GremlinPrescott: lol don't worry, Gene doesn't know a thing about this!
Ellie: We're nearing the close of this emotional rollercoaster, at last lol
apple: Nah, she won't forget Turbs, don't worry.
Mystic Nightfury: It might take me a while to fix the mess that Gene and Go Go caused lol
DarkMeow159: I miss writing Blondie's POV, since she's obviously the easiest to write for personal reasons lol.
That Guest Person: I was wondering about you! I figured you were just busy or something, but glad to see you back!
The Lizard: I couldn't think of any other way to do the "get her out of the hospital" scene lol, I had to have people be on his side or else he'd be a wanted criminal and their apartment would be swarmed with cops before he got back from Disney World xD And yeah Turbo definitely has road rage, but he's retired from trying to beat up 9-year-old drivers ;) lol. And thanks for the 2nd message, I appreciate the advice. I can't exactly lower carbs though because I'm already underweight and don't need to lose anymore lol. I'll check out the book though.
A Guest: No, no more homework/reviews, I got burned out doing those. And he did Beauty and the Beast in the first story, in chapter 46.
Guest (different one): Why thank you, I'm glad you think it's that good XD
I'm really sorry about the super late update, I have seriously been uninspired and lacking in creativity. I went through a rough emotional patch and didn't even want to look at this. A lot of people sent me nice messages which I appreciate and I feel better now. This chapter and the next are really important because this is the section that I've had envisioned in my head since the very beginning and is the one that made me decide to start writing this sequel. I didn't want to rush it just because I felt bad; this saga means a lot to me personally and I wanted it to be good, so it took me a while to churn this one out. Hope you guys enjoy and thanks for sticking with me.
One More Turbo-Tastic Day at a Time
With one punch at the keyboard, thick leather straps shot out of the inner walls of the machine and bound the body in one place, encircling the wrists, ankles and torso. This was a safety feature installed to keep the body from moving too much during the toonification process and also to prevent any harm from befalling it. A small screen displaying the CGI render stayed tucked in one corner while thin blue lasers formed a grid over the body lying on the stretcher. The breathing apparatus continued to hum and blink to the side, doing its job without interruption.
A bright orange laser hovered over the base of the head; the circular donut-shaped contraption that the stretcher was lying inside began to spin like a centrifuge, and using the laser as a guide, began to descend itself down towards the toes. The skin began to lose its human appearance and take on a much smoother, toon-like quality; the bones and organs under the skin were going through the same process which was being monitored on another display screen.
During this, small translucent tubes lowered from the ceiling, the tips housing a small needle. They hovered over the skin of the arms and legs, located the veins and then attached themselves much like leeches. One tube was different, thicker than the others, and filled with blood; toon blood, the same kind the every Disney character possessed. The smaller tubes lightly began to suction out the human blood while the thicker one began to pump the toon blood inside, going at a steady rate. The body twitched lightly during this, as was the norm.
The breathing assistant continued to work as if nothing had changed, the chest rising and falling at its regular pace.
The eyes moved rapidly underneath their lids, the fingers tapping almost anxiously as the process neared its process. Everything stopped and pulled away while another laser came down to give one final sweep of the body to check for any imperfections or problems.
All in all, it was a good hour's time before completion.
The longer Blondie stayed in the machine, the more nervous I became. I hadn't even realized I was chewing my nails until I bit too close to the quick and winced from the pain.
"Take it easy," Felix said to me with worry mixed in his voice. He hopped over to gently tap at my finger with his hammer to stop the bleeding and pain. "Nothing's happened to suggest that this isn't working."
"If it was YOUR wife, you'd be freakin' out as much as I am," I unintentionally snapped at him, not even looking in his direction. I returned to pacing around in a directionless oval, having stuck my hands in my pockets to keep from chewing on them more.
"It's only been ten minutes," Kara said from where she was sitting with Dr. Stein, who was looking at the machine with curiosity, probably trying to figure out how it worked.
"What, that's it?!"
"Maybe you should do something to get your mind off it," Felix suggested as he put a hand on my shoulder.
"Well, this WOULD be a good time for you to erase her patient records," Dr. Stein mentioned to me. "Actually, I should really be getting back to work before people notice I'm good. I can always say Kara went on lunch if anyone asks where she is."
"Yeah I don't mind staying."
'I guess I really should do that," I reluctantly agreed, feeling exhausted from all the stress. Part of me wanted to stay, because what if she woke up while I was gone? Selfish as it sounds, I wanted to be the first one she saw.
"Nothing's going to happen, don't worry." Felix gave me one of his "You can count on me!" grins, and I did admittedly feel a little better.
"All right, fine, but if anything happens, call me immediately."
"Hold on a sec," Mickey suddenly spoke up, and he walked over to where Dr. Stein and Kara were sitting. I saw him talk to them and they both nodded to whatever it was he was saying. Afterwards, Mickey went back to stand by the Professor while Dr. Stein came over to me.
"What was that about?"
"It's a secret," the young doctor told me with a wink.
I gave him an unamused expression, but said nothing. I had other things on my mind.
Dr. Stein let me into his office so I could use his computer while he made his rounds. I sat back in the swivel chair and cracked my knuckles before getting to work. Let's see, how do I do this? I haven't hacked into anything in a long time.
After clicking around a while, I finally figured out how to access the mainframe. I opened up patient records and scrolled down the alphabetical list until I came across Blondie's information.
"Bingo."
I clicked a few more times and typed a few things in, forcing the program to delete the file. I activated a search window to find anything else that had her data on it, and set to work deleting those too. I left the stuff about her being an employee alone, since she was going to call her boss and quit anyway, and the Human Resources department would do the deleting of THAT information.
I'm making this sound really easy, but in reality it took me a good forty-five minutes to do all this. It was tough finding things in a program I wasn't familiar with. If this thing had been designed like a code vault for a game cabinet, it would've been extremely easy.
I had just switched the computer off when I heard the doorknob rattle. Oh no, I couldn't be seen in here! I had no other choice but hide under the desk, and I pulled the chair closer to me so it could help block me from being seen. Thankfully, the desk was pushed up close to a wall, so you would have to actually go behind the desk to see me at all.
I heard the rustle of trashbags and realized that it must be the housekeeping people. I held my breath, hoping they wouldn't have to-
Oh great, there's a trashcan under here with me! I felt sweat bead on my forehead and my heart raced, knowing I had to move that thing out. I very quietly pushed the chair back enough to slide the trashcan out from the under the desk, pushing it out enough to where the housekeeper wouldn't have to come under here. I kept my breath held as she finished up, thankfully not noticing anything out of the ordinary. When she left, I allowed myself to breathe and made my exit.
As soon as I stood, the doorknob rattled again and I was just about to dive under the desk again when I realized it was Dr. Stein.
"Did you get it done?" he whispered after he shut the door.
"Yeah," I nodded in response, wiping my palms on my pants. "Far as anyone is concerned, she never existed as a patient. Anybody wondering where she is yet?"
"One of the other nurses did comment on it, but I just said she might be downstairs getting some sort of scan done."
I coughed a wry laugh. "Well she DID get a scan of sorts done."
My cell phone beeped in my pocket and I rushed to grab it, seeing it was a text from Mickey. All it said was "it's done". "Okay I gotta go, look thanks for all the help." I had my hand on the doorknob when I thought of something and added, "Hey Kara's a nice girl, you should take her out some time."
I left before he could comment.
Never say I didn't do anything nice for strangers.
Fifteen Minutes Earlier
"Are her leg and other bones still broken?" Mickey inquired as a small screen floated around to various places on Mrs. Time's body.
"It would seem so," Professor Von Drake answered him while he viewed the results on the screen. "The machine only turns things into toons, it doesn't heal people We knew this was a possibility before we started, you know."
"Guess that's where I come in," Felix said as he twirled his hammer in his hand. He lightly tapped on the injured areas, a light ting resounding.
"We should probably do another scan to make sure that worked," Mickey suggested. Suddenly, Mrs. Time's body convulsed on he stretcher, the straps thankfully holding her down. "What's going on?!"
"She's trying to cough!" Kara explained as she used a syringe full of Ativan to calm her down. "She must be trying to wake up and the breathing tube is bothering her."
"Well can't you pull it out?" Mickey asked, looking back and forth between her and the machine.
"I-I'm not really supposed to, that's the doctor's job," Kara informed him, but she sighed with a frown. "I guess I'm the only person here qualified to do it though. Good thing I've seen them do it a lot."
She had Mickey aid in holding the head still while she performed the proper measures in removing the tube from the throat. A few coughs later, Mrs. Time went back to being asleep.
"She's still not awake," Felix noted sadly.
"She's exhausted from the procedure, is all," Professor Von Drake explained as he cleaned his glasses. "It's a very trying experience on the body. She'll come around shortly."
Mickey wiped his brow, relieved that this had worked. He'd never hear the end of it if he had authorized an unconscious human to go through the toonification process and then die from it. "Let's wheel her into the recovery area and do last minute checks on her. Thanks, everybody, all the help is most appreciated."
Felix and Kara bid their good-byes, the handyman heading for home while the nurse was escorted by an Agrabah guard (who had been positioned outside the room) to the portal that would lead her home. She smiled at the thought that she had been part of something so big and that she was able to help someone who seemed to be a hopeless case after all.
Too bad she would soon not remember it...nor would Dr. Stein. Rather, she would only remember the parts of the day that didn't involve the Time couple or Disney World affairs.
She had just reached the portal when Turbo came through it, surprising her a bit. "Oh, Mr. Ti- I mean, Turbo, your wife is all ready! They took her to the nursing ward. She's not awake yet though."
"Thank Walt, you have no idea how stressed I was about it," he replied as a look of relief passed over his face. "Thanks for all the help." He was about to leave to head there when he stopped himself. "Oh, hey, so that doctor, the young one. He seems like a cool enough guy, why don't you try talking to him more."
Kara tilted her head curiously at him. "You trying to hook me up?"
"Are you complaining?"
"Not really," she answered quietly, getting a little embarrassed about the topic. Dr. Stein WAS a nice handsome man after all.
"Then just go for it. You deserve being happy too, what with all the stuff you put up with to make other people happy." Turbo gave her a quick pat on the arm before jogging off, leaving the nurse there with the guard. She sighed, taking a last look at the small part of Disney World she'd been able to see in her life, grateful to have seen it at all, and disappeared.
Turbo's POV
"Excuse me, Turbo, sir, you can come this way."
I followed the guard down a hallway, nearly bouncing with impatient eagerness. I was going to see Blondie for the first time in...I'd lost count of when I'd seen her conscious last. It had been too long regardless. The guard reached the end of the hall and without waiting for him to say anything, I ran inside, my smile so big that it hurt my face.
"Blondie?"
There was nobody there.
My smile faded instantly, confusion and disappointment sweeping over me, and all I heard was the door slam behind me. I whirled around and felt my heart drop when I realized I'd been tricked and locked in.
"Hey, what's the big idea, let me out!"
I grabbed the handle and pulled with both hands. When that didn't work, I kicked the door over and over, my foot aching after only a short time.
"Let me out of here!"
"The boss said to keep you here a little longer until he said it was okay. He's got to explain the situation to your little wife first," the guard said to me in a bored tone, and then he grew silent.
"I don't care what he said, you open this door!" I started ramming it with my shoulder like the guys on TV do...not a great idea. I bounced right off of it and onto the floor, pain shooting through me. "You better be glad I don't have my car right now, or I'd be driving it through the door instead!"
Blondie's POV
What…what happened?
Ugh my back…it's so stiff. Like I've been sleeping on a rock for a week or something.
Why is it so bright in here? I don't even want to open my eyes. I groaned as I moved my hand over my eyes, shielding them from the glaring lamp that was over me. After a moment, I forced myself to sit up, my head spinning.
"I feel like someone scrambled my insides up," I muttered out loud to myself. I felt my hair and cringed lightly at the oily texture. Eww I really need to wash my hair. I can't believe I let it get so nasty.
I let out a yawn and finally blinked my eyes open. I was in a room I'd never seen before, sterile white and with the appearance of an old-school medical clinic. Why was I here, did this mean I was sick? Or did I get kidnapped by some deranged doctor who wanted to experiment on me?
"Turbs?" I hesitantly called out, not really wanting to shout. My voice sounded so loud in here since the room was unnaturally quiet. "Turbs, you here?"
I didn't get an answer, which worried me. Did he even know where I was? Did something happen to him? Is he in some weird room like this one?
Looking down, I saw that- whoa, I'm in a tacky hospital gown. What the heck, why am I in this thing? This is like some weird horror movie. Strangely enough, it looks like one of the gowns that we use at the hospital I work at.
I rubbed my legs (eww I need to shave; how long was I asleep?) to get some feeling back in them and I slowly got out of the bed. Wait a minute, I can see perfectly clear; I've always needed to wear contacts and glasses to see anything. Ugh don't tell me I slept a week (or more) in my contacts! I stumbled around at first as if I hadn't walked in a long time and came across a sink with no mirror above it.
"Odd," I noted under my breath. Probably a good thing I can't look at myself though since I more than likely look a hot mess if I haven't showered in a while. I gently pressed my finger into my right eye, thinking I could blindly take out my contact lens but much to my surprise, I didn't feel one. Ugh, was it lost in my eye? I hate when that happens. "Worst morning ever."
There was a small shower area nearby that had a flimsy shower curtain attached to it, and some cheap soap like what you find at a hotel. There was also a towel, washrag and a change of clothes that consisted of sweat pants and a sweatshirt. Wow, that's it? No undergarments? Pfft, whatever, I'm too annoyed to care.
I was a little paranoid about there being hidden cameras that were installed by a pervert, but honestly I just wanted to be clean. I kept yawning and had to sit in the shower while I freshened up since my legs were getting wobbly. My one complaint was that there wasn't a razor. I finished up and blindly stuck my hand out for the towel, dried off, then reached for the change of clothes. Blah I feel so weird. I kinda feel like that chick from the Resident Evil movies, the one who was asleep for a long time and when she woke up, zombies were running rampant.
I flung the shower curtain back and decided I needed to crawl back in the bed. I was too tired to do anything else right now. I had just flopped back onto the bed when this door opened that I hadn't noticed before and none other than Mickey Mouse walked in.
"Mickey?" I asked as I lazily sat back up. I suddenly felt more awake (and relieved), though I crossed my arms over my chest self-consciously since...well, you know. No undergarments. And I didn''t exactly like being in front of Mickey Mouse like this.
"Welcome back to the land of the living," he said with a smile, pulling up a chair beside me.
I furrowed my brows at him. "What do you mean? What happened to me? Where's Turbo at? Where am I?"
"Turbo's in another room, trying to kick the door down because we told him to wait a few minutes before seeing you." He held his hand up to signal me to stop talking before I even got a word out. "Don't worry, he's not in any trouble and neither are you. I felt it best if I spoke to you first alone."
"You're freakin' me out, what's the deal?"
Mickey folded his hands on top of one knee, his eyes looking almost sympathetic. "What's the last thing you remember?"
My brain felt like it jolted and I pressed one hand to the side of it. I searched through the mental fog of my memories, trying to remember. "Um...I think...oh, we were going to the Cars movie-verse for that race."
He nodded, leaning forward in his chair slightly. "Yes. And do you remember what happened there?"
The way he was acting made my stomach turn a little, as if I should be dreading something. "Why can't you just tell me?"
"I need you to remember on your own."
Figures. I blew my breath out and tried to think. "Well...I remember we were walking around...I think the twins were there too...yeah, one of them took my soda I had. Then I went to go-"
All the cars at the pit stop were in a panic, screaming and driving around like mad. I didn't know what was going on since I was unable to hear the announcers over all the noise. Amongst the confusion, I was able to hear someone scream,
"Hey, lady, look out!"
I turned my head towards the warning call and saw the blue car rolling towards me, and it didn't look like it was going to stop. I tried to move, frozen for a second out of fear. My God, he's going to hit me!
My head felt like something snapped in it and I grimaced, my eyes feeling wet as I held my free hand up to the other side of my head. No, no, that couldn't be right-
I forced my legs to move and leaped to the side, trying to avoid the car, but-
WHACK!
"No, no, no, that's not right, that couldn't have happened," I insisted angrily, beginning to rock myself in the bed in an attempt to calm my nerves. I was shaking all over and my head felt like it was splitting open. "The car...blue car..."
"Yes, a blue car," I heard Mickey reply gently, his voice sounding so far away now. "One of the twins, Burn, ran you over at the race. You were in the hospital for a week."
"No."
"Your injuries were so bad, you stayed in a coma. The doctors didn't think you'd make it."
"No."
"They were asking your father and Turbo both to let you go-"
"NO!" I snapped my head up, glaring at the Mouse with every ounce of venom I could muster. My head was throbbing so hard, it was like someone had my head in a vice. "SHUT UP! You shut up, you filthy liar! You put a bunch of false memories into my head, didn't you?"
"I'm not lying!" Mickey turned very serious, a look that I had seen on him before and it wasn't one I necessarily liked. It was that look he gave when he was about to tell me something I didn't want to hear. "You almost died, and the only way to save you was to transform you."
Transform? "What does that mean?" I felt like a crazy person, my thoughts whirring inside my head like a rubber ball in bouncy house. "What do you mean 'transform'? What did you do to me?"
He didn't have a chance to answer before I flew off the bed, grabbing his shirt collar in my hands and bringing him closer to my face so I could glare at him more intensely. "Explain yourself now!"
"Calm down, please!" he begged me, his already huge eyes even bigger as he stared at me fearfully. He dug his gloved hands into my wrists and tried to push me back; the door opened and a couple of Agrabah guards came storming in as if they were about to attack me. I growled and shoved Mickey back in his seat. He coughed a few times and straightened his collar up, standing up out of the chair now. "It's okay, fellas, it's fine. Go back outside the door."
"But, boss-"
"Do it."
The guards exchanged glances, but they turned around and did as they were told. I wiped at my nose and sat on the bed's edge, anger still coursing through me. Mickey rubbed at his throat, wincing a little, and then he reached into his jacket to pull out what appeared to be a hand mirror. He opened it up and handed it to me, stretching his arm out towards me so he wouldn't get too close to me again.
I grabbed it, momentarily feeling uncertain if I wanted to look at it or not, but I was too upset to think that logically. I held it up to my face and...
I...
I look...
The mirror slipped from my fingers, crashing down onto the floor into several pieces. Every nerve felt like they had been plucked, every muscle tensed. I pressed the palms of my hands against my face, my entire body body shaking violently while I struggled to breathe.
"What...did...you..." I could barely speak, my throat suddenly dry as a desert. "What..."
"We had no other choice."
"Where is my face?!"
You might say I mentally flipped at that point. I was the definition of a screaming force of rage. My fingers dug into my hair, nails scraping the scalp painfully as I sat there and screamed into my palms. I only knew I was crying because my hands were wet with hot tears.
A hand fell on my knee and I reacted violently to it. My hands flew out in front of me and grabbed Mickey, who had only been trying to calm me down; I didn't just grab his collar this time though, I had both hands around his throat and started shaking him.
"Where is my face?!" I demanded, my voice not sounding like my own. It was deep, raspy and almost sinister, as if I'd been possessed. "What did you do to my face?! What did you do to me!"
I had such a grip on him that he couldn't talk. His face started turning colors as he attempted to fight me off of him.
"You turned me into a freak, a hybrid freak, turn me back now!"
I didn't notice the guards running in this time and I was soon forcefully pried away from Mickey and thrown to the bed, my arms and legs held down while I continued thrashing about.
"Let go of me, you can't do this to me, where is my freakin' family, TURBS, TURBO, HEEEEELP!"
"Ma'am, calm down!"
"Get her a sedative!"
I kept hearing voices all around me, the room spinning as faces merged together. If this is what being on an acid trip feels like, I never want to go through it again.
"Get off me! Stop it! Turbs! Daddy, someone, help me!"
Help didn't come. A sting was felt in my arm and after a few seconds, peace washed over me and then...sleep.