Coon & Friends: The Animated Series
Chapter Three: Toolshed's Origin.
Disclaimer: Comedy Central, Warner Brothers & DC Comics.
Beta-Reader: The Coon?
Writer: Randomwriter197.
A/N: This origin is accually taking place before both Flash's Origin and The Tryout. This origin takes place at the same time as the beginning of World Finest, Part 3.
Today was the most important day of my life today I have my very first Football game in the South Park stadium if I play this right my life could change forever. I sat on the bench waiting for my moment, the sun shined down on my head making me sweat like I wasn't already nervous enough. I jumped a bit when I felt a hand on my shoulder he looked up to see the coach.
"Okay Marsh you ready" the coach asked.
"As ready as I ever be" Stan said putting his helmet on and running out on to the field and taking his place at the front
"Okay 3…2…1 ball!" the referee shouted
I charged for the ball and quickly picked it up, I just managed to miss the opponents tackle as I ran towards the goal with the ball in my hand.
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The game was going great for Stan the score was 8:6 one more shot and they win.
"Come on Marsh! Run!" Coach yelled.
Stan ran through the filed with two big brutes chasing behind him and he was about to pass the ball, but he felt distracted.
Before he could get back into the game one of the opposing team tackled me to the ground making him drop the ball. He felt the grass underneath him.
"Get up Marsh! Come on get back in the game!" Coach yelled.
I did get back up but not because of the coach. A giant spaceship appeared above the stadium and a voice could be heared from the radio of the spaceship.
"Well, greeting ladies and gentlemen! This is the Superbowl halftime show and we have alot of fun stuff to offer you guys and I thought that we should start of, with the missiles!" The voice laughed.
Suddenly the giant spaceship fired a couple of missiles into the stadium and killing most of the people and making the ground of the stadium and the entire stadium fall apart.
"What is this? No second act?" MUHAHAHAHA!" The voice laughed, as the spaceship flied away from the South Park stadium.
"Run! Everyone run!" Stan yelled, just keeping ahead of the collapsing ground.
"What the?" Coach said, gasping at the collapsing stadium.
"Coach Look out!" one of the players yelled.
The Coach was crushed when the seats the audience sat in came fallen down killing everyone in the impact. Stan had made it to the other side of the field separated of from everyone else, the ground had finally stopped crumbing away but now there was a fiery whole the size of the whole football pitch.
He watched as the balcony came off its hinges and swung right into the pit, leaving all the VIP's to slide down to their doom. Everyone ran to the exit but were horrified to discover it was locked. The Stadium snapped in half and more innocent people feel to their deaths. Stan watched from the back of the field as everyone slowly died.
"Help! Help us someone!" Stan heard them scream.
"Oh god there all going to die" Stan said.
Something hard hit Stan on the back of the head knocking him out cold, he was spared from watching everyone burn alive as the fire raised from the hole. The ground Stan laid on didn't collapse but he was unable to avoid death as the stadium collapsed in on itself burying Stan and everyone else in the process.
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"The recent explosion at South Park stadium has left the whole thing in bits, over a thousand people were in there and now there all dead. Whoever is responsible for this is one sick son of a bitch in my opinion" The news reporter said.
The old man turned the T.V of as he placed the bloody brown bag down on the table "No saviours we see, I'll make saviour" Doll maker said.
He poured out the contents of his bag and a severed head rolled across the table.
"Stanley Marsh the front Quarter back and the only one who wasn't burnt to a crisp but you still died"
"Don't worry I can fix you though, I can fix everyone" Doll Maker said wheeling Stan into the operating room.
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I woke up in unfamiliar surroundings, I looked around and everything was grey the walls, the light there was only one exception something golden by the door. So for some reason I can't see colour anymore well I suppose it could be worse I could be dead. I try moving my body but find I'm tied to some sort of table, I try to move my arms to break free but they are powerless.
"Oh good your awake" a familiar voice said entering the room.
"Dr Mephesto?" Stan asks recognising the old man. Though I don't know how I recognised him he looked very different from when I was a kid for example he had clearly been doing some sort of surgery work on his leg, face, arms, and hands.
"What's wrong with me I can only see in grey?" Stan asked, worried about his vision.
"Oh yes that's the settings I have your scanner set to hold on a minute" Doll maker placed his stitched up finger across my eyes and all of a sudden a bunch of writing appeared out of know where. The grey vision flickered like a computer glitch until everything was back in colour again.
"What was that?" I asked.
"Your sensors you have three modes heat sensor, electrics and weapon sensor and then there's normal mode that lets you see the world how a normal man would" Doll maker said.
"Your body… What have you done to yourself?" Stan asked.
Now that he could see Mephesto clearly he could see the things Mephesto had done to himself. His face had a scar running down the middle where his old skin changed to a younger black skin. His Arms were stitched up about three different times patches of multicolour skin covered the whole arm. His left arm was longer than his right arm and once again there was no wrinkles. His legs seemed strong maybe as strong as Stan's but the creepiest part of Doll maker is his eyes he had one green eye and one brown and they weren't evenly placed.
"I improved myself, you see after I found out about the big C I was scared and everyone telling me I was going to die didn't help. Though I don't just give up I am a man of science after all, I had cancer in the brain so my idea was simple get a new brain. It wasn't easy but when you find the right people you can get anything in this town. I performed the surgery myself and it was a success a break threw in science but of course the head of science wouldn't listen. They said I was mad to try anything like that would be crazy, I was kicked out of the board of science and disgraced as a scientist. Though I took this an opportunity to challenge myself if a brain could cure cancer what else could work for me. I replaced my old man's legs with a finer specimen and got rid of my used out eyes, slowly I became obsessed with improving myself I forgot why I became a scientist in the first place."
"Why?" Stan asked
"To help people" Doll maker said.
"Is that what you've done to me am I freak like you now?!"
"Mind your tongue boy or I might just snipe it of" Doll maker threatened.
"But no you are not like me you are so much more, you are my creation, my master piece, my monster"
Doll maker walked up to Stan and tilted the table up so it he was standing up right, he knocked on Stan's chest and placed his ear on their listening. "Everything's working fine"
"I think it's time I powered you up" Doll maker said, then starting pressing button s on the control panel besides Stan. The table Stan was on started to electrify and travelled up and down Stan's body until the centre of Stan's body was glowing a dark red.
"I feel strong" Stan said, then feel to his knees as the straps bending him to the table disappeared.
A wave of fear rushed over Stan as he looked at his blue metal hands, Stan quickly jumped up shocked by his hand. When he was on his feet he looked at his hand again and followed the blue meatal all across his right arm. He was scared to find the blue metal covered his entire body except for a dark red circle where his heart is. He went to check his other hand but was shocked to see there was no hand his left arm stopped at the elbow and continued on with a fully functional chain saw.
"What have you done to me?" Stan mumbled.
"Here take a look" Doll maker said passing a mirror.
He took the Mirror from Doll maker and lifted it up to look at his reflection, his head had no facial features no mouth, no nose, no eyes. Instead Doll maker had replaced them all his mouth was replaced with a small blue square with three red dots on them. His eyes had been replaced with a long yellow glass that covered a large portion of his face. There was nothing human left about him, nothing he was a freak now a man that should have stayed dead.
"Why did you do this to me?!" Stan asked getting up on his feet and starting up the chainsaw.
"You died and I knew how to bring you back, you should be grateful" doll maker said.
"Grateful!" Stan yelled, then used his Chainsaw arm to slice the table he was strapped to in half.
"You turned me into a freak!"
"I merely showed you your true potential it's up to you what you do now" Doll maker said.
Stan was pissed off at the Doll maker and wanted nothing more than for him to feel how he feels. He swung the chainsaw at the Doll maker but to Stan's surprise he managed to doge out of the way.
"How the hell did you do that?" Stan asked.
"I may be 92 but with a body like this I can live on forever!" Doll maker Cheered spinning round in circles.
Stan swung at him again but this time Doll maker was ready he hit the switch on the door and three red lasers came sliding down from the door way blocking his path of.
"No! No get back here!" Stan yelled.
"I'm sorry monster but we have to pick this up another time try not to scratch the suit while I'm gone" Doll maker said leaving out the back of the warehouse.
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I left the warehouse and wondered through South Parks alleys keeping to the shadow's I couldn't risk anyone seeing me not like this. Thanks to the Doll maker I'm now doomed to live the life of a freak cut off from the rest of the world. I can never see my family they think I'm dead and its better they continue to think that way. I can't eat, I can't feel and I can't love there is no place for me in this world I am completely alone.
"Help! Help!" Stan hears a woman's scream and switches to his Heat sensors to locate the disturbance.
"You better shut up or I make you shut up!" one of the thugs yelled.
"Step away from her" Stan said, standing behind the thugs.
"And who's gan…" the thug froze in fear when he saw the monstrous figure standing in front of him.
"Don't just stand there, hit him!" the thug said, then went to stab Stan but his knife just bent backwards from the impact of Stan's armour.
Stan punched the man in the face knocking him out, the other man pulled a gun out on Stan but he sliced the man's hand of with his chainsaw before he could pull the trigger.
"Are you okay?" Stan asked.
"You took his hand of? He could die?" the woman said looking at the criminals.
"There life is not worth your own"
"What…? What are you?" the woman stuttered frozen by fear.
Stan didn't answer instead he just walked away and then flew up into the sky.
If I can't move on with my life then I make it my mission to make sure no one else in this town loses there's.
A/N: Stay Tuned for the next and final origin. It will be a great one.
To Be Continued...