've been terrified. But at that moment, she realised that she was finally going to fit in with the three other monsters. This had been happening for the past week and she was finally ready to tell them. She hopped out of bed. But as soon as she put her feet down, gold dust spread across the floor. With wide eyes, she decided to wait until morning.
A/N: Wow, this was short. I do understand that most people detest OCs. I understand perfectly. If you do hate OCs, feel free to skip any oneshots containing them. Feel free to ask anything (reasonable) in the comments, anything at all. Feel free to request anything as well. Ok, that's all. I'm out.