In case you're unaware, this is my newly revised Story, based off the Quest that started me off as a writer. Wu Quest. This isn't a repost, or just a story only thread, this is a complete rewrite covering what was found in this Quest and quite a few things it never got to touch on. I love participation, ideas, little jokes and scenes, and this story, hopefully, will be choke full for them from both me, and you.

I still own none of the properties I write about here. I don't claim to, nor do I ever. What I do own is the time I use to write, and any bits thrown towards me help me write for longer, as well as eat while doing so. Available here, is a link to my P A Treon. And if you're looking for something not once a month try here, which is a link to a pool, for those of you looking to commission or just some incentive for me. If these links aren't available, check my profiles! Any of em!

And now that that's done, lets start, this New Beginning.

Chapter 1: Bold Beginnings Part 1

Jack Spicer was many things. A Genius with a capital-G, Richer than You, and if everything went right, Future Ruler of the World. Most importantly for the moment though, he was pretty damn happy.

Why wouldn't he be? Sure, there was the previously mentioned reasons, a list or two somewhere in one of his houses from some brown-noser that was his first piece of admiration mail, even if it was because of his family more than any actual actions, but mostly it was the little things that added to the feeling. A solid sleep, an easy morning with fresh fruit and a perfectly toasted bagel, and a fresh shipment of parts coming in for him to turn into masterpieces of mild to large scale destruction.

Was there any reason he shouldn't put on a shit eating grin and shout out just how he felt?

"Watch out world. Cause JACK SPICER'S COMING FOR YA!" Jack cackled maniacally, thunder and flashes of light sounding out behind him. (Whoever thought an Ambiance Generator was a terrible investment was WRONG!)

"HEY! DWEEB! SHUT UP! SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO CATNAP WHILE WE CAN!" A female voice shouted back from upstairs, immidiately making Jack stop and flinch back, the thunder stopping with an all so appropriate record scratch sound.

Welp, family always had a way of souring his good moods. At this point, it was shockingly easy to forget Kristen was also staying at the Orleans Complex for the last while, spending the last few weeks sleeping, training, nursing hangovers, or some combination of the three. He'd tried getting some actual answers about why she was here specifically, or why she couldn't leave, but you only got to heal claw marks on your face from a cat thrown at your face once before you decided discretion was the better part of valor.

Still, it took more than a rude retort to knock Jack out of his good mood for the moment, much less deeper thoughts about...the Family situation, Jack decided to point everything back towards one of the few places he felt truely at home no matter where he was.

The Lab. Where Imagination met Innovation, or some such. Maybe something nice to get as a welcoming mat, if you ever actually let any but a select few in here.

He walked past transformer cables leading between Tesla coils crackling with untapped electricity and empty chassis awaiting life. Regular concrete swiftly turned to freshly welded metals and computer screens, bringing a new grin to his face, both from seeing the pristine bastion of technology, and more than a little schadenfreude. His parents ruled that he'd keep his Labs in the basement of whatever house or complex they were using at the time, but they never said he couldn't expand the basement into anywhere between two to 20 times what it was before. The glory of loopholes.

As the little vindictive pleasure was swirling through him, it could be forgiven that he completely overlooked the small mail pile beside the side door that had a paper-wrapped container on the top, in favor of what he actually came there to do.

Namely, build some Jackbots based off the cool dream he had last night that set him in such a good mood to begin with.

With a sharp jump into his extra-comfy black chair, the Lab was filled with the sound of clacking keys, robotic arms moving as programmed to place and weld smaller limbs and joints, before capping it off with what would one day be Jack's signature head, containing the vital components to truly make a Jack-bot unique from some bog standard robot.

The new Jackbot solidly stood out from its older model brethren, literally. With a thicker brass and steel coating on top of the chassis, along side the extra-spiked helmet and extendable flails it could deploy between pincer like hands, this was a bot made to take a hit and give back just as well. Or knock down some buildings, whichever needed doing first. For an off the cuff idea, it seemed like a wonderful success.

God, Jack loved being a genius.

Then he looked at the clock in the corner of his screen, and nearly fell out of his chair as he squawked at the time. How the hell had he been working for 17 hours!? He had only...completely designed and made molds for a new kind of Jackbot. Ah. Hmm.

That, unfortunately, checked out. It also seemed to do a wonderful job of ending whatever blackout zone he'd been running on the last while.

"Jackbots...first order. Take me! To bed!" Jack lazily threw out his hand as his eyes drooped. Normally he'd try to stay awake at least long enough to eat something or try and get his second wind, but this was a success, and sleep seemed like such a good idea right now...

The last thing Jack felt before he entered the warm embrace of the Land of Milky Pudding, was the scent of brassy metals and the surprisingly warm claws of his Jackbots.

Felt...like home...

END OF CHAPTER!

And there we go. I was going to make it longer, but this feels like a natural stopping point and allows me to work nicely with the next bits.