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This oneshot is for JBlaser who had requested this topic.
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It is a really fun idea and I hope you guys enjoy reading it!
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Brrooouwrr
I covered my stomach with my right hand, feeling the movement of it against my palm. I hadn't eaten since noon and now, several hours later, I paid the price for it. It had been a busy day as always. Studies in college were currently murderous since most teachers were trying to get as many grades as possible and I had reached a major point in my project during laboratory time. I was working hard and had lost focus of the time, that it had taken Honey to remind me, that I had agreed earlier this week to take over Hiro's patrol shift this late afternoon. And though, I was annoyed about the fact that I wouldn't be able to even snatch a snack before heading out to get changed and attend my shift, I couldn't blame, nor be mad at him. Every spare minute he could muster he used to visit Hikari in the hospital, sitting at her side while she was still in her comatose state. So, of course, we offered to take over his shifts during visiting hours, and even though he had tried to hide it, we all saw how relieved and thankful he had been. This boy had fallen hard for this girl – whether he knew it or not.
"GoGo, do you copy?"
I almost fell backward from the crate I was sitting on. I was lucky that I had decided to not sit on the edge of this flat roof while observing the street for potential threats and had chosen an empty crate instead.
I touched the side of my helmet to activate my microphone.
"Gosh, Fred! You startled the heck out of me! What is it?" There was silence for a moment before I could hear Fred's voice again.
"I just wanted to let you know that your shift is over and that I'm taking over…" Oh. Well… that was good news. That meant that I was finally able to get something to eat.
"Uhm… thanks. I'll be heading home then. See you tomorrow."
I hopped down from my seat, popping my gum. This had been the only source of nutrition for the past hours and I wasn't happy about it. The faster I got down from that roof and the sooner I got to a take-away restaurant, the happier I would be. I headed the fire ladder through which I had been able to get to this place and climbed the metal rungs down. I ignored the last two and jumped down, my feet making an impact on the hard asphalt. It had been raining the last hour, so the streets were wet, and the lights of the lanterns and the traffic lights got reflected by it.
I checked my surroundings to regain my orientation – and scanned the area for potential dinner options. Unfortunately, there was only the one fast-food chain, Fred seemed to enjoy so much and though I really wasn't feeling like getting a noodle burger, my stomach was so empty by only the thought of it made it grumble again.
I sighed. Fine. Noodle burger it was.
Normally, I would head home first before getting myself something for dinner but for the same reason why I didn't look for a different restaurant, I decided to get my food now so that I wouldn't need to head out again – I wasn't having the patience and the nerve to wait for much longer for something to eat.
Entering the building, I could already hear the buzzing of this place. Parents who had decided to dine out today brought their children with them and they were screaming and yelling and screaming and yelling. Okay, I would get my food and take it home. I surely wasn't in the mood to deal with little kids today, especially since they were eying me, probably recognizing me due to my suit. One of them was even pulling the sleeve of his mother to get her attention only to point with his ketchup finger at me. No, I would surely not stay here.
I ignored the eyes that were resting on me and headed for the counter instead. I didn't need to check the menu card since most of the stuff tasted the same.
"Welcome to Noodle Burger, what would you like to order?", the guy behind the counter asked and I could clearly see that he didn't feel like working today and had rather preferred to stay at home.
"I'll get the noodle burger with French fries as my side dish and a medium coke." I watched how he typed my order in and looked then at me.
"Any other wishes?" I shook my head. "Okay, that'll be a total of $8,99."
I paid for my food and shortly after, I also received it. Fast food may not be healthy, but it surely was fast. I left the restaurant as fast as possible – I didn't feel like giving autographs and was glad that no one stopped me in my pursuit. I had already been about to take the fastest route to the district in which I was living, when I heard a loud – and how cliché – female screech, and I turned my head only to see a blue orb hovering above a pair of women who had just blown up an ATM. I sighed deeply. I knew that my food would get cold by the time I dealt with them. But Fred was nowhere close and I couldn't let them get away.
I touched my helmet to activate my microphone.
"Fred, High Voltage made an appearance in front of Noodle Burger." I started running to the two blonde women.
"Alright, Fredzilla is on his way."
I rolled my eyes at this but left it uncommented. Instead, I quickened my pace to run at full speed. As soon as I was in their reach, I flung the first thing that was in my grasp at them and unfortunately, that was my dinner, the contents of the bag fell all over Barb. I saw how she stopped in her movement and turned around, sharp eyes staring at me.
"Do you know how long it had taken to get my hair to look like that?" I could feel the daggers with which she was piercing me with her glare. Well…whoops…
"Don't worry, mom. I got you.", Juniper said and I've barely managed to dodge one of her lightning bolts. Damn, how I hated that. Normally, I'd be able to escape their attacks more easily but since the hole in my stomach not only distracted me but also caused my balance to be a bit off, it didn't wonder me that she was that close to landing a hit. I heard her growling about the fact that she missed and sent another few bolts in my way but just when I thought that I managed to escape all of them, one of them struck me. Again, something which didn't wonder me. But what did wonder me was the aftermath of her successful hit.
I felt electricity rumble through my suit – I even saw blue sparks emitting from it – before it stiffened, and I noticed with horror that I couldn't move.
Crap.
"Oh, look mom! I think she is stuck! Can we take her with us?" I watched how Juniper turned to her mother, almost jumping up and down while pleading with her.
"Sure, why not? Then I can return the favor." A devilish grin graced the older woman's lips and both of them started approaching me.
"Fred? Can you hear me? Fred? …Shit.", I exclaimed when I heard no response from him and I just glared at the pair. "Stay away, you psychos! Or you will regret it." My voice was nothing more than a hiss but this only caused Barb to laugh and Juniper to smirk wider.
"What are you going to do? Scream for help? You can't even bite us for protection with the helmet on." Barb laughed again while I gritted my teeth. She was right. She turned to look at her daughter. "Would you spray the vision of her helmet? We don't want her to see the way to our hideout."
"Of course, mother.", Juniper replied, getting a spraying can out from a bag. I once again tried to move but I just couldn't. Damn it. As soon as I was out of this situation, I needed to work on this suit and inform Hiro about it. We were in desperate need to protect ourselves from such an attack.
The younger blonde held her hand up, pointing the can in front of me only to start spraying. My world turned black.
I didn't know how much time passed since they had put me in their car and since the ride felt entirely different than when Wasabi was driving his car, I had lost my sense of time. But eventually, we came to a halt and they used their stupid orb to navigate me through the air.
Thud.
My head hit something hard and if I hadn't been wearing my helmet, I knew that I would have gained a concussion from it.
"Ouch! Hey! Be more careful you morons!", I yelled but they just giggled like dumb girls. How I despised them…
Luckily, our little journey didn't take too long since we stopped shortly after the incident. Light and color returned to my world once they ripped my helmet off my head. I blinked several times since my eyes had to adjust to the new situation. I looked around – how good that I still could turn my head. It was a room without any windows, the only light source was the naked light bulb which flooded the area with its warm light. From my point of view, I could see a large bed which had seen better days. But the most obnoxious thing in here must have been the makeup table with loads of beauty products. Not even Honey Lemon possessed that much, and she had a lot.
More I couldn't see.
I looked back at the mother-daughter-duo, quirking one eyebrow.
"Okay, I'm here. So, what now?" They looked at each other at my question.
"She is right. What are we going to do with her now?", Barb asked her daughter and I sighed deeply. Juniper seemed to think about this, to take me with them had been her idea, after all. I could basically see the imaginary light bulb light up above her head. Oh boy… What would happen now?
"I know what! I always wanted a sister! And I'm pretty sure she'll be able to learn our moves. She is pretty agile." I almost choked on air hearing this.
"Wait, what?! You can't be serious?!" But they simply ignored my outbreak. I felt Barb's eyes scanning me and I saw how she was rubbing her chin in thought.
"Yeah, a little makeup and some color on her suit, since we can't get rid of that ugly thing. I think she could fit to our theme."
"And maybe some bleach? Her hair is so dark. We need to light it up a bit."
"Or how about we light it up a lot? This dark hair…, it will take some time until it's bleached light enough."
They were so busy planning my outfit that they didn't notice the horrified face I was making. No way I would allow them to bleach my hair.
"Uhh… No way, I'll allow you to do this! Are you nuts?!" I tried again to get their attention but to no avail. I really hoped I would find a solution before they would come even close with the bleach. No idea how ridiculous I would look with all those colors they were wearing and the bleach? Barb turned around to me, eying my suit.
"We won't be able to sit her down. This could complicate the bleaching process… Oh well. We'll figure something out. Take her to the bathroom."
I heard the buzzing of their stupid orb again and a second later they made me float out of this room and into a bathroom. I didn't know what I had anticipated but though it was obviously outdated, the bathroom was at least clean. I was led right into the bathtub, and I turned my head a little just to see Juniper grinning at her mother.
"See, this works and after we wet her hair, we can let her stand. She isn't tall at all – so, we should be able to work with that." I gritted my teeth. I hated that I couldn't do anything to prevent this but at least they didn't plan on actually harming me.
But just at that thought, I hissed in pain since something hot met my scalp.
"Hey, ouch! At least, check the damn temperature of the water before drowning me with it!" I gave the teen my death glare, but she seemed unfazed by it and simply adjusted the temperature before continuing with her work.
A towel got wrapped around my head – I could only hope for it to be clean – before I was placed on both of my feet again. The lack of food and the sudden movement caused my sight to blur for a second. The moment my sight was normal again and this nauseous feeling had faded, I saw Juniper mixing something in a bowl and by the smell, I could tell that this must be the bleach. I scrunched my nose in disgust. I hated the smell of bleach. Well, I figured that I couldn't do much against it and prayed that she knew what she was doing, though she made the first mistake of wetting my hair.
The towel got removed and as soon as I felt some damp stuff on my head, I knew she had started. By what I felt, since I wasn't standing in front of a mirror, I could tell what she was at least taking sections. I dared to hope that my hair wouldn't look patchy.
"You need to put on more product, otherwise it won't bleach enough!", I heard how Barb threw in this thought from behind me, but her daughter only grunted.
"I know what I'm doing, mom. I always bleach my hair and it turns out fine."
I rolled my eyes about their bickering, ignoring the fact that it was my hair that they could possibly mess up. I needed a plan on how to escape. But with this malfunctioned suit, this task seemed almost impossible. I could only hope that Fred would find a way to get me out.
I would facepalm if I could since I was obviously screwed.
Plastic got wrapped around my head, which pulled me out of my thoughts, and I knew that they were done with bleaching. I could only hope for the best…
"Alright, I set the timer for thirty minutes." Juniper's voice reached my ear.
"Great, come. Let's get something to eat." And the next thing I heard were footsteps leaving me. My stomach growled.
"Hey! I'm hungry, too! You can't just leave me here!" But of course, they ignored me and I sighed. Deeply.
It felt like an eternity but eventually, the thirty minutes ran out and my 'lovely hosts' returned to the bathroom in which I was still waiting. I once again sent death glares at them but, just like before, they didn't bother and simply lifted me back into the air.
"Time to rinse the bleach out." The plastic wrap got taken away from my head and I dreaded to see the result when I hear Juniper sigh. "It's not as bright as I hoped…"
Footsteps came closer and someone – it had to be Barb – lifted a strand of my hair.
"It's fine. I knew it wouldn't bleach that well. Her hair is too dark for that. But it's a beginning. We can always apply more bleach after restocking. We should wash her hair now, though, We don't want to risk any breakage."
I got moved into a horizontal position again and my head almost smacked into the wall as they hovered me back to the bathtub. Bracing myself, I anticipated being burned by the hot water again. But luckily, the temperature was fine, and they made sure that every bit of bleach was washed out. After shampooing – some of it got into my eye – and conditioning, they rinsed my hair again and I hoped that we were done for good. I didn't feel like staying in this position.
My hair wrapped in a towel, they led me back out to the previous room – considering that I saw a bed earlier, I assumed that this was the bedroom. They rubbed then my hair dry and placed me upright again before they began to blow-dry my hair. I closed my eyes to not see the mess it must be in. I decided then to use the time to rest a bit, at least as good as possible while standing. Maybe I could kill some time until my ride back home arrived.
Clunk.
Surprised, I opened my eyes back up and I saw the cans with paint that got placed in front of me. They could not possibly mean to…
"Time for some re-coloring!", Juniper exclaimed, while striking a pose, holding a paintbrush high up into the air before she dipped it into some hot pink color. I just stared at a single paint drip that fell back into the can after she lifted the brush back up. I feared for the worst. Not the first time this evening, I felt frustrated that I couldn't do anything to stop them. That I was forced to watch them do whatever they liked to do with me. And I hated that I was used as a Barbie doll to compensate. What must have gone wrong in either Juniper's or Barb's childhood? Or maybe in both?
"You are doing it wrong! In my opinion, we should use my outfit as a guide since we have to paint her arms as well. So, we should go with purple. Too much pink will just… overwhelm things.", Barb rose her voice and pointed her purple-colored paintbrush at her daughter's chest.
"But I think more pink looks better on her than purple. Especially, after we are done with her. Why do you always have to sabotage my ideas? It was my idea to bring her here and give her a little glow-up. And besides, I have the better taste between us."
I blinked. Even I knew that this statement would cause an argument. And I was right with this thought since Barb gasped, clearly sounding outraged about Juniper's words, and fury was written in her eyes.
"You take this back!"
"And what if I don't want to?" Juniper crossed her arms in front of her chest, brush still in her grasp.
"Then you'll regret this!" And just to prove her point, Barb flung her brush towards the younger one, drops of purple paint flew off and met her face. Juniper's first reaction was to blink. She was obviously busy comprehending what just happened before her facial expression turned into an enraged one.
"You just didn't fling some paint at me, didn't you?", she pressed out between gritted teeth, and before anyone – especially not me – could stop her, she returned the gesture and sent droplets of pink paint to her mother's direction. Barb, of course, wasn't happy at all.
A literal paint-war started between them with paint flying back and forth, gracing them – and unfortunately me – and everything around them with sprinkles of purple and blue. I had to say that how they looked was quite funny.
"Stop, stop, stop!", Barb called out after several minutes of their fight. "We wanted to give her a re-coloring and not us!"
I was disappointed that their little war was over and that they would place their attention back on me. I had hoped that they might forget their task and keep fighting with each other.
"Oh right! How about we shade in some purple on the end of her arms and legs? This could have a cool effect."
"That sounds wonderful! Great idea!" Barb walked around me to concentrate on special parts on my backside while Juniper continued her work in the front. I didn't know how fast Barb was, but her daughter was pretty quick with painting the parts she had decided to be hot pink in her color and shading the lower pieces of my arm and legs in purple. After that, they started by painting the yellow chest and back pieces in black. The paint seemed to be of high quality since it dried quickly, and I watched how Barb was painting a blue lightning bolt across my chest, her tongue stuck in between her lips. I was baffled how they took this whole make-over thing so seriously.
It didn't take long until both were done. I didn't know how the backside looked but if it looked like the front, minus the lightning bolt, then I knew that it was just bad. I looked like an emo clown – with my arms and legs in hot pink and purple while the center was black with an obnoxious blue lightning bolt. Now the only thing that was missing was a red nose.
"I want to do her make-up. You can take care of her hair.", the younger one said, and I saw how displeased the other one was. "Besides, you were always better with doing hairstyles."
Immediately, the expression of her mother changed. "Well… if you put it like that, then I'd be glad to do her hair."
They both left me just to return shortly after, Juniper holding a make-up bag – what Barb was carrying I didn't know but I assumed a brush. Or a comb. I watched how Juniper placed the bag down, beginning to go through her make-up utensils.
"Unfortunately, I don't have the right foundation tone for your skin, so we are skipping this." And with this, she opened a small case, from the color and the size of the brush she was holding I could tell that this was blush and she began coloring my cheeks, defining some regions in my face. I sneezed when her brush tickled my nose. After she was done, she dropped those two items back into the bag, diving right back inside to get the next ones.
Meanwhile, I felt a pulling from a brush at the backside of my head – luckily, I had a hard skull and all that pulling through some hair knots didn't bother me too much. I tried to forget that I was currently held hostage and tried to imagine being in a salon, ignoring the fact that I wouldn't be satisfied with the outcome afterward.
"Close your eyes.", my make-up artist ordered, and sighing deeply, I complied. I hadn't seen the shade of the eyeshadow she had pulled out of her enormous bag but knowing their colors and the fact that I was tainted in hot pink and purple, I knew that it must be at least one of those colors. If I was lucky, she would go with black. For a brief moment, the sensation of the small brush on my eyelids – and scarier, around my eyes – was gone, when suddenly I felt how lipstick got applied. So we were done with eyeshadow. How convenient.
Now, that my make-up was done, I could focus more on Barb and her hairstyling techniques. Or lack of it, since she was pulling and twisting my hair in all directions, probably trying to find the right position for every hair strand. I didn't know how much gel she was using but I was sure that I would be able to tell by the result.
"Stand back. I need to do the finishing touch." Since my eyes were still closed, I didn't know what Barb was meaning by 'finishing touch' but soon after I got engulfed in a cloud of hairspray. I coughed, my lungs begging for fresh air since all I breathed in was that awful stench of hairspray. The muscles of my right arm twitched – an impulse to wave this fog away.
"And we're done!", Juniper exclaimed, and I opened my eyes to look at her, seeing her and her mother glaring at me. She was grinning widely, from one ear to the other. I dreaded the outcome. "Mom, get the mirror. She has to marvel at our creation!"
Barb gave a nod and disappeared out of my sight. It took a little while, but I could hear from her huffing and puffing that the mirror had to be quite heavy.
"The next time, you're getting that darn thing. My back can't handle that."
"Oh, don't wine so much. You are fit enough for this.!
The mirror got placed in front of me and as soon as Barb had stepped aside, I could see their 'glorious' end product.
"Oh…my god." I could only stare at my reflection in utter disbelief. It was just too hard to believe what I was seeing. Like I was staring at a different person. I had known that I would look ridiculous but this… I had no words.
Not that my suit looked trashy and gave me this emo-clown vibe, but now the make-up totally sold that look. It was just too much. My eyes were resting in some neon-blue eyeshadow – the liquid kind which caused the color to pop. I would probably glow in the dark with this shade of color. And then this purple lipstick… not that I hated the color purple, I actually was very fond of it, but the combination of all these colors…
But the worst part was my hair. As I anticipated, I could tell by the style how much gel Barb had used. And it was a lot. I wouldn't know how else my hair managed to stand from all sides of my head – just like I had poked a fork into a plug socket. And then this color… I didn't know what kind of color that was but it was surely not blond. My hair looked so brassy and quite patchy on some points – especially there, where I had colored my hair purple – that I couldn't believe that this was my actual hair. I was even too shocked about it to even get mad.
"We need to take a photo!", Juniper called out, being obviously pleased about how my look turned out. She was probably happy about the fact that it didn't turn out perfect, just to get on my nerves. From the corner of my eye, I saw how she was getting her mobile phone and stepped into my vision. I scowled, not happy about the fact that she wanted to capture my current look for everyone to see.
But she didn't get to proceed with her plan since a loud bang echoed from the walls and the front door got flying across the room. Turning my head, I caught a glimpse of a flying fist returning to its owner. A bright smile tugged at the corners of my lips when I saw Baymax enter, Hiro jumping from his back. The others followed suit. Finally, they arrived!
"Hey, GoGo, are you alright?", Hiro asked, concern tinted in his voice.
"Feeling a little miserable about my appearance but I'm fine. Took you guys quite some time."
"Aw, man! You, idiots, are killing the mood!" Juniper's expression, which had been excited before turned angry and I saw how they were activating their stupid orb.
"Uh-uh. Not this time!" Honey's voice reached my ear and before I could turn my head to look at what she was doing, I already witnessed how High Voltage was captured in a heap of pink goo. The color suited them much better than me, anyway.
"Let's get out of here. The police can handle them." Hiro looked at us.
"I can't move. They fried my suit when their damn globe landed a hit. That's the reason for this whole situation."
"That would explain a lot." Hearing this, I shot a death glare towards Wasabi, who had trouble containing his laugh but choked on it as soon as he met my eyes.
Baymax simply picked me up before we headed outside, and I saw how Honey took my helmet that had been lying carelessly on the floor. I felt ridiculous lying in the robot's arms, so, as soon as we reached the outside, I tried to wiggle to get his attention.
"Okay, I feel like a baby getting carried like this. Could you guys just help me out of the suit? I want to walk on my own." To keep at least a little bit of my dignity. Immediately, the robot placed me back on my feet and I was feeling already a little bit better. Though this feeling got quickly crushed when I saw a flashlight go off and I blinked, looking in the direction it came from. I saw Fred grinning at his phone. My eyes narrowed.
"You. Delete it. Now." Looking up from his screen, a fearful glare met mine before it changed back into his usual expression.
"Oh, come on! Your look is something to be remembered on!"
"No, it isn't! It's worse enough that you guys will probably remember all of this. And that you have to see my damn hair for the next months!"
"Don't worry, GoGo. I'm sure I can fix this. We just need to use a darker hair dye.", Honey chimed on. I flashed her a thankful smile before I returned my death glare towards Fred.
"Alright, alright. But think about Snow. I'm sure she'll be happy to see something uplifting as soon as she wakes up from her coma. Don't you think?"
I clenched my jaw. It was not fair that he brought Hikari into this.
"Fine. But as soon as she has laid her eyes on the picture, you'll delete it! And if I notice that this picture goes viral, you're a dead man, Fred Fredrickson!", I replied through gritted teeth and earned an over-joyed expression from him.
"Of course!"
I sighed. I hoped I wouldn't regret this.
