Author's Note: Welcome, old and new readers! This is my OFFICIAL fanfic for the Buzz Lightyear series~ You can view my artworks in Deviant Art!
Disclaimer: I don't own the BLoSC series or the movie.
Summary: Set before BLoSC The Movie: The Adventure begins. A young woman was reincarnated in the world of Buzz Lightyear show. In order to survive from aliens, Space Rangers and other evil doers, she needs to get stronger by any means necessary. Even if it means joining with Zurg in the whole galaxy domination. She might as well have fun with it along the way. An OC Story.
Chapter 1
Prologue
It was the soft soothing chimes that pulls her mind and the sight of pure white ceiling was making her nauseous until she heard a small gasp from the side.
She turned her head to the side and it was the nurse dressed in pink.
"Thank goodness you're awake, Miss Thibault," the petite woman said with relief, "I will inform the doctor now."
As the nurse exit the room, the bedridden young woman look around the room. It was filled with flowers and get-well presents, making it more tolerable from the dullness of the plain white room. There, she saw the carillon-like chime instrument hanging by the window side, chiming the same tune that awaken her.
Something white caught her attention and her eyes squinted on the small banner attached to the flowers.
We hope to see you soon, Penelope! Love, mom and dad!
Memories were still fragmented and blurry, thoughts of what happened to her and why was she in the hospital. She wonder herself why her leg felt numb. Looking down, a white cast covered her right leg and holding up by a few mechanical strings.
There was an itching feeling from her back. The moment she tried to move upright, pain course through her from her spine and she swallowed a whine. She quickly lay back down and wait for the pain to subside. For a while, the black dots linger at the edge of her vision as she huffed heavily and closed her eyes to relax herself more.
But this feeling triggered her memories, flashes of scenes combine together to form a big picture and she remembered everything now.
She started her day by waking up to the morning sun, the sunlight lighted up her apartment room. With the hygiene routine done, dressing up in her office suit, she walked out of her room feeling fresh. Amber hair tied in a bun, she got in her Peugeot Coupe car to get the day started on the road.
There was a slight traffic in the intersection, so she turned her car to take the right pathway to avoid the heavy long lines.
HONK! HONK!
From behind, she saw the truck cross over the road blocks and like a rampaging bull it sped up, heading towards her car. There was no time to steer away as the impact put them both off course to one of the mini stores. The chair she was strapped on lurched forward as she crashes her head to the steering wheel, rendering her to unconsciousness.
She recalled seeing grey blur of people crowded around her and flashes of red and blue. In and out from unconsciousness, people were dragging her out from the wreckage and feeling hands on her wrists and face. The sounds of siren blaring were pleasantly tolerable as she dozed off again from the pain.
The door opened and a man dressed in a white coat stepped in along with the same nurse behind him.
The doctor filled her in on what happened when she was in a dreamland. Besides the leg injury, there was a slight deformation from her spine when she arrived at the hospital due to the impact and she had undergone a spinal surgery. That would explain the dull pain coming from her back.
She asked the doctor about the driver and he replied with a grim face. The man behind the truck was late for delivery and law enforcement assume that the driver intended to shortcut his way by going over the blockade line but didn't see her car. When they recovered his body from the wreckage, barely breathing with heavy injuries, they brought him in a rush but he was soon declared dead on arrival.
Such a tragic fate. So she silently prayed for his soul. She knows that what he did was reckless and irresponsible but that doesn't mean to disregard her manners and respect for the dead.
Recovery may take a long time but she is willing to wait to get better.
Almost two months in the hospital, her family and friends were there for her, visiting from time to time.
One day, while she was reading a book given to her by her parents, she heard a small knock on the door and giggles could be heard outside.
Then a young boy in blue and yellow overalls barged in and make way to her bed, full of smiles.
"Auntie! Auntie! I'm back!" the boy said, "Did you miss me?"
Penelope put down her book and ruffle his head, "Yes, I miss you. Even though you just visited yesterday."
Every time her nephew pay a visit, he would tell her the adventures he had with his friends and the toys he brought with him to play while she watches him.
The young boy got his tablet from his backpack, she wondered what he will show her next.
"Look, Auntie! This is the new show I like!"
The table screen played a boy wearing a pink shirt with a star in the middle. There were three women by his side weapons in hand as they fight off with…a giant woman?...somewhere in space.
Not knowing how to react something she doesn't know, she just simply nod and smile, "That's great. What else will you show me?"
While the boy began talking animatedly about it, she thought about a lot of her early memories as a child when good cartoons from the past were great, better than the present.
If only you have watch the cartoons from my time.
Her childhood had its ups and downs, it's only when she comes home after school did she enjoy watching them and it brightens her day. As she grew older, now she understands the so called Adult jokes and felt embarrassed whenever she remembers those episodes.
The thrills and fun gave such joy when she was a kid.
But now, a lot happened since then, the years and time going by ever so quickly and it makes her appreciate what life was before.
With work as her main focus, she miss those shows a lot. It's hardly seen on TV nowadays but life goes on. So now she gets to spend some time with her family. Their jolly chatter, the crazy stories to be told and to see what future holds for her dear nephew.
It was a wonderful bonding moments like this makes her life fulfilling while it lasted.
Months passed in her recovery stage, one afternoon delight turn to horror as she was given the bad news. The condition of her spine was getting worse, the blood clots continued to increase as they blocked the blood vessels to the lung making it impossible to get more air to her body.
She knew that her time has come when the doctor announced that there's nothing to be done.
A decision was made by majority.
The room was filled with all of her loved ones. Both of her parents were clinging onto her right hand, the monitor on the side shows that her heart was beating slowly. It was a good thing that she requested that the kids shouldn't be in her room.
Especially her beloved nephew.
Blessed that young boy for having a good heart.
It's almost hilarious and sad, dying alone as a single woman. But she has no regrets.
She lived a full life and had a wonderful time with everyone.
The monitor sounds were slowly fading and at her last moments, she gave a loving smile to everyone in the room.
Her whole world was covered in darkness.
Only that…it doesn't end there.
The blissful darkness soon turn to a colorful wide vision, putting her mind in over drive from its radiance. She can feel her body floating in a dream-like state with a bunch of colorful balls of lights surrounding her.
Some are in solid form while others expand and eventually dissipating in to a white mist. They were scattered around, hopping to other lights and when she looked down, there was nothing beneath her but an endless dark abyss.
This is not what I imagine the bright light at the end of the tunnel should be.
Was she stuck in some sort of a vacuum of space? If so, then she would have died the second time from air deprivation.
She was glad that her thoughts kept her from panicking of her current situation. But she was slightly afraid and worried that something happened to her ascension to where all the souls go.
Or maybe…A dream…it's probably that I'm dreaming.
Breathing in and out the non-existent air helps calm her nerves. This isn't real. It's only the manifestation of my mind that makes you think that you are in space.
But for some reason her gut feeling rumbles, telling her to go towards this particular purple ball of light nearby. The one that seems to get closer and closer. The urge to touch it grew strong.
I guess I have to follow what my gut says. There's nothing else I can do right now.
This is just a dream that what she was thinking.
Hesitant, she moved or float herself a little bit closer. The moment she did that, the closest balls of light as if a moth to a flame started to suddenly envelop her with its ever vibrant sparkles. As it gets brighter and near blinding, the last thing she saw was the touched of the purple orb and she blacked out.
When her mind came to, she can feel her whole body is inside some sort of a dark compact space.
She could also hear something thumping somewhere from above.
Ba-dump..Ba-dump
Ba-dump..Ba-dump
Is that…the sound of a beating heart? What on earth is going on here?!
Confusion adorn her face but curiosity took over when her arms and legs touching something sticky and wet. To test her mobility, she tried to squirm around, pushing the fleshy wall, but no matter what her actions do, she seem to be stuck in a fetal position.
Now how the heck am I getting out of this position?
As she was thinking of finding ways on how to eventually get out, her thoughts were interrupted when something foreign touched her, specifically where her head was and …
It felt warm and strangely brought a sense of comfort from this weirdly new place she's in. Just for a moment, all of her initial worries and fears melts away.
A calm feeling in her heart starts to grow. She doesn't know why, but it does.
The bliss of comfort didn't last for even a minute when suddenly she got yanked down, at a lost she struggled and tried to grab anything to keep her up but then her entire vision turned a glaring stark white, and in response she immediately closed her eyes.
"It's a girl!" someone yelled at the side.
She shivered from the cold air.
Can someone please shut off those lights! She also wished someone would give her something warm. She attempted to speak but what came out of it instead was a strange wail. That suspiciously sounded like a baby's cry to be exact.
The cry came from her.
She was a baby.
A healthy breathing baby!
The realization of this whole ordeal made her cry harder.
She doesn't believe any of it.
And yet it happened to her.
The thing about life after death was not something that can be explain so easily, even coming from the person who experienced it such as herself.
The distinct hospital smell made her cringe a little and nauseous. It doesn't help her mood at all. So crying is the only option, the ultimate response to her discomfort.
It does sound odd that she, as an adult in mind, should respond that way but it was the new body's instincts to do so.
Until someone rocked her gently and swaddled her in a warm blanket. The sweet fragrance of the blanket helps her breath better and the warmth from the blanket eases her a bit. When her cries echoes softly, her entire vision was so blurry. Looking up at her carrier, all she saw was a pink blob.
She could hear word of "congratulations" muttered around her surroundings. She was exchanged from one pair of hands to another, and there was a cooing sound coming from a male above her.
I must have been held in the crook of someone's arms. But that doesn't explain why this man's arms were cold as steel, even though I'm inside the blanket!
The man carrying her might be the literal kind of man with a cold personality yet not a hint of ill intent. At least that's what her trusty gut is saying.
The chatter around the room faltered when the loud noises of an alarm blared, a strong feminine voice screamed in pain echoed the room and the baby girl belatedly heard someone's footsteps rushing towards the source.
That immediately got her attention. She knew very well on what's going on even if she is partially blind. At this moment, her mother in her second life is dying from a possible blood loss from giving birth.
Her chubby hands tried to break free from the blanket's hold, reaching out to the source of the agonizing scream.
Her holder immediately responded to the dire situation with a very distinct concerned booming voice.
"DOCTOR?! WHAT'S HAPPENING TO HER?!"
That outburst stopped her wiggly arms. That voice!
The man's voice was so familiar to her. His tone was between a human and a robot. There was only one person that she knew who talks like that. She focus her eyes to clearly see the man who was holding her despite the blurriness.
The outline of the horned helmet, red with orange slit eyes, and that grilled green smile.
There was no mistaken it. It definitely belong to a certain Evil Emperor from her childhood show.
Reincarnation is one thing but reborn in her favorite kid show? This baffles her more than being a baby again.
This is the Buzz Lightyear universe.
But the question is. Why is Zurg here?
Suddenly, she was transferred to someone else's arms in a flash and the rush of wind indicating that they left somewhere.
Panic sets in, she tried to voice out but only baby gurgles were heard.
Wait! We can't just leave!
Even though she doesn't know the woman yet, the feeling that is swelling in her chest aches from the cries and screams from her other mother. She struggles, kicked and cry but no one hears her plea.
The new room that they entered was full of moving purple blobs and she was placed in a soft bed. Something click beside her like a flip of a switch and the air changes, lulling her to sleep.
Not again! Don't put…me to…sleep…again…
Before she succumbs to the slumber, she distinctly heard some bits of a conversation around her.
"….. The baby's name is Zyra…. there's activity in her brain…. She is doing fine, My Emperor…..."
She tried to listen further but her mind became sluggish from the sleepiness. The cool darkness embrace her as she fell asleep soundly.
If she had stayed awake for just a few seconds, she would have seen one of the grubs typing on the screen beside her, words written in an alien language that states;
"Memory logged: a healthy baby girl name Zyra, born on August sixth. Place of Birth: Planet Z."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you like it so far. This is an updated prologue (August 12, 2019). Also, Thank you for your reviews and support for this fanfic!
Adieu~
