A/N: Okay, I don't have anything to really say this time. Ha ha, they laughed sarcastically.
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A Pre-Winter Day's Nightmare
=Castle; 3:57pm; Steve's New Temporary Room=
Steve opened his eyes, stood up, and stretched a bit. For a few minutes, Steve examined his room more closely and checked for anything that looked important. The only interesting things that he found were a washroom -he would have to make some sort of indoor plumbing system later- and a closet with dimensions of 6x6x7. After another ten minutes of pointless examination, Steve decided to wander aimlessly, seeing what there was to be seen.
=Castle; 4:22pm; Fourth Floor Side Corridor Next to the Third Floor Stairway Above the Entrance Hall to the Right of the Second Story Lounge=
Steve gave a low whistle when he opened the double doors. "My, my. What have we here?"
Steve had walked into a small theater. There were three aisles, two on both sides and one in the middle. The room itself was about thirty feet tall, twenty feet wide, and twenty-five feet deep. Both sets of seats was grouped five across and four down. The stage alone spanned the entire width of the room and was almost as tall. The whole room was adorned with wooden sculptures of cherubs, assorted instruments, and vines and was as clean as it could get.
Steve walked down the center aisle, counting the number of seats and observing the craftsmanship. "37, 38, 39, 40... 40." Steve hopped up onto the stage, got down onto his hands and knees, and smelled the wood. "Oak," he sniffed it again, "mahogany finish," and then... he licked it, "and it was recently cleaned." Steve just noticed what he was doing. "Ugh!" He quickly wiped his tongue off. "I can't believe I just did that!"
After wiping off his tongue thoroughly, Steve looked around to see if anybody was around. Then, he returned to center stage, cleared his throat, and began:
"'But soft; What light through yonder window breaks?'" Steve looked upward to his left, "'It is the East, and Juliet is the sun! Arise fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief that thou her maid art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is-'"
"You're really good."
Steve was caught off guard, "What- Who- It- Hah?"
"I said: you're really good," Belle repeated. "'O Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo?'" Belle began Juliet's dialogue, "'Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.'"
Steve froze for a moment but continued with his own lines, "'Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?'" He literally meant it as he said it!
Belle did not yet sense Steve's uncertainty, "''Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor any other part...'"
Belle kept reciting her brief monologue, but Steve's thoughts were pin-wheeling. "This is not supposed to be happening! She shouldn't be here! She should be having what she would call a 'civilized discussion' with the Beast! I need help!"
Belle finished her set lines and looked over to Steve, who was twitching slightly. "By the way, I never learned your real name.
"Mitchell. Steve Mitchell." Steve hesitated for a moment before asking, "So... how are you... enjoying your stay?" Steve sat down on the edge of the stage and Belle sat on the left side of the front row, across from Steve.
"It's fine," she answered, "except for..."
"The Beast," Steve finished, "Yes, I thought so."
"He just expects everyone to do what he says." Belle sat back and folded her arms, "It's ridiculous!"
"Well," Steve said, "I just got a call from Copernicus, and it turns out that he's not the center of the universe."
Belle gave a small laugh in reply, "That's clever. Who taught you that?"
"Thanks," Steve glanced to the side and mumbled, "and... my father told me that." Steve wasn't necessarally thrilled when people asked about his dad. He'd been telling the same lie for three years: "My Dad travels a lot." The last time Steve had actually seen him was when he was going into the garage of their old house in Florida, where he and Steve had kept the earlier prototype of the "Invention".
"I'm going to check on the generator, son," his dad had said, "The power surge last night really messed the machine up. I'll be right back."
"Okay, Dad!" A few minutes later, there was a flash of bright green light and then the power in the house failed. "Dad? Dad?!"
Another minute later, an explosion destroyed their house's garage and Steve's room, the primary cause of their move to New York. His father was soon pronounced dead, but Steve knew better. He then shut himself up in his room for weeks, without telling anyone what he was doing. It took a while, but Steve soon became more social. He went out for sports, improved his intelligence, and rose to number one on the popularity chart in high school.
Sure, he still worked on the invention, but it took longer than he thought it would have. But now that it was ready, he'd fix everything that had happened.
"Steve? Steve... Steve?"
Steve was partly aware of someone shaking him, "What?" he asked drowsily.
Belle was standing in front of him. "You looked like you were about to pass out."
Steve shook his head to clear it. "I- I'm fine." Steve slid off the stage and staggered a few paces before gripping the back of one of the theater chairs.
Belle was a little concerned, "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah," Steve felt a chill run down his spine, "I need a minute." The last thing he remembered was the whole world slanting.
=Castle; 9:39pm; Steve's Temporary Room=
Steve's eyes shot open and he was gasping for breath. After a few minutes of intense coughing, he leaned over the edge of the bed and threw up all over the carpet. "Man, I've got to lay off of the chili-cheese fries!" Steve swung his legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand up. And by tried, it means that he fell forward the second he stood up. "Ow."
Steve finally stood up on the third time, but he still had to put a hand on the wall to keep his balance. When he got into the washroom, he took some water and splashed it on his face a few times. Steve dried off his face and looked into a mirror. "Okay. Still animated. Good." He took the iPod from his pocket...
=New York; 4:06pm; Steve's Room=
Danny was messing around with Steve's guinea pig: Snippy. He was holding Snippy in his lap and asking, "Does Steve ever feed you?" At that moment, he heard his iPod go off. He said to Snippy, "We'll continue this conversation later," he answered the call, "Welcome to movie assistance incorporated," Danny snickered, "How may we make your experience more memorable today?"
"Cute." Steve was not amused.
"Whatta ya need? Erasers? Pencils? Sketch paper?" Danny was cracking up. "Oh, wait, I forgot ink! HAHAHA!"
"If I could slap you right now, I would. Now seriously, I'll send you a list of the stuff I might need to get this over with quickly."
When Danny got the picture of the list, his jaw dropped, "You need all of this!" It asked for almost everything in Steve's room, even his lab equipment.
Steve ignored Danny's reaction, "Of course I do, I'm a man of science. Oh, and don't forget the duct tape."
=Back to the Movie=
Steve checked his iPod's clock, then remembered that it was useless here because of space-time issues. He'd have to construct his own watch later. "Ah, just in time." The room glowed as all the lab equipment down to the duct tape was reconstructed inside the room. The best part was that they came in organized and placed evenly around the room. "This never ceases to amaze me."
There was a knock at the door, "Hiya, are you awake yet?" The voice was childish, happy and slighty cute.
"Who is tha- Ooooohhhh, I know." Steve walked over and opened the door. As a joke, he looked straight ahead. "Hm. I could have sworn that I heard someone out here."
"Down here!"
Sure enough, Steve crouched down and was face-to-handle with Chip. "I'm just kidding, I knew that you were there."
"So you're the guy they were bringing down here?" Chip asked. "You look different."
"Carried me, huh. At least it wasn't a drag. Heh heh... that sounded a lot better in my head. Wait, this is my head! I guess I am. Pleased to meet you... uh, what's your name again?"
"Chip!"
Steve snapped his fingers, "Ah, yes! That was it." Steve purposely yawned, "Well... it seems kind of late." Steve actually had no idea what time it really was.
"Well, yeah." Chip looked to the side guiltily. "I should have been asleep by now. But I wanted to meet you!"
Steve chuckled, "How about this: if you go back to sleep now, then you can ask me anything that you want tomorrow."
Chip brightened up, "Really? That would be great!" He spun around and hopped down the hall as fast as he could. "See ya tomorrow mister."
"You, too!" Steve called back, "But I'm only fifteen." Steve shut the door and went to a table in the back of the room that now held his assortment of beakers, vials, test tubes, and assorted liquids and chemicals. He cracked his knuckles and picked up an empty test tube. "Now, let's start small. Let's make a chemically engineered air freshener. Because I can't stand the stench of failure."
A/N:This was a SORT of random chapter, but the last part REALLY needs explaining. Okay, Steve gets equipment from his room via the machine and plans on using science to get through the movie. The chemistry lab will be important in later chapters. Keep that in mind. Hm, I guess it didn't need so much explaining after all.
In other news, I have found a way of being inspired to write chapters quickly: listen to a LOT of Disney music NON-STOP! Plus, the YouTube video I found was PERFECT and I have decided to pass it on. The video is called Walt Disney Song Collection. I wasn't able to put down the link.
Also, I've begun a poll asking what movie you would like Steve to enter next. It seems that I'm way ahead of myself. *sighs*
