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Thanks for all the love and support, guys, I really appreciate it, more than you know! This chapter is part two of the scene that got me to want to write this sequel, so it's also really important to me on a personal level. Hope you guys enjoy. Also, I'll be getting back to the Crash/Burn/Bobby/Go Go/Gene part of the story next chapter finally, I just wanted to wrap up this Turblondie stuff first.
One More Turbo-Tastic Day at a Time
"Now that you're calmed down, I can tell you what's going on and what is to be expected.
"You are a Disney character now. Not legally or officially, and your soul doesn't belong to us, but that is what you are now. A human character, yet not fully homo sapien any longer.
"You would have died otherwise, you need to understand that. Your human body was frail and weakening day-by-day from your injuries.
"You may wonder why we cannot simply turn you back into human now that you are awake. That is because you were healed after the transformation was complete. Your toon body still had the same injuries as you had when you were human. Felix's hammer healed you, and this is only because you were in a Disney toon form.
"Because of this, if we turned you back into human, your body would malfunction and shut itself down due to confusion. The Disney magic that healed you would cease to exist and you would go right back to being on the death bed.
"Now, as for your life on Earth in the Real World...you need to understand that we cannot have people finding out that we gave special treatment to a human and turned her into a toon. People that you see every day, such as coworkers or maybe the clerks at the local grocery store where you shop, your neighbors if you have any...they would obviously notice the difference in you. You still look like yourself only...well, animated.
"In order to avoid questions and people harassing not only you about your change but also US, we will require you to move away from your home, to another part of the country preferably. Your immediate family, such as parents, siblings, grandparents and only the closest of friends may know of this in order to keep them from thinking you died.
"The hospital has no records of you existing as a patient, which will avoid legal ramifications as far as kidnapping you from the hospital goes. Turbo took care of that for us. You still will need to quit your job,on the phone so they can't see you, since your coworkers will be wondering where you disappeared to and also this prevents you from having to have a new identity when you move and such.
"I know you can't ask me any questions right now, but sedating you was the only option to get you to listen to me without literally taking my head off. We gave you a drug that allows you to relax and not talk or move, but can still listen. It's safe, don't worry about side effects, it's a new one that the Professor just finished up a few months ago.
"I know you want Turbo here, and your family will be allowed to see you of course when you're ready. I have someone fetching Turbo right now, so quit cursing at me in your head like I know you're doing."
"What did you do to her?!"
After I was finally released from my unorthodox and completely unexpected imprisonment, I was ushered into the room where Blondie had been taken to. She had her eyes open, but she didn't look like she was really seeing anything, like she was in some trance. Her face was tilted towards the side, her eyes drooped down to the floor as she lay on her back.
"We had to sedate her after she attacked me," Mickey explained to me as he rubbed at his neck, wincing at the touch. "I was trying to explain the situation and-"
"And she freaked out," I finished for him angrily, "which is exactly why I should've been in here."
"Sorry." He didn't sound very sorry. Or maybe I'm just too upset to notice if he was being genuine. "I thought it'd be better if I explained everything to her, but apparently not. I'll leave you two alone. She can hear you, she's just really slow to respond. It'll wear off in a little while."
He left and I let out a loud, annoyed sigh. Idiot. An idiot who helped get my wife back, but still an idiot.
I went to kneel by the bed and moved some of Blondie's hair out of her face, which was strangely wet so I guess she had a shower already; seeing her not hooked up to all those life-saving devices and actually being able to view her face fully made me calm down. Her eyes blinked slowly but she didn't say anything. One of her hands tried to raise up and it shook before lazily flopping on my arm. I gave her a small smile and held her fingers. I was so happy to see her, that everything else that had been on my mind soon flew out the proverbial window.
"Hey, Blondie," I said quietly, my throat feeling tight. I had so much I wanted to say to her, that I didn't know what to start with. "I...I missed you, baby. I thought a few times that you were going to..." I couldn't make myself even finish the thought. "Well, you didn't so it doesn't matter anymore."
She made a noise in her throat like she was trying to form a word. She sighed nasally and swallowed, then finally said, "Don't."
It came out as a small whisper, and the corners of her eyes started tearing up. She kept avoiding my eyes, which made me hurt a little inside.
"Don't...what?" I wish I could read her mind sometimes.
She stretched her jaw out a few times as if to warm up the muscles again so she could talk better; her hand reached up towards my chest and started weakly pushing at me.
"Don't...look...at me."
Her other hand went up towards her face to partially cover it. My own face fell when the realization hit; she didn't like how she looked now. To be truthful, she didn't think she looked all that great the way she originally looked; I'll hold out hope that this new look will grow on her, even though really to ME she looks largely the same.
"You look fine," I told her as gently as possibly as I moved to sit on the edge of the bed beside her. She started crying then, nothing dramatic, but it still pained me to see her like this. I wanted to hold her since I missed her so much, but I didn't think she'd allow that right now. Instead, I tried to put my hand on the back of her head, but she shook it away.
"Don't patro...patronize me."
She sounded really tense so I pulled my hand back reluctantly, feeling more hurt by the second.
"I'm not trying to," I said, a sense of desperation hitting me. What if she hated me or blamed me for all this? "I know it's a shock to wake up to all this, and I'm sorry about that, but it HAD to be done."
Blondie's POV
I wasn't trying to be mean. I really wasn't. Looking back though, I'd feel like one of those tsundere women you see in anime all the time. I felt like everything about my reality had been taken away from me. Like I'd been abducted and experimented on, then expected to just be okay with it. Maybe everybody else in the world wanted to be a cartoon character, but I didn't. Not right now. I liked being myself. I didn't feel like me anymore. I looked like something I would've made in one of those online dollmaker games; an incredibly realistic one, I'll admit, but it didn't feel...natural.
"Shock?" I parroted him, finding it easier to talk now that the sedative was wearing off. Being paralyzed while conscious is one of the most terrifying ordeals I'd ever been through, let me say. "I wake up to a strange place, alone and half-dressed, then Mickey comes and tells me that everything about my life has to change including my appearance and possibly my species. I'm a little more than just 'shocked', I'm completely flabbergasted and confused and freaked out and-"
"It's going to be okay," Turbs kept saying in this really light voice that made me think he was trying to not upset me anymore. Like he was tiptoeing around me trying to say the right thing even if it might not be true. I didn't want him touching or looking at me; all it did was further drive home the fact that I looked different. That I was different.
"No, it's not," I said as the tears kept coming. "I have to leave home and start over and get a new job and people are going to look at me weird and I don't like getting all that attention and I can't believe you did this to me without my consent whatsoever-"
Turbo's POV
I knew it. She blamed me for this.
"Consent? Blondie, you were in a coma, how was I supposed to get your consent on this exactly? Stop acting your hair color and use some sense."
That was the wrong thing to say; she got a little more strength back and actually shoved at me. "I said stop patronizing me!"
"Stop being childish!" I snapped back; I was trying to be calm, I really was, but she was being hostile. I don't respond well to hostile, I never have. Getting shoved and barked out while I was calmly attempting to explain myself was not how I envisioned this reunion. I'd been on edge ever since this disaster happened, worrying every day that I'd never see her again, why can't she just be glad she's alive? "Do you understand me when I say you were in a coma? Do you? You were going to DIE-"
"Shut up."
"-and I didn't want you to, because I love you and it made me crazy not being able to do anything about it!" Memories of those nightmares I'd had about her dying crossed my mind, and I relived all the pain from this past week right then in that moment. "And now you're here acting ungrateful!"
Blondie's POV
"Ungrateful?" I forced myself to use my arms to pick myself up off the mattress. I could only do so much at a time because my body still felt stiff, but I made some progress at sitting up on the bed. "What do you want, a medal? You expect me to thank y'all for dictating my life and telling me what to do with it?" I was getting more emotional by the second, tears pooling my eyes. "I laid here having to listen to the Mouse monologue about how things were going to be like he was bossing me around. I can't even live the way I want now!"
"And how exactly did you expect to live at all if we hadn't intervened?" Turbo was giving one of those looks reminiscent to when he first got her: the narrow-eyed, angry look of death. "We didn't do this so we could control your life, we did it so you would live!"
"Yeah some life, being on the run and all," I stubbornly sniffed, not even looking at him.
"We're not on the run!" He made a sound of annoyance as he threw his hands up. "I don't understand why you aren't comprehending any of this! It was a life or death situation!"
"Stop saying that..." I rested my head on my palms and started crying again. I felt so dizzy, I thought I'd puke. This was such a mess, life was such a mess.
"It's the truth!" he kept yelling at me though I hinted some pain beneath it. I felt the bed move when he got off of it and I just knew he was just standing there glaring at me. "You're making me sound like I was the selfish one for wanting you back, but you're being selfish for twisting this around and making me out to be the bad guy when all I wanted was to see you with your eyes open and hear you say something and get to touch you without a bunch of medical equipment all over you. I nearly went off the deep end, and you're sitting here twisting what was supposed to be some happy reunion into a angst-fest just because I wasn't able to tell you about anything!"
I forced myself to peek at him but he had his face covered and partially turned away from me. Judging by how hard he was breathing, I took it that he was trying to simmer down. I felt the urge to get up and hug him from behind until he calmed down all the way, but I felt like since it was my fault he was upset that he wouldn't take kindly to it. I looked back down self-consciously, staring at my animated toes from my cross-legged position. They looked so...weird. On anyone else, it would be fine, it was just that they were my toes and they weren't supposed to look like that.
Kinda like how seeing a different face than the one that I'd been used to seeing the past twenty-eight years of my life in the mirror had been jolting.
"How long were you planning on doing this to me?" I asked quietly. I needed to know if this was always a plan of his or if it was something he only considered when my life was at stake. "Was this some kind of grand scheme until the opportune moment hit?"
Turbo's POV
Oh I know she did NOT just ask me that.
"Did you seriously just accuse me of plotting against you?" I was so dumbfounded that she'd even think such a thing. I was still riding on an anger high from earlier, so I was definitely not in the mood to be accused anymore. "What are you saying, that I was glad you got run over so I'd have an excuse to turn you into a Disney character?"
"NO, that's not what I'm saying," she replied quickly, and she took to fiddling with her hands. "I...I don't know what I'm saying..."
"Apparently not because you're acting irrational."
"I just want to know if you knew before...before THIS if..." She wiped at her face to clear it of tears, sniffing a few times. "Did you know I could turn into a toon before all this happened?"
My mind went back to our wedding day; Mickey had approached me then and introduced me to the concept of human-to-toon transformation. I had wanted to talk to Blondie about it, but Mickey convinced me not to because he didn't want her to get her hopes up about being somewhat immortal if this newer machine happened to be a failure during its beta stages.
"Yes," I answered slowly, "Mickey told me about it and said that was how that one movie was made. Some princess movie with live actors."
Blondie's POV
"Enchanted?"
I never saw that one, but it's so popular that I couldn't help but know about it. Seriously, that's how that was made? They turned Amy Adams into a hand-drawn character? I doubt she remembers it, kinda like how Julie Andrews doesn't remember literally interacting with the characters from the chalk painting scene in Mary Poppins.
"Why didn't you tell me about this?" I asked him wearily; any other occasion, I'd be interested in this process, but since it happened to me, I was a little peeved off that I wasn't given any kind of warning. "It would've been nice to have a heads-up that this could have happened."
"I'm sorry," Turbs said in this begging voice. I think we both felt bad about getting mad at each other...technically that was my fault since I picked a fight with him. "I wanted to, but...I don't know, I didn't want you to worry about it. You worry all the time as it is. And you were still getting over the whole mortality-immortality thing with us, and I didn't want you getting your hopes up that the problem would be solved if this machine happened to not work."
My chest tightened as my breath hitched, his last sentence repeating itself in my head. I put my hand against my head to stop the spinning sensation I felt. "What...what do you mean?" I asked in light confusion, even though I was sure I knew the answer. "Why are you bringing up mortality issues?"
As soon as I said it, I confirmed the truth on my own, and I started to shake from the realization. "I'm never gonna age? I'm immortal now too?"
"Didn't you kinda want that?" Turbs asked in his own confused tone. "That was one of the major reasons why you kept denying you liked me as more than a friend, isn't it? This solves the whole problem for us."
"Yeah but..." My voice trailed off, unable to conjure up the words to speak. Part of me was actually glad to hear that; I had been worried about the mortality issue between us, so yes this did solve the issue. However, I suddenly started thinking about my family. They were all going to die off one by one, even any future nieces and nephews I might have, and I'd still be alive and kickin'. "It's gonna really suck seeing all my family pass away..."
Turbo's POV
I bit my tongue before I made any off-hand comments about how her parents and grandparents were going to die before she did anyway. Blondie curled her legs up to her so she could rest her face against her knees, her arms hugging them to her. I let out a slow, silent sigh in response to the uncomfortable atmosphere.
"I won't be going anywhere," I began as I made a move to sit back on the bed, sitting in front of her. "I'll still be here with you, okay?"
A muted choking sound came from her, like she was trying to hold back another fit of crying. Blondie wiped her face against her legs, sniffing a few times in the process. She raised her eyes enough to glance at me, still keeping most of her face hidden behind her bent-up knees, before she slowly scooted herself towards me. She leaned herself forward and down so she could rest her head against my chest, and then wrapped her arms tight around me as if she was scared that I was going to leave any second.
She was every bit as warm and soft as I remembered. I couldn't think of anything better in the world right at that moment than getting held by her again, and all the arguing we'd done in the past few minutes faded away. I rested my head on top of hers and rubbed on her back, shutting my eyes so I could dwell in the moment.
"I'm sorry, Turbs" she said in a small voice that was still tearful.
"I am too, babe."
She fell silent for a moment though I could hear the gears grinding in her head. "You don't...think any different of me do you?"
Blondie's POV
"What do you mean?"
I closed my eyes, trying to let his heartbeat's rhythm keep me calm. "Because I look...different."
"Blondie...you're still you."
I felt tears try to come back, my throat tightening up again. I couldn't shake the feeling that Turbs was just saying that to make me feel better. "I'm just sayin' that if you do it's all right. Since...well...when you looked like King Candy, I did that to you at first..."
His chest rose and fall as he sighed, which made me think that I'd annoyed him again. "Will you please look at me?"
I tensed up at the very notion. No, I don't want to look at anyone.
"You're going to have to look at me eventually," he pressed gently as he kept rubbing my back. "Come on, I miss seeing your pretty face."
I scoffed. "Don't guilt trip me."
"Fine, then don't look at me and miss out on seeing my handsome face all the time."
Okay I did smile a little at that one, but I still honestly felt bad. If I hadn't been able to let myself get fully comfortable around "King Candy", then how could I expect Turbs to get comfortable around my new self? "This isn't funny..."
Another sigh. "Blondie, you being weird around me while I was bald and big-nosed and lisping is completely different than you being a literal toon version of yourself. You still look like you, as much as you might not believe me. I mean yeah it hurt my feelings during that whole KC debacle, but I did look like a completely different person so it's only natural to be weird about it. You still look a lot the same though so it's not that big of a shock to me. I'm just glad you're here...I really missed you."
My smile got a little bigger, feeling a warm in the face. "I know you did," I said while I straightened up so I could wrap my arms around his shoulder and upper back, then rested my head on his shoulder. I should be a lot more thankful that I have someone who literally risk everything for me. "I love you."
Turbs hugged me back around my waist, his face buried in the crook of my neck. "I love you too. Now how about we get out of here and go home?"
Home. Wow, that made me think that I still had to face my family. That was really nerve-wracking actually, like what if they were weird about my looks too? I mean I know they were definitely worried about me, and it's probably selfish to not see them right away, but...
"You don't have to see anyone if you don't feel like it," Turbo told me as if he could read my mind (I'm a little suspicious sometimes). "We can crash at home all day and worry about it tomorrow. And Kitty's at your parents', so you can face her tomorrow too."
Oh boy, what if she didn't recognize me? She might get spooked out. Then again, she does like Turbs just fine so maybe she'll be okay.
"Okay," I sighed simply, before giving him a kiss on the cheek. I was suddenly in a cuddle mood, so the faster we got out of here, the better.
Later that day
"Hey, Mickey, I'm really sorry about trying to kill you earlier. I wasn't in the right frame of mind and was confused about everything, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you."
"Oh that's all right!" Mickey replied over the phone, though he did rub his neck again. "I probably should've gone about it a better way. And I'm sorry I had to drug you."
"Well, I probably would've done the same thing in your shoes, so no worries. Just don't do it again."
"Will do. Good-bye."
Mickey hung up the phone before he turned to the duo in front of him. "Dr. Stein, Kara, I'm appreciative of your services today, but we just can't risk anyone knowing that the operation actually happened. Not even you."
Kara bit her lip as she held her hands in her lap, looking up briefly at the doctor sitting next to her. "We understand."
"Now the only memories I'll be erasing will be anything pertaining to Disney World and your involvement. As far as remembering Turbo and-" He coughed at random before he could say her name. "Sorry, had a tickle in my throat. Anyway, as far as remembering them, you'll only remember any medical involvement you had. Nothing pertaining to helping Turbo carry out the plan will be in your memories."
"So will I remember why I asked her on a date when we get out of here?"
Kara jerked her head up so fast that she thought her neck would snap. "E-excuse me?"
Dr. Stein turned a little pink, his eyes shining behind his glasses. "Well I was going to ask you earlier, but didn't find the time. If you'd even want to go that is."
"I...of course, doctor," she slowly smiled, sitting up a little straighter.
"Please, call me Sebastian."
Mickey rubbed his face. Why must everything be complicated? "Oh boy...well...of course you'll remember asking her, but you're not going to remember anything else. I guess I can replace the day's events with another event that would've let you two get closer. That'll require using the troll's magic from Frozen I suppose."
The nurse and doctor exchanged a look, and then turned their attention back to Mickey. "I think that will be acceptable," said Dr. Stein.
"Glad to hear it."