This is my second attempt at the utilization of cartoon physics in the One Piece universe, taking inspiration from Looney Tunes, the Mask, Yugioh's Toon World, and many other things in the world of cartoons. Rather than being fueled by laughter, our story revolves around a Mad Scientist who is fueled by fear. I...feel I will bring all but backlash and critiques of One Piece writers better than me so, idk by all means. The only characters I own are Stitches and any other original toon characters, everyone else belongs to Eiichiro Oda. Enjoy.

"They say the pen is mightier than the sword. Well, my friends…there's truly no place that asserts this function…than the Grand Line."

"But I'm getting ahead of myself. How about we start from the beginning, shall we? Hehe, buckle up, kiddos, ladies, and gents. Because this is a story you don't wanna miss out on,"

Let's start with the beginning. What's there to say…except,

In the beginning, there was man.

And y'know man. At first, they were just cavemen that didn't couldn't tell the difference between a rock and Ben Stein. I mean…the only thing they KNOW is rock back then. BUT I'm getting ahead of myself, here.

Evidently, man began to develop a brain. Heck, sometimes even animals developed brains bigger than man, which is why we got Minks and Fishmen. But that doesn't mean man doesn't have brains…well some don't, but that's just genetics.

Man has brains. And as they continued to evolve, they use those brains of theirs to pursue their dreams here, in the Grand Line. They use their brains for stuff such as adventuring the high seas, pursuing knowledge, and the best of all, the fine art.

By utilizing their creativity on a canvas, replicating the many things they see in real life like ehh…nature, and sea and stuff, many artists grew a name for themselves from there. Pablo Picasso, Leonardo Da Vinci, Vincent Van Gogh, many magnificent artists…these names remind me of pasta.

Anyway, evidently, the artists gave up, and they didn't know just what to do anymore, once they exhausted their creativity. Just when they couldn't replicate anything enough…

One artist thought up an idea.

"Hmmmm, these portraits, these landscapes, they seem quite…realistic…nonfiction. Too nonfiction for my taste." An artist says critiquing the many arts throughout the gallery….but then came to another portrait.

A painting much less detailed, and the animals and landscapes were drawn much differently. It was a rabbit. Rather than looking like any other rabbit, this one has a big head, big eyes, humanistic features, it looked….

"Silly…" The critique says to the more…silly drawing. "Tell me, how did you think of this?"

"Well, when I was out in my garden, I took inspiration to a little white bunny scurrying around. When I first drew the rabbit, something felt…off to me. It felt so…plain. And so, I decided to give it more humanistic features," The artist says.

"And the gloves?" The critique asks motioning to the pristine white gloves.

"Oh, well to me, drawing human hands felt quite difficult to manage. So, I settled with white gloves!" The artist says.

"I like it…this usage of anthropomorphism…the usage of silliness, tell me…what do you call this?" The critic asks. The man smiles.

"I call it…a cartoon."

Wouldn't you believe that, that one man-made something so inspirational that it soared through this big blue ocean?

Many artists wanted to make more cartoons with even more overexpression and fun. Some wanted to use some creativity and make cartoons outta just about anything. Plants, animals, everyday objects, even their own food!

The amount of creativity, imagination, and most of all… the silliness of these cartoons was so powerful and vivid enough for the cartoons to do the unthinkable…well in this world not really, but it's still pretty neat.

The vividness of the silliness and imagination were enough for these cartoons…to literally spring out of the canvas. Vivid enough to bring these cartoons…to life.

These cartoons are far, FAR different from any normal human being. Defying the laws of physics, logic, anything that humans follow.

From pulling even a titanic ship outta their pockets, to having enough strength to lift a building if the silliness and comedy calls for it.

Evidently, these creatures outta the inkwell gave themselves a name. No longer did 'Cartoon Characters' roll off the tip of the tongue. The name of these little creatures was shortened and were instead they were evidently called…

Toons.

Toons are characters that with personalities GREATLY exaggerated. They live off of silliness, happiness, comedy. Meaning they can't die or get hurt. Their only existence in life is simple: to make people laugh. So, you wouldn't be surprised if they lose color if they're depressed or they couldn't get a laugh outta anyone.

But THAT'S on a rare occasion and all that.

Toons thrive by being nothin' but silly, crazy, psychopathic, comedy machines. Though to humans, they're sometimes an annoyance.

I mean, c'moooon, humans really can't EVER replicate anything a Toon could do. They can't hope to replicate toons. Usually when they do…we get clowns. Although…there IS one person. One person in the WORLD who can replicate just about everything a toon can do.

He's the Kingpin of Gags, Chuckles, Chortles, Giggles, and all sorts of tricks, treats, and laughter. He's a person that all Toons look up to, an inspiration to all silliness.

Remember that artist that started the trend? Well…he grew to be the man we know today: Aristotle Loon. Or as we'd like to call him: The Prank Master, Loony Loon.

The Prank Master was as cunning as a fox and as zany as Zimbabwe. Regular humans are able to make life into toons simply by the amount of creativity and zaniness placed in them and placed on the canvas, but with the power of the Toon-Toon Fruit, it doesn't matter to ol' Aristotle Loon. With a simple touch, EVERYTHING he touches turns into a whacky and silly toon.

You name it! Furniture, fruit bowls, boats, ships, even buildings! The world is literally his canvas.

But, you know how humans are…they don't like what they don't understand, after all. All kinds of people wanted his head for starting this whole trend of these…monstrosities. Nasty ain't they? Now, you're probably wonderin' how ol' Loony Loon was able to get past these people, huh?

Simple: Pranks.

From sketching, Ol' Loony Loon evolved his work into making gadgets, not only to evade those spoil-sports, but to do the one thing toons love to do, especially him: Make others laugh. In his case, to make HIS kind laugh.

Cannon-Filled Punching Bags, Mallet-in-a-Box, Mini TV, this is just a small list of many, many, MANY Loony products and gags that Loon made for funny ha-has.

He hauled those little trinkets to not only his ship, but to an island unmarked and NEVER found on a map.

Word is that he's got not only a factory-built there for his pranks…but a whole town. A whole town of freedom, wackiness, silliness for us Toons. A place we all would call home…

Toontown.

Not only Toons, but humans would KILL to find this island of his. But Loon knew better. It was TOP information that he wasn't gonna give up easily.

Evidently, he made a name for himself, the man who sailed without a crew, the crazy man…the Prank Master.

So, needless to say. He's an important guy. He inspired many Artists…or rather Cartoonists, he single-handedly spearheads the process of an entire civilization walking among humans, and he brought laughs and joy to his friends AND his enemies.

Everything was just about perfect for the Toon-Toon Man and best of all, he can spend endless days with his toony creations, cause he can never die!

Or…at least…

BANG! BANG! BANG!

That's what we thought…

Heh, I guess there's some human inside of him, I guess. One thing's for sure…three gunshots to the heart was enough to put him down. We never understood why, or how…but I guess it's a reminder that…he's still human in there.

The funny thing is…no one ever found out who killed him. Killer escaped the moment ol' Loon was killed and without a trace, no less. Guess we'll never know, huh?

Man-oh-man…just when we thought things would be looking up for us Toons, we all got this news of his death.

From what we were told, he had a will and it involved us toons and this Toontown place. Unfortunately killing Loon wasn't enough, huh? His will was nicked off him. Did the Killer get it? Who knows? One thing's for sure, they still need to find the Toon World, if they're gonna take the reins.

Until then, toons are stuck. As the world began to grow crueler and harsher, humans and other species didn't really seem so welcoming to toons anymore. Laughs just wasn't good enough, and any gag and prank they'd do, they'll get in deep trouble for it.

That's…just how the world is now. Just doesn't seem like a place for toons anymore.

And what about Loon's Toons? well, we're still around. We're just sulkin' and left without a leader. We can't do anythin' next because...well, we're Cartoons. We can't continue without someone writin' our stories, we can't go home without someone producin' our cartoons. We're stuck in Toontown...basically in an endless pause menu without anyone keepin' us in line. We can't do anythin' without Loon.

But I ain't giving up just yet. The Will is somewhere out there, and so is Loon's killer. Whoever finds them both, will find our salvation.

Loony Loon's gone, but his legacy's still out there, in the shape of the will. I have faith that one day, a Toon'll rise up and take over Loony Loon's legacy and stick it to the fella who took it away from us. Havin' a full-toon do a half-toon's job means they ain't dyin' ANY time soon! We won't have another Loony mishap again.

Someone out there will find our Toon paradise, and give us toons the happy ending we desperately need. And heck? Whoever it may be, be it good or bad, we'll follow them on ANY decision they choose.

Because they'll be the ones keepin' our Legacy alive.

Imagine my surprise on who's the toon ambitious partake this perilous journey.

Our story begins…in a room. As the relentless sounds of the cheers and laughs roar throughout the port square, we start our story in a dark and secluded house, blocking and barricading the world away.

The only sounds that echo this room are the bubbling of beakers and Bunsen burners glowing in deadly shades of purple and green.

Scattered across the floors are assorted dolls with screws on their heads and jiggered smiles with either x's or swirls for eyes.

On the bed are assortments of papers, no doubt containing notes, blueprints, and formulas. And finally, writing her notes on the desk at the far end of the room…is her.

Now, Toons are indeed fueled off Laughter. The only reason why we're around, is to make people laugh…well…this kid marches at her own drum.

She's the first toon in all of history to be created far…FAR differently from us fur y'see she's not fueled off of laughter, no…

She's fueled off of fear.

A toon, a little ragdoll girl with fabric a sickly green, white hair tied to a ponytail, blood-red eyes, and a screw…a literal oversized screw lodged on the side of her head. Half of her entire face is completely stitched up, and in place of one of her blood-red eyes…is a swirl, the same as the dolls around the room.

Her attire consists of a gothic black dress with spiky tendrils. She was also wearing velvet red stockings, and pitch-black Mary Jane shoes. Stitches of course cover half her arms.

This lil' Ragamuffin is a basket case…and to us Toons, it ain't in a good way. She likes to see her test subjects squirm in the worst possible way, not limited to, seeing them die slowly.

Those test tubes of hers? Contains all kinds of deadly poisons, medicine, and drugs she's collected in her travels around the Grand Line.

Laughing gas, Poison gas Tear gas, literal deadly toxins made from Amuidake, Mescal Cactai, Doku Flowers, the whole kit and kaboodle.

But those don't hold a CANDLE to a chemical she's been cookin' up. After all these years, she finally finished the formula for her favorite chemical to be.

The ragdoll soon a jagged-toothed grin, like a Jack-o-Lantern. As her eyes turned from white to black, and her pupils glowed a crimson glow, and as a pitch-black ooze dripped from her mouth…she looked with such satisfaction at what she has written. A formula for her most favorite toxin, waiting to be contained.

"Fear Gas. ANY who interacts with its toxins shall have their minds induced by the sweet, succulent fear, reducing them into empty husks even madder than I~!" The ragdoll says so giddily. "All I need are the ingredients…and a wonderous lab rat pathetic enough to test my beauty." The toon soon opens the window, letting in the light in this darkened room.

"Both are easy to get. After all, what better place to find a bunch of squeamish cowards…than the city of liars and cheats, itself…Mock Town." The girl says maliciously.

And thus, here we are. Surprisingly enough, our legacy's in the hands of this freak of nature. How will she find the Toon World? And what'll she do when she finds it and the will? Heck, even I don't know.

"But how about we start off with…just who IS this freak of nature? She only goes by one name:

Stitches

So...I'm back. I can't say I'll expect to be active here because I've been causing myself stress for the stupidest reasons. I'm still a bit low on motivation, as well, but I'll try to get back into it. Compared to my naive self in the past, I haven't watched One Piece in a while, so bear with me here. That being said, enjoy, if you're interested...I guess.