Author's Notes: Bear with me if this chapter feels a little rushed. I try not to write like this anymore, but since this is an older story, I'm not rewriting anything for now.

The harsh words spoken by the Mingler had stayed with Mark for a long time. Years later, while in employment in Sellbot HQ, he still couldn't shake the fear that those words had forever instilled in him. He didn't want to be a defect, or a failure; but still, even surrounded by all of his Toon-hating coworkers, he had no desire to hurt any of the citizens of Toontown. And that made things very difficult for him. His fellow Cogs quickly took the opportunity to make him the victim of all their mocking, derision, and spiteful contempt. One day, however, they took this hatred to a murderous level. They didn't want to have to put up with this Toon-loving, dysfunctional Telemarketer anymore. The only way to get rid of him, then, was to either get him into trouble with the VP, or end him themselves. The latter, in their insensitive eyes, was the easiest method. So one day, near the edge of Sellbot HQ where it meets with Daisy Gardens, on top of one of the towers, these cold-hearted Cogs had thrown him over the ledge, letting him crash to the hard ground below. They were sure that this was the end of 'Mark the defective Sellbot', but little did they know that his story was far from over.

Cupcake Doggenbottom was ecstatic. Today was going to be an amazing day. Cupcake and her best friends, Brownie and Flip Pea, were going to defeat the VP together with a group of five other Toons. This would only be her second time doing this, so she couldn't wait to have the exciting experience again. She didn't often join in the boss fights, mainly for her overprotective father's sake. This was extremely hard for her. She had a sort of fire that burned within her, relentlessly, driving her to be a strong fighter in the war against the Cogs. Because her dad was the Mayor of Toontown, she was constantly reminded by him of the target that was on them due to their positions in the town. But she couldn't stop. Not only was she fighting for her dad, who she painfully knew could've been the one captured on election day, but she was also fighting for her mom, who she hadn't seen in five years. When the Cogs attacked on Doomsday, they cut Toontown off from all access to the other towns and cities surrounding it. Unfortunately, her mom was in another town at this time, and was kept form ever returning to her family. This, along with the never-ending threat to her father, friends, and home, had turned Cupcake into an anger-driven warrior, never at rest as long as the Cogs roamed the streets. She may have been only sixteen, but she was invaluable to her town.

But now she was as happy as ever, skipping down Oak Street, which led from the Daisy Gardens playground to Sellbot HQ. The sun was out, the birds were singing, and a soft, melodious tune was floating through the air. It was the perfect picture of springtime beauty, aside from the occasional grey, sullen Cog that would be roaming up and down the block. Finally, she made it to the entrance tunnel of Sellbot HQ. She looked up at the large, menacing building, with its narrow towers spurting out a black, ominous steam. She was just about to run through, when something in the corner caught her eye. She glanced over, and was immediately shocked at what she saw. There, lying on the ground, was a Telemarketer Sellbot. She was very confused. Usually, when a Cog was defeated, they simple exploded and only the parts were left behind. But this Cog was badly beaten, and there were no gag remnants anywhere on him. She was just going to ignore this odd occurrence, when suddenly the strangest feeling came over her. Now, Cupcake was no stranger to these feelings of guidance, as she would usually have them to help her in a hard decision. But this was different. This was a feeling of... compassion? For a Cog? She was floored by her own emotions. She just couldn't help but be drawn to the seemingly lifeless form lying there. After contemplating for a moment, she went over to the Telemarketer, and after kneeling down on the lush, green grass, began to survey him over for any signs of life. She listened intently, and soon heard the faint sound of the whirring and clicking of gears somewhere in his torso. She carefully, removed the Sellbot emblem located on his chest to see what color his health light was. It was a dark red, meaning that had the damage been any worse, he would've certainly been dead.

Cupcake didn't know what to do. Her hate-driven self wanted nothing more than to simply leave him there, and go on her way. But something drew her to him. She couldn't ignore it. Now, for all she knew, this Cog could've been just like the rest of his metal predecessors, who would turn on her the moment that he was fixed. She was so disconcerted about what to do, when suddenly she heard a hissing sound coming from her pocket. It came from her Whisperer, a device used by Toons to communicate solely with a friend of group of friends. She pulled it out and saw that the message was from Brownie, asking rather frantically where she was.

"Great," she muttered, placing it back into her pocket. "What am I supposed to say? Brownie will never believe me if I tell her what I'm doing." She sighed. "I guess I'll just have to bring him home myself, and ask her to meet me at my house."

After contacting Brownie, her mind filled with all the reasons that this was a horrible, dangerous idea. But somewhere, deep inside of her, she felt compelled to. So, after telling herself repeatedly that she was crazy, she pulled a Teleportation Hole out of her abysmal pocket. Then, after lugging the Cog onto her lap, she somewhat rolled into the hole. She then landed, with a bang, on the floor inside of her messy, cluttered home. She sighed. It was too late to go back now. Whether or not she had made the right decision, time would soon tell.

Ugh - FACEPALM - so cliché. Also, this needed WAY more dialogue.