For all Ouran Highschool Host Club fans: You know what I think is in Kyouya's notebooks? Fanfiction. Of all the Host club members and goings on. Yes some will be finance and stuff but the rest: fanfiction. Especially of Haruhi and Tamaki. Mwahahaha! Perfect!
Miss-Understood: Haha that's cool. And yes, this is taking over your life. Shedea will rule everything. Mwahahaha!
MysteryGirl7Freak: But if the doctor was here Shedea might try to take his life force (*ahem* regeneration energies).
Anyway, Pleasure Island is in this... *shudder* I hate watching that scene, I really don't wanna do that again... atleast until I show my kids that movie when I have them... But until then... never again! I even knew what was coming and I let myself get attached to Lampwick! Gah! *Sniff* poor Lampwick :( Also sorry if the scene goes a little off (other than because of obvious reasons) but I really didn't want to watch that again so I did it from memory. Forgive my weakness but I CANNOT watch THAT over and over like I have to do to write this sometimes. So sorry if it goes away from what it's supposed to be a few times (I'm sure it does, I just don't know how bad) but seriously, I cant watch that scene. It scares me to much.
Anyway, no excuse really for being late... is it late? I never set a schedule... hmm... anyway, enjoy!
Oh and to the Guest you reviewed on 11/8/12, here it is! I fulfilled your wish! AND I'M NOT SORRY!
Adam, Charming, and Phoebus followed the old wizard down a set of stone steps, which led into a large chamber that seemed like a grand dungeon cell more than a study.
"This is how you like to study?" Adam asked while Charming whistled.
"Looks like the Palace of Justice back home." Phoebus remarked.
"I took a little inspirtation from that movie when I was redecorating." Yen said, admiring the room proudly.
"Movie?"
"Now," Yen said, brushing over Phoebus' question, "In order for you to retrieve Shedea, you must catch her by surprise. She's to powerfull for a frontal assualt. You'll have to get the drop on her."
"And how do you suppose we do that?" Charming asked patiently.
"Well you three are princes and soldiers, men schooled in tactition and war. You should know."
Adam sighed, so it was a puzzle he didn't want to help them with? Fine then, the more the wizard was indebted to him the better control Adam had when it came to helping Belle.
Adam crossed his arms and looked at the wizard, "Very well, but we'll need a map of our location and it's surroundings."
Yen Sid nodded and looked to a mirror standing in the corner with a sheet over it. With a wave of his hand the sheet flew off and the mirror gravitated towards them, dust cascading to the ground behind it. With another wave of Yen Sid's hand the glass rippled like water and the reflective image became a window looking out at a themed amusement park.
But the amusement park was dark, as it was nighttime, and the attractions were lit with a somewhat sinister glow. They were also all empty, everyone seemingly gone.
Until the pool hall's pool balls were struck. Yen concentrated, and the scene shifted to the inside of the pool hall, where two young boys stood lazing around the pool table, a cigar in their hands.
To the side, a young girl in a dark green didel sat in a chair facing the pool table, looking annoyed and impatient. The oldest of the boys, a tall red head in a brown bowler and jacket, winked at her before taking a shot at the pool balls. The girl merely huffed in disgust and turned her head, arms crossed tightly across her chest.
"C'mon Pinocchio, that cricket had no buisness interrupting our fun." The boy said to the younger one, "And anyway, neither does she."
"So kick me out! Go on!" The girl said nastily. It was clear she did not like this boy, who merely looked at her lazily and shrugged, "You're to pretty. Someone else might have their way with you before I can."
The younger boy blanched at what the older boy said but said nothing. He merely took his shot at the pool table and sat down next to his friend. She didn't return his friendly smile, being to angry with him.
"I don't see Shedea anywhere." Phoebus said boredly.
"She's in this world, and she must be close." Yen insisted, "I've found that the mirror usually explains itself if we give it time and watch."
Suddenelly there was a shout from the mirror and the lazy scene transformed into a frantic, terrified one.
The boy, who only moments before had been lazily smoking and shooting pool, was bucking around as he slowly transformed into a donkey, shouting and braying as he kicked off his clothes and shattered glass and splintered wood with his hooves.
"Momma! Momma-Aghghgh!"
"Oh my-" Charming clasped a hand to his mouth while Adam forced himself to look away. Only Phoebus watched as the girl pullled the smaller boy, who had grown a pair of long gray ears, towards the door. She looked horrified, the boy just looked scarred and confused.
"Pinocchio!" Something cried from seemingly nowhere, "Pinocchio we gotta go!"
"Listen to him Pinocchio!" The girl cried, pulling Pinocchio threw the swinging doors.
"B-but..." Pinocchio seemed to come to his sense, "Lampwick!"
"Theres nothing we can do at this point!" The voice chirped as the girl and Pinocchio disapeared through the doors.
The mirrors image shifted, showing the two of them running through the abandoned amusement park. The boy seemed to make good time, but slowly slowed to keep pace with the girl. Something bobbed up and down on his hat as they ran, directing them as they would run in one direction but jerk to another. Eventually they ended up running up a long, rocky hill towards a cliff. Looking back, shadows with lit lanterns had sprung out and were slowly making their way towards the boy and girl. With a terrified gasp, the girl pushed the boy and herself off the cliff to the churning waters below.
"No way!" Phoebus exclaimed as they watched, "Are they... what?... Yen!"
"Shh..." Yen was staring at the mirror intensely. Moments later-long, terrifying moments-two heads popped out of the water gasping for air. The girl had her arms around Pinocchio who bobbed along in the water like wood.
"Yen... is Pinocchio made of wood?" Charming asked.
"You only now remembered the story?"
Charming blushed scarlet, "Well it's been awhile... and there wasn't a girl with him or the cricket."
"That's not entirely true. But I guess whatever force that commands the universes here had to change the story for your books."
"Why?" Charming had to ask. Yen merely shrugged cooly.
"I don't know, my knowledge is rather limited in certain areas."
"I still don't see Shedea." Phoebus complained.
"Maybe the mirror is attracted to the part of residul magic belonging to Shedea?" Yen asked, "Give it time. As soon as the mirror senses her somewhere else it will change."
"We don't have time to wait." Adam said, but it seemed he was largely ignored as the others didn't even spare him a glance. Adam groaned and crossed his arms.
They watched together as the two made it to shore.
Wendy held tight to Pinocchio as they bobbed to shore. The impact of the water had sent her reeling, and she was positive she would have drowned had Pinocchio not taken hold of her as he let himself be pulled to the top. Jiminy sat coughing on Pinocchio's hat and Pinocchio lay on his back, facing the sky, silent tears slipping down his face alongside the water. The ears slowed their travel, dragigng along in the water.
Wendy was still coughing and spluttering as the last of the water ejected itself from her lungs. She had a tight hold on Pinocchio but it didn't hurt him, just made him feel a little uncomfortable. When she seemed to be done coughing he wriggled his arms a little and her grip loosened.
"Are you okay?" Wendy asked Pinocchio, wiping away some of his tears.
"L-lampwick... he..." Pinocchio said as he dissolved into silent tears and sniffles. Wendy whimpered herself. She hadn't been a fan of the disgusting boy but even that was going to far as a means of a punishment or something.
"He... he w-was my best friend!" Pinocchio managed through his tears.
"Oh Pinocchio!" Wendy said, hugging the poor boy, "It'll be allright, I promise. Now, let's get to shore and then get home." Wendy said and Pinocchio nodded silently.
Jiminy watched the exchange with a sad sort of apathy. He was burned out at the moment and was glad to hand the companion duties over to Wendy... again. Ever since she'd woken up on the hill they'd stopped to rest at all those nights ago she'd been nothing like the thing that had attacked Madame Fairy. She didn't seem to even remember meeting the Blue Fairy.
Actually, she didn't seem to remember anything at all. Except that she'd been somewhere rather special to her before appearing here... with someone who had red hair and was mischevious. This led Jiminy to wonder if maybe Lampwick's red hair and tough break-all-rules character had somehow made Wendy stay in that saloon instead of stomp out like he had as the boy poured a continuous string of insults in their direction. She'd merely huffed and planted herself in one of the chairs to watch angrily.
Pinocchio sniffled again and Wendy kissed his forehead compasionatly, trying to get him to calm down. Motherliness emmenated from her in everything she did and Jiminy had to wonder where she got it. Taking care of a little, curious, boy was proving to be extremely difficult for him, how did she do when she was barely a few olders than him?
"These ears are annoying." Pinocchio finally complained, calming down enough to make pleasant conversation.
"It's your own fault Pinocchio." Wendy said pointedly, "When good little boys are bad they make... well..." She gestured to Pinocchio's ears.
Pinocchio muttered a quiet "I'm sorry" and Wendy smiled.
"Well, I guess I can forgive you if you can get us to shore within this lifetime."
"Okay." Pinocchio said simply, happy to please the girl he'd come to depend on.
The first tendrils of sunrise were begining to creep across the sky, streaking the indigo with light pinks and whites, which where slowly burning to orange.
Pleasure Island had been all but vacated as the boys-turned-donkeys had been crated up and shipped off, the boats long gone by now.
The Coachman stalked along the abandoned, broken streets broodily eyeing his shadowy henchmen as they repaired the damages. He'd lost two of his products, one diving straight over a cliff to escape him! He'd also lost the girl too, which was a shame since he'd planned so many things for her... so many things... The Coachman licked his lips savegly as he walked.
This place... it was a true marvel. Even to the Coachman. Could no one sense the danger? The Evil Intent infused into this place? Why was it the Coachman was the only one who could sense it... taste it... revel in it? Was it because he was the monster perpetrating the Evil? Or was it because he was imagining it all? This place was nothing more than a means to an end. And end he so enjoyed creating?
Aladdin's breath hitched as he reached the bottom of the stair case, a hand shooting to grip the smooth wall as he steadied himself.
"Aladdin? What are you doing?" Adam cried, "You need to rest! You shouldn't-"
"No, I need to find Jasmine." Aladdin huffed, "I've rested all day... It's time I helped." He started to walk forward, but his motions were sluggish, difficult. Adam walked closely behind, ready to catch Aladdin if he fell.
Aladdin watched the mirror with some interest, "What is this for?" He asked.
"We're trying to find Shedea. Yen says the mirror should be sensing her around now but..." Phoebus shrugged, eyeing Aladdin warily. He had to respect a man who put a woman before his own health, but truly, which woman was Aladdin after?
"Ha!" Yen said, pointing to the mirror, "All your complaining for nothing! There she is."
Aladdin stared down at the enchanted glass, watching as Jasmine appeared slowly.
"Jasmine..." He whispered.
Shedea sighed as she stepped through the wooden door. Literally stepped through it, the wood moving along with her body to allow her passage. This was a quiet little island. One that seemed to call to her for some reason.
She ran a hand along the white apron tighed firmly around her new waist. The red dress and apron seemed to highlight her tan skin. Her black hair had been pulled into two braids coiling around eachother on the back of her head.
"I wonder what Aladdin would think about this outfit?" She muttered to herself passively as she walked down the broken cobbled streets. There was a power here that made Shedea crazy. It called to her, making itself known no matter how she tried to ignore it. She was here for the Blue Fairy, but this power was dwarfing that one in sheer magnigifence.
But she couldn't see why. This place was horrible. It was all broken and splintered. Every piece of wood, every window, anything not nailed down was turned over or on fire.
And there was another presence here. A sad, longing presence that frightened Shedea's core, that made her long for Aladdin's strong arms or Quasimodo's smiling face. Even Rapunzel's naive, happy nature that took the edge off any bad mood. It was so frightening, Shedea caught herself wishing for him. But that only lasted a second, because she refused to remember his smiles or his laughs or his hugs... Something wet grazed Shedea's cheek and she wiped it away furiously, biting her lip.
This place was just horrible.
Suddenelly she saw a shadow flit by and all she could think about was following it. Down the streets, through alleyways, and around themed rides that looked broken down and close to collapsing.
And suddenelly she was surrounded by shadows... Shadows that ignored her as they clung to the rides and houses even in the light, but shadows none the less.
Shadows that emenated the feelings of fright that were causing Shedea so much trouble.
"Helloo..." A voice croaked behind her.
Behind Shedea was an old, fat man with a red nose and white hair. A cigar hung loosely from his mouth and his yellow teeth were the size of stones.
"Greetings." Shedea said guardedly.
"And ah... what might you be doing here my lady?" The old man asked.
"What are you doing here?" Shedea asked, masking her fear with annoyance.
"Why," The man laughed, "I own this place!"
"You don't really take care of it do you?"
The man's expression soured a little, but he didn't lose the smile.
"Oh that's nothing. Come, would you care for a drink?" He gestured to the inside of a saloon that hung open, dark and empty like a rotting corpse.
"No thanks... just passing through."
"But you can't leave without one of my boats... and I want you to share a drink with me." The man said.
"Oh I can manage, don't worry." Shedea said, backing up a few steps, bumping into a shadow. The shadow didn't move, but it stared down at Shedea until she took a few steps foreward.
"Please?" The man asked creepily.
"No." Shedea said plainly, real anger begining to replace the fear.
"Why not?"
"I... don't know you." Jasmine's melodic tones made it hard for Shedea to make clear just how much she didn't like the man. She came off sounding unsure and naive.
"That can be fixed with a drink..." the old man said innocently.
"No." Shedea said, trying to walk away again but stopped by another shadow.
"Let me go." She said, her voice begining to ascend a few octaves, making her sound scared.
"Drink first."
"No." Shedea growled, Jasmine's voice finally conveying how much she didn't like the man.
"What's wrong with me? To ugly?" The man asked, his own contempt becoming obvious.
"That's part of yeah," Shedea growled, "Now get out of my way."
The man gave a snarl and snatched Shedea by the arm, "Do you know who I am? Huh? You don't refuse me yound lady! No one refuses the Coachman! No one! I have the very powers of hell at my finger tips and do you know what I'll do with them? I'll make you wish you'd taken that drink."
"That's not much of a threat you know." Shedea pointed out.
"No, it was a kindness, because this'll hurt much more without the alcohol in your system to numb the pain." The Coachmen sneered and Shedea began to feel a painful tingling sensation in her arm.
At once her body began to react, the foreign magic meeting hers.
"I... don't... think so..." She said through gritted teeth, her eyes becoming white and the black tatoos snaking down to their positions on her face and arms. She whipped one hand to painfully grab the Coachman's face, her nails digging deep into the fatty flesh, and the black tatoo on that arm snaked off her skin towards his neck. Then it began to squeeze...
"You don't touch... an Idea... idiot..." She snarled animalistically, using her other set of nails to claw into his neck as she leapt onto him, legs wrapping around his waist and hair coming undone to float supernatually around her like a dark halo.
The Coachman began to scream, the pain of having his life force clawed away driving him to his knees. Then he was silent, choking as the black tattoo made him see dark spots.
Then, savage claws struck his eyes and he saw nothing. Only heard as his shadow-men writhed and screamed themselves as he was slowly dying.
'What is this... What?... I can't die! That wasn't the... deal...' Were his last thoughts as he heard a savage, angry cry and suddenelly his neck felt a lot airier... and warm and wet as well.
Shedea looked down at what she'd done, the anger disapating as he died. Maybe clawing his eyes and parts of his neck out had been a bit much... but who cared? He was disgusting and annoying.
Then something glittering and purple bubbled up through his skin and came to sit there.
'What kind of magic is that?' Shedea wondered, sensing it was magic but... a dangerous sort of magic? Some small part of her wanted to take it, but as she reached for it, the image of him flashed through her mind and she felt a cold shadow pass over her.
'On second thought... I'm getting out of here...' She was truly alone now, the shadows having disapeared with the Coachman. Whatever they'd been holding or repairing laying in the street abandoned, never to be touched again.
Then she heard a sound from somewhere... Turning to look at the darkend saloon curiosity overwhelmed her and Shedea took a step in that direction.
AGAIN! Not sorry for killing the Coachman, never will be, and I'll gladly do it again if the oppurtunity presents itself. :(
Funfact, Jiminy actually died a few minutes after meeting Pinocchio in the real story, he got squished by Pinocchio's shoe I think... or something fell on him. Either way, he got squished. In fact he wasn't even supposed to be in the Disney movie but it was so dark and when Walt Dinsey ordered a major revamp of the story he grew to like the cricket character, deciding to expand on little Jiminy. :)