Been a good while since anyone heard from me on here huh? Well, one of my favorite movies came out with a sequel, and probably by the category you are currently in, you probably know what. Our same favorite cast with all new favorites added in. I like the head canon that Moon at least watches over Porsha since her father is in jail for, presumably a long time. Anyway, so here's my rendition of a found family moment between Porsha and Buster.
MAKE SURE TO WATCH THE MOVIE BEFORE READING!
A white and grey arctic wolf's mind twirled in chaos. Her father was an entertainment tycoon, a mogul of Red Shore City, the entertainment capital of the world some call it. He was so adamant of the hold he had on the entertainment industry he would let nothing stand in his way, not even his own daughter. The power had gone to his head and, following a misunderstanding where in Porsha concluded she was fired, her father roared about his image rather than comfort her. His words swirled her mind, forming a cyclone, a howling maelstrom of her father's image.
"Now everyone thinks I have a loser for a daughter." His voice echoed.
In Porsha's own mind, she could only watch her father's image swirl around her.
"Everyone thinks I have a talentless loser for a daughter… loser for a daughter."
She cried out for it to stop in vain, the looming voice simply grew louder to cover hers.
"Talentless loser for a daughter." Her father repeated.
"DADDY PLEASE."
The swirling grew faster, and the calls grew louder. All Porsha could do was cower on the ground and cover her ears.
"Loser for a daughter… loser for a daughter… LOSER FOR A DAUGHTER."
"AAAH!" The young white wolf finally jumped awake, gripping her blanket with a firm grip, almost digging her claws into it. She shook her head, shaking the images of her father out. It was a little difficult, for about two weeks news and tabloid magazine's headlines were about her father's arrest, so she saw his face everywhere. Thankfully the stories started to die down a bit, at least in the mainstream media.
She looked around, half expecting her surroundings to be her room in her father's mansion. Instead, this room was smaller, and bright pink. It had some of her older possessions in it, but mostly new ones. Her rapid breathing slowed as she realized just where she was; Moon's apartment, built right on top of Moon Theater. The tour was on a month-long break before the second leg of the tour. Buster had a storage room next to his apartment for paints and set pieces if the main storage area got full. This, however, quickly became Porsha's new room. It took the gang a bit to convince Buster to just get a storage unit and not simply shove the supplies into the already stuffed main storage. Although Porsha is on the crest of nineteen years old, she didn't want to live by herself, especially in the giant mansion of her father's. Even now she doesn't want to go back, she convinced herself, not even after her father gets out.
It was her first night staying with Buster, for the first week she stayed with Ash and Calloway, but left feeling Ash's small apartment was crowded. Calloway felt more comfortable with Ash as company. She then stayed for a short day and a half at Johnny's, not expecting it to be Johnny, his father and several of his brothers all packed into a garage. Finally, just the day before her room was set up. It was still a little empty, but Moon promised to take her shopping later in the week.
Her short trip down memory lane was interrupted by a good smell that wafted into her nose, and even further so at the sudden knock at the door. She gasped lightly as the gentle, and rhythmic knocking sounded.
"Porsha, I heard a yelp, are you alright?" Buster's voice called.
"Um…" She jostled her mind for a quick lie. "Yeah, just fell out of bed a little, startled me is all."
"Okay, you alright kiddo?"
"Yes, I'm fine, I didn't fall like… um… all the way." Porsha hoped her pausing wasn't setting off one of Moon's many, many alarms.
"Okay, good. Anyways, breakfast is ready."
The wolf stood up from her bed and looked in the mirror. She checked her hair to make sure it wasn't a mess and brushed off her pink pajamas. Suddenly, yet another gasp escaped her mouth when she discovered the fur around her eyes were damp. He nightmare must've made her cry in her sleep. She quickly dried her eyes with a towel before taking a deep breath, she winced and grimaced. Her head was aching, possibly from lack of sleep or tossing and turning. Nonetheless she relaxed and heading down the hall.
The sound of sizzling grew louder and the sweet smell stronger. When she turned to the kitchen, she was quite surprised to see Buster, balancing on a stool, making pancakes.
"Flippedy-doo" he said while tossing the pan back and flipping a pancake. The koala's eyes caught the wolf staring.
"Ah, Porsha there you are, question, do you like blueberries?"
"Um… you're cooking?"
The koala chuckled.
"Yes, why?"
"I-I thought with a person as successful as you you'd have someone else make breakfast and serve it."
"Me? Have a butler? Oh no no no…" Buster shook his head but smiled. "Nana has one who looks so miserable all the time."
Porsha found this very strange, and simply looked at the Koala with bewilderment. Buster stopped himself from pouring more batter into the pan. He turned around and gazed at her, worried.
"Your father never… cooked for you?" He asked sheepishly.
Porsha's ears fell flat against her head. She sighed, letting her shoulders sink down.
"No…" She croaked. "Some strangers always made it and brought it to us on this… stupidly long table."
Confused, Buster raised a brow. "Long table?"
"Yeah, he sat waaay on one end and I on the other, just him and me."
She winced at the image now appearing in her mind. Her father so far away, always doing something while eating. When he did talk it was with associates over the phone or belittling that tiny cat that follows him everywhere. She dug into her head for more memories, quickly realizing something quite startling.
"Now… looking back, I can't recall a time where he looked up at me. It was always him and his stupid show business…"
Buster's heart ached as her voice started to falter. He paid her full attention and listened carefully.
"I always got what I wanted because you know why, like REALLY why? To…" She began to sniff, her emotions beginning to crumble.
"To shut me up! To keep me occupied and out of the way!"
Porsha soon angrilly imitated her father, and poor Buster couldn't tell if she was exaggerating or her impression was true to life.
"OOOO A new phone, that'll keep Porsha occupied. OOO a-a..."
The wolf lost her train of thought and her mind went to something else. Mr. Moon began to feel his stomach twist. Tears began streaming down the wolf's face, matting the fur as it flowed downwards.
"You…" She hiccupped, once, then twice. "You know what he said to me?!"
Suddenly the image of her father once again appeared in her mind. All she could see was his face. She exclaimed, her voice matching his, word for word.
"He said 'Now the whole world things I have a-a TALENTLESS LOSER FOR A DAUGHTERRRrrrr...' " She wailed and fell to her knees. "He yelled at me how much of an em-embarrassment I am and just sent me home."
Her shoulders shuttered as she bawled. I never occurred to her just how much her father was basically never around. Sure they were in the same house, but not once does she remember him talking to her when she's upset. Last time she got sick he had Jerry care for her while he tended to his her whirlwind of emotions, she didn't see the Koala leap off the stool and run to her. His arms were small, but the embrace felt ginormous. She continued to bawl, until her cries became shivers.
"Porsha… I'm so sorry…" Buster was at a loss for words. His own father spent the last years of his life working so Buster could live out his dream. Years of car washing caused his father to develop pneumonia, succumbing shortly after buying the theater. Buster's dad essentially gave his life so his son could be happy. His heart was tearing, a father who paid no mind to their children, despicable Buster thought. It made him sick that Crystal put business over his own blood. Marcus, Johnny's father said he thought he heard Crystal saying something about 'traitor' now wondering if it was Porsha he was talking about.
"I'm so sorry Porsha, I-." Was all Buster could say, he was mortified.
"Why…? He's a monster… just…" She sniffed, her nose had become runny. "Just took me 18 years to see through him…"
"Ugh… If I wasn't so small, I'd tear him a new one." Trying to lighten the mood. "Or Marcus and his gang could rough him up again."
The comment made a light giggle emerge from Porsha, Buster smiled, having completed his mission. He began to rub Porsha's back. Although the koala's hands were tiny compared to her, she still found the gentle back rub she was receiving soothing. Porsha soon relaxed and began to regain her composure.
"Porsha, how about after breakfast you and I just spend the day out. Just you and I, a.. a.."
Buster found himself at a pause, but then with a little confidence boost finished his sentence.
"A Dad and Daughter's Day out, huh?" He finished.
Porsha blinked, then a look of confusion appeared on her face. Did she hear that right? Was her emotions and mind playing tricks on her? She had to clarify, she needed to make sure she wasn't hearing things.
"A what now?"
"A Dad and Daughter Day out, just you and me. We could go to the park and maybe play frisbee, or sit by the canal…"
"Wait, you see me as your…"
The Koala looked up and smiled brightly.
"I see you as a beautiful, young, extremely talented young lady who is chasing her dreams with upmost determination. Someone I would be proud to call my Daught-WAH!"
The next thing Buster knew was that he was being squeezed, and squeezed very tight. He smiled, then grimaced.
"Porsha… Porsha… I need to"
The wolf gasped loudly.
"OH GOSH! I'm so sorry."
Buster gasped for air but kept calling out. "I'm alright, I'm alright."
"Y-you really mean it?" Porsha
"Of course, nothing would make me prouder than you."
Porsha couldn't believe it; something must be off. Something isn't right, she had to make sure.
"OW!" She exclaimed.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Buster jumped on full alert.
Porsha blinked, she didn't know what to be more, embarrassed that she pinched herself, or amazed that this is very real.
"Nothing, I pinched myself." She said.
A moment of silence was broken by the two laughing. Porsha could squeeze Buster again but refrained from doing so with all her power. The two embraced once more.
"I know I can't entirely replace your father, kiddo. But I hope to become the dad you deserve." Buster said.
"The dad I always wanted." Porsha added. "With you, I feel like I belong. I'm right at home."
"So proud of you, kiddo."
"Thanks Dad, Moon, erm…" She playfully sighed. "Oh gosh I can't pick between the two."
"Whatever you want to call me, I'm good with."
"Thank you."
Buster stood up and turned back towards the stove.
"Alrighty how about some delicious…"
Porsha then lowered her ears with Buster's, both coming to a realization.
"They're cold by now, aren't they?"
The Koala awkwardly nodded.
Porsha felt like she was in trouble, she felt ashamed. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry I…"
Buster quickly rebutted, with positivity.
"No no, Don't worry, it's situations like these are why the glorious microwave was invented!" He cheered.
Porsha soon realized she cherished the tiny koala's power of positivity. The young wolf finding herself smiling, as Moon hopped up to grab the pancakes and reheat them. The two sat next to each other at the small table. The wolf noticed the pancakes tasted better than ever before. She felt finally home, she felt like she was part of a real family.
"MMurph Vese are delwishus." She said with her mouth full.
"Porsha."
She gulped down the pancakes. "Oh gosh sorry."
"No worries, just don't want you choking. I'd have to climb up you to do the Heimlich." He joked, keeping a comedic tone to the reminder.
It wasn't too long Porsha swapped her pajamas for her casual outfit. They spent the day together, doing everything Buster had listed. They talked by the canal and walked through the city park. Buster bought ice cream for the both of them. He didn't quite take the height difference into account with the frisbee, nine times out of ten it went flying far above his head, but he enjoyed every second of it, nonetheless. That evening she told Buster of a little plan before the crew gathered for a short touch up practice. Ash, the young porcupine, expected Porsha to be one of the first there, since she literally lives above the theater with Mr. Moon. She wasn't there however. Ash asked where Porsha was and right on cue, she walked down the stairs, with her costume in hand. Buster turned around and looked up from his clipboard with a smirky grin on his face.
"Ah, there's my daughter." He said.
"Hey Dad, sorry I'm late."
And He and Porsha basked in the confused, bewilderment of the rest of the crew.
