Disclaimer: All Disney works are the property of The Walt Disney Company. All other characters and settings are the property of their respective legal owners.
Author's note: Originally posted by Anon e Mouse Jr. on 2017-09-23. This is the second of two chapters posted today.
Disney/Kingdom Hearts Loops, Chapter Seven
7.1 (Mr. Egret): [Disney] / [Persona]
Oswald glared at the smirking duplicate of himself, as the standoff continued. He didn't know how he got into the TV, or why he was wandering through a much foggier version of Wasteland, but this... thing was really starting to get on his nerves.
"Aww, what's the matter? Getting frustrated, are we?" the duplicate asked mockingly. Oswald growled, and the duplicate laughed. Everything about this guy made Oswald want to punch him in the face.
Neither Oswald nor his duplicate were rabbits, of course. It seemed that he was replacing some loser named Mitsuo Kubo, and the species marker had actually kicked in, for once. He didn't Wake Up until he was in the TV World, but his Loop memories told him all he needed to know about the guy, and he felt the need for a nice long shower after this Loop. Perhaps with Thinner shampoo, to get the memories out.
The duplicate sneered, and began to pace around Oswald, who spun around to keep his face to him. "But then, I guess this isn't the first time you got frustrated, is it?" he snapped. "No, that would be alllll the way back in nineteen twenty-eight, when that rat bastard of a younger brother stole your spotlight!"
"That's not how it went down, damn you!" Oswald roared.
The duplicate didn't even notice, and went on with his speech. "You were a star once! You were big! But then the public got bored of you, and your own father dumped you into that hell hole you call Wasteland! You were bitter, and rightly so! You couldn't deal with being out of the limelight, with being ignored! Oh sure, you may play nice with that usurper nowadays, now that he's finally made up for trashing your home, but you still remember his other crime. Believe me, I know."
At this point, Oswald lost his temper. "Oh yeah? How do you know, you impostor?!" He rushed forward, grabbed his duplicate by the shirt front, and shouted in his face. "Tell me! Tell me, damn you!"
The duplicate chuckled, then started laughing maniacally. "Alright! The truth is quite simple, really: I am you... and you are me."
Oswald faintly heard the door opening behind him, and voices yelling at him to get back, to not say it, but he was too eaten up with rage to care. "Liar! YOU ARE NOT ME!"
The duplicate paused when he heard that, and Oswald grinned savagely. That's right, you jerk. Take that, and choke on it.
Oswald's cocky grin slowly faded away as the duplicate started to... laugh?
"Wonderful..." it drawled.
Suddenly shadows gathered around the duplicate, and blasted Oswald into a nearby pillar. He briefly heard someone (a female?) scream his name, before he blacked out.
Yu and the rest of the Investigation Team looked on in horror, as the Shadow of Oswald Kubo took on a much more monstrous form, after throwing the real Oswald into a pillar. Gone was the tall, thin exchange student with surprisingly large feet and searching yellow eyes, dressed in a tuxedo and tails. In its place was an enormous clockwork rabbit, with a cartoonish design, painted in bright gaudy colors that clashed terribly with the exposed metallic parts. It was pitted with rust, and its exposed gears clanked in an endlessly repeating pattern, in time with the turning of the key in the middle of its back.
Two gargantuan arms, one blocky and cheerfully painted, and one angular and obviously metallic, stuck out from its sides, and its globular head was balanced on a tightly wound spring. Oil, or possibly ink, trickled in steady rivulets from the rabbit's eyes, and two membranous wings seemingly made of the stuff exploded from the back, on either side of the worn silver key.
The transformed Shadow flared its wings, and pointed at the Investigation Team, as it laughed menacingly. "I am a Shadow, the true self," it intoned. "I'm going to make everything just like it was in the good old days, and I'm not letting a bunch of two-bit punks get in my way!"
"Oh my god!" Rise gasped, as she scanned Shadow Oswald with her Persona. "It's even stronger than Shadow Mitsuo was! Get ready, everyone!"
The Investigation Team brandished their various weapons, and Shadow Oswald roared in outrage. Battle was joined.
7.2 (Jcogginsa): [Frozen] / [Rise of the Guardians]
Elsa looked out the huge window, her heart a tumultuous storm. She wanted desperately to open her door and play with her sister. But she wanted to keep her safe even more, and that meant staying away.
She jerked back as the Windowsill iced over. She couldn't even touch something without freezing it. She'd never be able to touch Anna. Her thoughts were interrupted when a voice suddenly spoke.
"That's pretty neat kid."
Elsa whipped around, and saw a boy's face right outside her window, with white hair much like her own.
"W-who are you?" Elsa asked. The Boy chuckled and came into the room before answering.
"The name's Jack Frost. And you are?"
"Elsa." she answered, before taking a step back "You should leave. It's not safe around me."
Jack chuckled and began sliding around the room, the floor becoming ice beneath his feat "Won't really be a problem."
"You have powers, like me." Elsa whispered in amazement.
Jack only smirked.
"And you can control them?" Elsa asked, a tinge of hope in her voice that could bring tears to the eye.
"Eh, I can fling a mean snowball." Jack said with a smile.
"Can you teach me? Please?" Elsa practically begged.
"Sure thing." Jack said casually. Then he added "Just one thing though."
"What is it?" Elsa asked semi-frantically, ice appearing at her feet.
"This room is a bit small. We'll need to go somewhere a bit… bigger."
Elsa gulped. Leaving would put others in danger. "I-I'd need to convince my parents."
"Don't worry, I can help you with that. Just between you and me, i'm kinda hard to spot. You can't see me unless you believe."
Elsa nodded, and steeled herself. "Okay."
"Okay, so I had forgotten that the parents of a Ice creating 8 year old were probably a bit more open minded than most. I only got attacked with one sword before I managed to explain things."
Jack, Elsa, and King Agdar had journeyed out into the wilderness for the practice. Agdar was only there to ensure Elsa's safety, and make sure she returned home.
"Okay," Jack began, his arms tucked behind his back " the way I figure it, the best way to know how to not use your powers is to know how to use them. The more you know about them, the better off you are. Soooooo..."
Jack's hand suddenly whipped from behind and flung a snowball into Elsa's face "Snowball fight!"
Surprised, a certain... giddiness overtook Elsa, and she formed a snowball in her hand to return fire.
The battle was joined, and it was truly a spectacle. Jack flitting around on the wind throwing snowballs every so often, being pursued by Elsa using increasing elaborate constructs of ice, from slides to pillars.
"You're pretty good." Jack called "But you still haven't hit me with a-"
A Snowball struck the back of his head, thrown not by Elsa but by her father.
And yet again the battle was joined, this time with the King taking part. It might have seemed lopsided, two cryomancers and a regular human in a snowball fight, but the king held his own.
Finally, amid a storm of giggles and smiles, Elsa waved her arms in a wide twirl, flinging magic snowballs in every direction.
"Okay, you finally got me." Jack said with a smile, mirrored on Elsa's own face.
Until she heard a groan. Turning, she saw her father lying on the ground, clutching at his chest. Her eyes widened and her glee shattered as she rushed over to him, tears already falling "Papa! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Jack landed next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Listen Elsa, you can fix this, you can thaw his heart. Love will thaw, and i know you love your father. Remember all the times your father read you to sleep. Remember when he held you in his arms. Remember his love."
Elsa closed her eyes, and remembered. And then her tears dried, when her father's arms wrapped her into a hug.
"And that's how I helped Elsa get her groove back. After that, they unlocked the castle and Elsa could play with Anna again. And yes, they built many snowmen."
"A very good story mate," Bunnymund said. "But it doesn't explain how she's still here 150 years later."
He turned to Elsa and said politely "No offense."
"None taken." Elsa said with a wave of her hand. "That's another story entirely."
7.3 (Evilhumour): [Frozen] / [Doctor Who]
Elsa had to admit, this was one of the weirdest variants ever.
"DO YOU WANT TO BUILD A SNOW-MAN?" The Dalek asked in a sing song voice.
"NEGATIVE, SHE WISHES TO BUILD A SNOWFORT!" The cyberman shouted at the Dalek, who was now arguing with more strange aliens about what snow features to build.
She sighed, knowing this would be a long Loop.
7.4 (Evilhumour; Xomniac): [Frozen] / [Codename: Kids Next Door] / [Megas XLR]
The Awakening of Nigel Uno
Anna Awoke to a strange scene. It seemed this time Elsa was being replaced by some bald boy, and she didn't recognize the Looper. Using her Loop memories, she started the Loop the way she usually did.
"Nigel, do you want to build a snowman?"
Her brother blinked, reached for his tinted glasses and stared at her.
"As soon as you explain what is going, where my friends are, where my treehouse is and who you are."
Anna smiled as she liked to give the Welcome Speech. Reaching into her subspace, she pulled the latest book that she got from the ponies.
"Well, you see, there is this tree..."
A few Loops later…
Father stood tall above those snot dripping kids from his nephew's treehouse.
"It seems that your precious Numbuh One isn't here to save you this time and once I am done with you all, you will be perfect little kids like my own!" He shouted, his flames growing larger the captured operatives Numbuh Two to Five. "Bring in Daddy's Delightitfier kids!" He bellowed to the collective group known as the Delightful Children From Down the Lane just as something blue and grey smashed into the side of his mansion, ripping it apart from what appeared to be a giant robot with a car on top.
"I don't think so." Stepping down the metal arm was his brother's son, shaking his head and grinning. "I think it's time for you to chill out old man." The brat said, smirking as he summoned a blast of snow directly at him, knocking him into the wreckage of his home. "Come on guys, let's get out of here. My friend Coop here has promised to show off his ride and I think it will be good to add it to the base's defenses."
Later (again)…
Numbuh 5 shook her head in disbelief with Numbuh 1 smirking at her and the scene below.
"I told you that Coop was one of us Numbuh 5." He watched Numbuh 4 shout with anger as Coop had defeated him again on their fighting game, which they settled on doing after they had tied on their belching contest had knocked down several houses.
"Numbuh 5 saw it but she doesn't quite believe it." She shook her head back and forth, watching Numbuh 2 and 3 eye Megas again. Coop had promised to show off his bot once he learned that Numbuh 3 had one herself but Numbuh 4 had challenged him to prove he was worthy of entering sector V.
"There are adults who are still kids at heart and they are wonderful allies." Numbuh 1 answered, grin growing as he watched Coop grab another bottle of soda and chugging it down with gusto and unleashing another powerful belch.
Numbuh 5 nodded her head, watching Coop look like a mirror image of Numbuh 4, tongue sticking out as they mashed the buttons with ridiculous speed. She then blinked, turning her head to her friend and leader. "Say, where did you get that freezing power?"
7.5 (Mr. Egret; wildrook): [Disney] / [Goof Troop/Goofy Movie]
Mickey ran through the mean streets of Toontown, with hell at his heels. No matter how he tried to shake them, whether by dodging into side streets, vaulting over walls, or grinding along railings, they were never far. He could hear the shrieking, and the sound chilled him to the core.
"EEEEEEEEEEEE MICKEY YOU'RE SO CUUUUUUUUUUUTE!"
"I WANNA HUG HIM AND CUDDLE HIM AND NEVER LET HIM GO!"
"NO WAY! HE'S MY HUSBANDO! MICKEEEEEEEEEY! MARRY MEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Mickey took a sharp left, and his eyes lit up as he saw the spotlights of the House of Mouse. "There!"
He took off in a dead sprint, and the fangirls swarmed after him like so many locusts. Mickey was fast, and he knew it, but the mob had been chasing him ever since he Woke Up, and he was running on fumes. Slowly, inch by inch, they started to gain ground on him.
Mickey's chest burned with the exertion he was placing on his lungs, and he could feel his legs slowly growing weaker and weaker, but he knew that if he let the fangirls catch up, unspeakable things would happen to his person. I can't give in now! But I'm so tired… I don't know if I can go on...The doors of the House of Mouse swung open, and a plunger tied to some fishing line sailed through the air, before attaching itself to Mickey's head. Before Mickey knew what was happening, he was pulled right into the House of Mouse, and the doors were slammed shut in the mob's faces.
The fangirl horde slowly came to a halt, before milling about confusedly. "Umm… what are we doing here?" one girl asked.
"I don't know. All I remember is seeing Mickey passing by the convention area, and now we're here..."
The mob eventually broke up, as the girls dispersed in different directions, still utterly confused as to what came over them.
Mickey pulled the plunger off of his head. "Thanks for the assist, Minnie."
"Anytime. Now, why were you being chased by all those girls?"
Mickey sat down at one of the tables to catch his breath. "I don't know. I was just walking down the street after I Woke Up, when I noticed some of those girls following me. I tried to shake them, and ran into some anime convention. Every single female attendee started chasing me, and I've been dodging them ever since!"
Minnie put the fishing rod away, and walked over to Mickey. "So, this happened out of the blue?"
"As far as I can tell, yeah."
Minnie thought to herself for a few seconds, then pulled her holy symbol out of her subspace pocket. "Here, let me try something."
She muttered a quick prayer to Yggdrasil, then held the holy symbol out in front of her like a divining rod. Incongruously, it started beeping like a metal detector, with the beeps increasing in intensity as she ran it over Mickey. After a few seconds, she put the holy symbol away, with a pursed look on her face.
"Well? What is it, Mins?" Mickey asked worriedly.
Minnie delicately clasped her hands together. "You've been cursed, Mickey."
"What?!"
"Yep. High-level enchantment, designed to make any female not already romantically inclined towards you to fall madly in love (or lust) with you on sight. From the looks of it, it could be either the Negi Springfield Curse or the Red-String Hex. Either way, I can't break it on my own."
Mickey gulped. He had heard of both curses, and neither of them were pleasant. "Walt on high... How are we going to do the show tonight? I can't act as MC if half the audience is going to mob me the second I walk on stage!"
Minnie thought to herself for a minute. "If I remember correctly, both of those curses can be broken if the victim gets married to his or her significant other in full view of the women under the curse. We can head over to the town hall, get a secretary or something to look at you, then sign a marriage certificate. That should do it."
Mickey looked uneasily at the door. "We're going to need some way to delay Pete before the show starts; Scrooge isn't Awake, so we'll have to stick to the contract for a few more weeks."
Minnie smiled. "Oh, I'll think of something."
Pete looked at the House of Mouse in disbelief. "What the devil?"
The entire nightclub had been sealed inside an absolutely massive mound of Jell-O. Lime-flavored Jell-O. Several of the guests were talking happily among themselves as they alternately bounced off of it, ate it, and swam through it like so many porpoises.
Looking for a way in, Pete examined every inch of the gargantuan confection, poking and prodding it in search of a weak point that he could tunnel through. "If that little pipsqueak and his girlfriend are behind this… Huh?"
There was an envelope addressed to him lying on the ground in front of the section of Jell-O blocking the front door. He picked it up and opened it to find a note. "What's this, now?"
He ripped it out, and began to read.
Dear Pete,
Sorry about the mess, but we needed to visit City Hall to get a curse lifted, and we didn't want to have our guests be bored in the meantime. Rest assured, your contracts with the staff are still safely within the safe in your office. You might have some trouble getting them back until the Jell-O is cleared away, though. Don't worry, we'll clean it right up when we come back to do the show. Say hello to PJ for us!
Sincerely,
Mickey and Minnie Mouse
Pete crumpled the note in his fist. "They'll pay for this! No one, and I mean no one, makes a fool of me and gets away with it!"
A large blob of Jell-O fell on his head, causing him to curse up a storm while trying to wipe it off his nice white suit.
"SORRY, BOSS!" Goofy yelled from his perch on top of the Jell-O. "Gawrsh, and I thought he liked Jell-O!"
"Maybe he just doesn't like lime?" Max suggested, while practicing his backstroke.
"Maybe. He does strike me as more of a blue raspberry man."
Later…
"So THAT'S where those accursed Spectacles have gone," Scrooge yelled.
7.6 (Jcogginsa): [Avatar: Legend of Korra] / [Beauty and the Beast - no Loopers present]
Mako groaned in frustration.
"Hey, lighten up bro. Could be worse." his brother, Bolin, soothed.
"I should hit you for that pun. And why am I not the candelabra? I'm a firebender!" he asked. Being a clock was annoying.
"You're too stuffy. I'm a romantic." Bolin answered.
Mako sighed again. "Why haven't they undone the curse yet?" he asked, looking out at Asami and a very different Korra dancing to an admittedly nice song.
"I don't think they've checked their loop memories yet. They've been staring into each other's eyes since they woke up."
7.7 (Jcogginsa): [Pirates of the Caribbean] / [LEGO Movie] / [Looney Tunes]
JACK SPARROW SWAGGERS IN!
Jack held his head and groused "Oy, keep it down mate. I'm still hungover."
Of course, Jack was always hungover whenever he woke up, in both senses of the phrase.
"And that's Captain Jack Sparrow to you!"
EMMET FOLLOWS THE INSTRUCTIONS!
"Oh man, this is gonna be so much fun!" said Emmet, who was inexplicably the same size as Jack.
FOGHORN LEGHORN COCKS UP!
"I say, now, i say now, that sounds mighty inappropriate!" The chicken fired back.
I WAS TALKING ABOUT YOUR FIST!
"Suuuuuure you were, mate" Jack slurred "And I've just got a sugar rush."
7.8 (Mr. Egret): [DuckTales] / [Shadowrun]
Scrooge McDuck sat by himself at his private table in the Gluttony section of the club called Dante's Inferno, and spat in the face of the club's tradition of improbable levels of self-indulgence by having a simple dinner of steak, potatoes and peas. Every so often, he would impatiently check his watch. "Blast that confounded dragon! Where is he?"
Right before Scrooge was going to pull out his cell phone and make a very strongly-worded call, a particularly tall, dark and handsome human dressed in a disgustingly elegant tuxedo sat down. Several of the patrons noticed the stranger among their midst sitting with the CEO of McDuck Enterprises, and started whispering animatedly among themselves.
Scrooge snorted. "Took you time, Dunklezahn."
"Sorry for the delay, Scrooge," Dunklezahn replied smoothly. "I had to convince the Secret Service that I didn't need an obvious armed guard for this meeting. If you look closely at the other diners around us, you could probably see a few that you recognize."
He was right; Scrooge counted at least five different agents all gathered around his table. Absolutely disgraceful. In his day, if the agents were at all decent, you wouldn't know they were there until you're being pinned to the floor after being a big enough fool to try to assassinate the President. Not that they would be any help against a sufficiently motivated member of the McDuck clan, but then, not much was.
Bother. He was woolgathering again.
"So, Dunklezahn," Scrooge murmured, "since you're still quite alive, I wager you've found a way around the whole blood magic fiasco?"
"Indeed I did. As it turns out, arranging for a corporate takeover of Aztecnology while they're still at the AA level does the trick. Well, that or sending in a few of the more adventurous Loopers to shut them down."
A young elf waitress suddenly appeared out of nowhere next to the table. "Welcome to Gluttony, Mr. LaCroix. Shall I bring you a menu, or would you prefer your usual meal?"
"Just my usual, if you please," Dunklezahn replied.
"Certainly, sir."
The elf curtsied, and vanished right in front of Scrooge's eyes. He didn't even blink. "Mage waitresses?"
"They're all the rage these days. Most of the larger clubs couldn't even function without them. And speaking of mages, how's your nephew?"
Scrooge thoughtfully sipped his water. "Donald's taking to the Loop well. He's officially employed with McDuck Enterprises, but we didn't bother with any of that SIN hooey."
Dunklezahn raised an elegant eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Yep. With all these Shadowrunners mucking around and trying to infiltrate my HQ for one reason or another, it pays to have some deniable assets on hand, in case things escalate too quickly for normal security to handle. And before you say anything, it was all Donald's idea."
Dunkezahn smiled widely as that. "Heh. Y'know, if I didn't know better, I'd say that you Disney Loopers are a lot more ruthless than you looked."
Before Scrooge could come up with an appropriate reply, a troll wearing a balaclava and sporting some mean-looking cyber-arms and cameras for eyes smashed his way into the room, firing off a gun that half as long as he was tall, and nearly as wide around as his leg. "THIS IS A ROBBERY!" he roared over the resulting commotion. "GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR AND PUT YOUR HANDS OVER YOUR HEAD!"
Most of the patrons in the restaurant complied, prostrating themselves on the ground before the gun-toting menace, and covering their heads with their hands. Several of them were crying.
While the troll covered the exits with his appallingly powerful gun, two other figures, a human female dressed primarily in leathers and straps and an elf male in combat fatigues slipped into the room and began relieving the patrons of their valuables. Incredibly, none of the robbers noticed either Scrooge or Dunklezahn in the slightest. Scrooge looked at Dunklezahn accusingly. "What did you do, you barmy basilisk?"
Dunklezahn's grin practically radiated smugness. "Why Scrooge, whatever makes you think I did something?"
Scrooge snorted. "Oh, don't give me that. We're the only two patrons still sitting at our tables, and those goons look at least somewhat competent. So why aren't they looking at us?"
Dunklezahn raised his hands in defeat, while chuckling. "Alright, alright; lay off the cross-examination already. I set up an aversion field around our table when the troll burst into the room. Right now, all three of those robbers are receiving very subtle but very persistent subconscious orders to ignore us and leave this table alone." He shot the human robber a look and shook his head reproachfully. "Imbeciles didn't even bother to bring a mage with them."
Scrooge got up from his seat, and grabbed his cane. "If we were to purposefully get ourselves involved, would the field break?"
"Most definitely," Dunklezahn replied cheerfully, as he got up as well. His eyes had changed to a noticeable golden color, and his pupils had narrowed to slits.
"Right then. I'll handle the troll; you have your people clear out the other two."
"Feeling confident today, are we? Are you going to blow up his gun by bouncing on it with that cane of yours?"
It was Scrooge's turn to grin. "Hardly. Tell me, have you met Harry Dresden?"
"I ran into him at a party hosted by a bunch of vampires, when I was Replacing some joker named Ferrovax. The man really knows his pop culture, which surprised me. Why?"
"Well, soon after I had begun Looping, I met the lad when I Replaced a gangster named Johnny Marcone, and he was kind enough to show me the basics of magic in his world. Let's just say I picked up a few pointers."
Scrooge pointed his cane at the offending troll, and concentrated. He could feel the magic welling up within his soul, and flowing into the cane, causing several previously unseen runes to flare into life. He pointed the cane at the troll, and muttered, "Frigore."There was a flash of blue light, a sudden blast of warm air, and suddenly the troll was encased in a block of ice. The human and the elf whipped their heads around at Scrooge, who smiled grimly. "Yes, that was me. Now, you have a few options. One-"
"WASTE HIM!"
Scrooge dove behind the table, knocking it over and using it as cover, while bullets whizzed through the air where his head was only seconds before. The elf robber reloaded his pistol, and started to move towards the table. "You're fucking dead, old man..."
Suddenly, one of Dunklezahn's agents posing as a customer grabbed the robber's ankle, and broke it. The robber screamed in pain, and fell to the ground, where two more agents promptly jumped on him and wrestled away his gun.
The human, seeing that the robbery was going south fast, grabbed as much ill-gotten gains as she could carry and made a break for the door, cursing all the way. She had one hand on the doorknob, when there was a "zot", and she collapsed like a house of cards in a stiff breeze.
Dunklezahn massaged his temples while he looked to see if Scrooge was okay. He was a dragon, and a Great Western Dragon at that, but using magic while disguised as a human always gave him a headache. Especially offensive magic, like stunbolts. It was much like focusing a firehose's spray through a funnel. "Well, that was rather unexpected, eh Scrooge?"
Scrooge got back up to his feet, and briskly checked himself for wounds. "Yes, especially since security at this club was supposed to be top-notch. You can bet your bottom dollar that I'll be filing a complaint when I get back home."
"Understandable. Still, nothing like a bit of pre-dinner exercise, to get the appetite up!"
"Oh, go blow it out your ear, you loony lizard."
7.9 (wildrook): [Big Hero 6]
Hiro and Baymax were looking at the Nanobots that they created... then at the remains of the portal in the island.
"Scans detect you feeling hesitation," Baymax replied.
"I know," Hiro replied. "But we've been through this enough times to prevent Tadashi from dying, and I'll admit, I didn't think I'd need you for this early on. But... maybe I can use a different brand of programming for the Nanobots in order to go through defense and rescue."
"It did work to protect Callaghan. You could use them to protect Tadashi and enter the portal?"
"He never gave up on creating you, remember?" He then looked at the trash cans containing them. "Mass production aside, I think we can get through this early... and Baymax... thanks."
"All in my work to be the best Health-Care Companion," Baymax replied. "Flying is one of the few upgrades I believe would work well in this situation."
"And we don't have the debris to worry about this time." He then equipped the neuro-transmitter and put on his helmet as the Nanobots reacted. "Let's go surprise Callaghan."
7.10 (wildrook): [Five Nights at Freddy's] / [Disney]
Mike Schmidt growled.
"Of all the Loops," he muttered, "it HAD to involve working at Disneyland."
And the sad part was the Disney-Themed Underwear was the LEAST of Mike's worries. Instead, it was Five Nights at Treasure Island… meaning that the Disney Animatronics involved took the properties of the mascots HE worked with.
That's when Mike got the phone call.
"Uh, hello?" the recording asked him. "Didn't you get the memo? Treasure Island's closed down."
That's when it stopped.
"Mike, this is Mickey," the voice said. "Don't panic. We're Awake. Someone in the Administration has a sick sense of humor."
That… was Mike's relief. 'Well, this Loop isn't so bad,' he thought.
"Oh, and bring your own pair of underwear next time. That stuff's not exactly safe to wear."
'FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-' Mike thought.
7.11 (Hvulpes): [Frozen]
Anna made sure she and Kristoff were the only ones looping, as her sister had to be unawake for the prank to work, as well as play to baseline no matter how disgusting it was to romance and be romanced by Hans knowing who he was. It was the moment of the argument with her sister about her 'fiance', where her sister's control slipped and she froze the water in the fountain. Everyone was stunned, and were doubly stunned when Anna said, "What's the big deal? Anyone can freeze a fountain, right?"
Everyone, including an unawake Elsa didn't know what to do as Anna continued, "The really tricky stuff is making a living snowman in summer like this."
Using the same ice powers as Elsa, since Anna and Elsa had been switched in many loops which allowed the current redhead to keep the power, she recreated Olaf including a little snow cloud to keep him cool. Olaf started to move as he said, "I'm Olaf and I love warm hugs."
As the Duke of Weasels and the Prince of Backstabbing reacted, her sister was shocked as she spoke, "Anna? How? Aren't you afraid of..."
"Of hurting someone or breaking stuff? Once I experimented with it, learned it was linked to my emotions, it's easy to control. Fear freezes, love thaws."
A look with a hint of betrayal she didn't like on her blond older sister appeared as the queen asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Why do you think I kept asking if you wanted to make a snowman? Especially in summer? Even Arendelle doesn't freeze in summer. Where did you think we would get the snow for the men? I wanted to show you, to share it with you, but you just stayed in your room. Away from me." Anna let the sadness of the event come out, as she looked at her sister as she realized what had happened.
As everyone was stopped by the strangeness, Elsa took a moment and a breathe, smiled as she asked, "Anna, do you want to build a snowman?"
7.1: There should technically be an aftermath to this, but it was never written.
7.2: Ice-forged friends.
7.3: I feel for you, Elsa.
7.4: If any adult belongs in the KND, it's Coop Cooplowski of Megas XLR.
7.5: Making a fool out of Pete is like making a duck out of a duck. (No offense intended to Donald's family.)
7.6: Asami and Korra are one of my favorite couples. Always sweet to see them like this.
7.7: From a prompt by Conceptualist.
7.8: The Loops make for some interesting friendships. And Scrooge has been in The Dresden Files.
7.9: Never give up, guys.
7.10: This fan game exists. Be afraid.
7.11: D'aww…