Author's note:
This story was a request from JBlaser. Hope you enjoy!
Ring! Ring!
Gogo's phone buzzes as she walks down the busy streets of San Fransokyo. So far, the week had seen no crime that the team had to deal with. It was very odd that not even Yama had created some sort of disaster. The team wasn't upset; they enjoyed the nice little break. But the suspense unnerved Gogo, and she kept waiting for something to happen.
She pulls out her phone and eagerly answers it, wondering if the call was about a crime. "Hello?"
"Hey, Gogo!" Fred says a little too loudly over the phone. "Listen, um, can you do me a favor?"
"What?" Gogo asking, adrenaline already starting to build. Was he fighting a villain?
"Could you pick up a noodle burger for me?" Fred asks tentatively.
Gogo stops in her tracks; her adrenaline turning into anger. "You want me to do what?"
"Pick a noodle burger!" Fred says. "I'm grounded and can't leave my house."
Gogo growls. "No. Can't someone else do that?!"
"I tried asking, but they're busy!" Fred wails. "Hiro's stuck with Aunt Cass cleaning and serving in the cafe. Honey Lemon is experimenting in your apartment, and Wasabi is deep cleaning his house."
"The answer is still no," Gogo huffs. "Wasabi's 'deep cleaning?' What kind of an excuse is that? He does that everyday! If Honey Lemon is 'experimenting' in our apartment, I'm very concerned. And why can't you just eat the stinking food in your own fridge?"
"Because it's empty!" Fred wails.
"It can not be empty," Gogo rolls her eyes.
"But Baymax just cleaned out the fridge of everything 'expired,'" Fred says. "Come on! Please? If you're on your way home from school, the Noodleburger Restaurant is just on your way! Please! For a friend?"
Gogo rolls her eyes exaggeratedly and sighs loudly. "Fine," she hisses through gritted teeth. "Just so you'll stop annoying me."
"Great, thank you!" Fred says, and hangs up. "That's how you break Gogo, Mini-max. You annoy her!"
"Annoying Miss Tomago could lead to disastrous results!" the tiny robot exclaims.
"You're probably right, but it's worth the risk!" Fred says, before turning back to his video games.
Gogo rolls her eyes and keeps walking. "Should I even pick it up? I said I would, but I really want to check on Honey Lemons, 'experiments.'"
As she walks down the road, a commotion catches her ear. "That sounds like…" she murmurs to herself as she listens, "Take On Me?"
Around a corner, she sees a duo of dazzling ladies dancing to the music while entertaining the crowd. As they get closer to the jewelry store and break in with panache. The crowd cheers.
"Ugh, High Voltage," Gogo sputters. "Great." She runs into an alleyway and calls her Skymax to her. After transforming into her suit, she skates out into the open. "Dance time's over, High Voltage!"
"Actually, the routine's just started!" Barb says, zapping their boombox. Love Is A Battlefield starts up. The mother-daughter duo zaps Gogo, sending her across the street. Juniper twists her hand to the beat and purses her lips, showing off her newly stolen ring.
"Wrong decade, hippie," Gogo says, getting up. "That's from the 2000s!"
"Wrong term, sweetheart," Barb says, zapping as Gogo skates closer. "They're from the 60s!"
"Whatever!" Gogo shouts, throwing her dics at them. The duo ducks to avoid the sharp yellow projectiles. Gogo tries to kick Juniper with her disc, leaving her open for Barb to attack. The older woman zaps the superhero, throwing her back.
The fighting scatters the crowd watching High Voltage. As they fight, the mother-daughter duo zap the superhero, slowly moving her down the streets.
"Ugh! This isn't working! I need backup!" Gogo growls, and calls Honey Lemon. The phone rings and rings, but the chemist never picks up. "Come on!" Gogo hisses through her teeth. "Pick up!"
Back at their apartment, Honey Lemon was having a dance party while she played around with different chemicals. With her loud pop music playing, her vibrating phone was impossible to hear.
"Oh, all alone?" Juniper says in a baby voice. "Where's the rest of you team?"
Gogo growls and throws her disc at the girl. She steps closer to her mother. The superheroine takes the chance and races towards them. She slides down into the splits and trips the two as they try to escape. Gogo pushes up from the ground and spins around, balancing precariously on her discs. "I've got a couple dance moves of my own."
"Yeah right! You're way too stiff!" Juniper huffs.
"I'm more limber than you, hairspray!" Gogo says punching the daughter in the face.
"Don't touch my baby!" Barb shouts, and zaps Gogo. The speedster is thrown through the door of a salon. All of the customers and employees race out of the building, screaming.
"Come on, Wasabi!" Gogo hisses as she tries calling him.
Back at his house, Wasabi was humming to himself as he scrubbed his already pristine tub, unaware that his phone was ringing downstairs.
"Ugh!" Gogo growls as she calls Hiro. "Hiro! High Voltage was robbing the jewelry store off of Coast Lane! I'm in the salon down the street!"
"I'll be right there," Hiro says, his face determined.
"Oh, no you don't," Aunt Cass says. "There's still mopping and wiping down the counters to do. And I need you to serve the customers. I have an order coming in and haven't had time to bake yet!"
"But—" Hiro protests.
"No buts, more cleaning," Aunt Cass says.
"Sorry, Gogo," Hiro whispers. "My Aunt Cass won't let me go. Can you hang on until we get there?"
"What other choice do I have?" Gogo groans and hangs up. "Surely Fred can come, right?"
"Ahhh!" Fred screams. "Spider! Spider! Spider!"
He jumps up onto his couch, avoiding the tiny little insect that he saw crawling on the floor. "Where did it go?! Mini-max!"
"I do not see the tiny creature of terror!" Mini-max declares.
"Find it!" Fred screeches, completely oblivious to his vibrating phone.
"Come on!" Gogo shouts, and narrowly avoids a zap to the head.
"No friends, huh?" Barb asks.
"Guess I'm dancing solo today," Gogo hisses. She grabs a chair and shoves it towards High Voltage. They topple over it and Gogo tries to pin both of them to the floor. The duo electrocutes Gogo. "Ahh!" she screams.
High Voltage shove her back into one of the salon chairs. With electrical bolts emitted from their hovering orb, they chain her arms and legs to the chair. "You're not going anywhere," Barb smirks.
Gogo grunts, struggling to escape. But the bolts of electricity were impossible for her to escape from. She lets out a short grunt of frustration and scowls at the duo.
"Look at that, Juniper," Barb smiles. "We've just captured the fastest member in Big Hero 6. What should we do with her?"
The two bickered a bit over what to do with their prisoner while Gogo seethes in her electric chains. High Voltage wanted fame and glamor, but no one was watching them. They finally came up with a solution and came to Gogo. "We've decided on what to do with you," Barb snickers.
"We're going to give you a full makeover!" Juniper exclaims.
Gogo blinks in surprise. "A makeover? But…I'm your prisoner! You could do anything to me! You could torture me, steal my suit, anything and a makeover is what you want?!"
"This makeover has many purposes," Barb says. "First off, it's fun. Second, we'll parade you around town to show off our makeup skills and that we can defeat you. Third, we'll finally know your identity and reveal it to the world!"
"Oh, sh—" Gogo starts to say.
"We're going to make you look like us!" Juniper says. "Isn't it sooooo fun!"
"No, not fun! Not fun!" Gogo says, thrashing her head in an attempt to keep them from removing her helmet.
"Oh, hold still, sugarplum," Barb says, ripping off her yellow helmet. Gogo tries to duck her head, but the older lady grabs her chin roughly and studies her face. "Hmph, never seen you before. Ah, well, someone's bound to recognize you when we show you to the world."
"Let's bleach her hair first!" Juniper says, jumping on her toes. "It'll take a while to strip her black hair down to blonde."
"Let's do it!" Barba grins, and the two spin her chair in the direction of the sink. The two begin to get the bleaching supplies.
"Uh, I think God gave me black hair for a reason so maybe you should leave it alone?" Gogo quirks an eyebrow.
"Nonsense! You've got purple streaks," Barb says. "You obviously have been defying God."
Gogo groans as High Voltage pins her head down with electrical wires and begins to spread the bleach evenly throughout her black hair. The superheroine gives up struggling and sits there with a scowl on her face. She was used to having her hair bleached; in fact, she went to the salon they were in regularly to keep up her purple streaks. The tingly feeling of the bleach covered brush against her entire scalp was different, though. Had she been in the hands of someone she trusted, she would've relaxed in the chair. But the strong smell of bleach and loud 80s music playing through High Voltages boombox only ticked her off more.
"We can keep the purple streaks just the way they are," Barb says. "They match ours."
"And maybe we can add some pink streaks in, too!" Juniper grins.
"No, no pink!" Gogo insists.
"Ah, shut up, you'll look wonderful when we're done!" Barb snickers.
Once they're finished, they wrap her hair in aluminum foil and put her head under a heater. "It'll speed up the process," they say. Gogo merely deepens her scowl.
High Voltage moves on to makeup next. First, the duo prepares her face by removing the makeup she was already wearing. "This look is way too subtle," Juniper says. "You need more makeup!"
Gogo blinks her eyes to clear the blurriness from the soapy water. "I prefer a natural look."
After that, they wash, moisturize, and prime her face. "Are these steps necessary?" Gogo groans.
"It helps enhance the makeup stay on longer," Barb informs her.
"Leave it off," the superheroine growls.
Juniper then applies a thick coat of foundation. The liquid and creams mix to feel like a heavy mask on Gogo's face. The young criminal adds a puff of powder to her face. Gogo wrinkles her nose and sneezes. "This is way too much makeup!" she exclaims, hating the unnatural feel of it on her face. Aside from the subtle eyeshadow and occasional concealer, she didn't wear a lot of makeup.
"Nonsense!" Barb laughs. "This is just the beginning!"
The next step was to apply concealer under her eyes. "Looks like you haven't got enough sleep, pomegranate," Barb says.
"My roommate snores!" Gogo protests.
While Barb checked her hair, Juniper patted on some setting powder. "There! Your blemishes are covered up!"
"What did you put on? A mask?" Gogo asks, scrunching up her face. The thick coat of makeup felt heavy.
High Voltage moves on to highlighting and contouring. Barb grabs her face and squishes her cheeks. "You need more definition of your baby face."
"I do not have a baby face!" Gogo growls.
"Yes you do," Barb snickers, brushing blush on her cheeks. Gogo groans, closing her eyes to keep the blush from getting in her eyes. Next, they lined in her eyebrows. "Uhh, that's a little too thick, Juni," Barb giggles.
"Oops!" the young girl laughs. "Oh well, now she looks like an Angrybird!"
Gogo sits in the chair and smolders.
Next, the girls brush on bright cyan eyeshadow all over her eyelid and all the way up to her eyebrow. The powder was brushed on thick and Gogo could feel the soft bristles tickling her eyelids. Barb painted on a lightning bolt beneath her right eye with the same eyeshadow. Gogo rolls her eyes and groans.
The mother-daughter duo each applies a thick coat of liquid eyeliner together. The cold makeup makes Gogo blink her eyes so as not to tear up. Next came the mascara. High Voltage's dancing made Gogo nervous that they would poke her in the eyes.
Lastly, they finish up the look with a large amount of bright pink lipstick. "You look fabulous!" Juniper exclaims.
"I doubt it," Gogo sighs. "Where is my team?!" she wonders.
High Voltage begins to work on styling her newly bleached hair. First, they dyed a couple locks of hair around her face pink, then they use tons of hairspray and tease her short hair upward into a crazy mohawk style. "The bigger your hair, the closer you are to God," Barb says.
To finish off the look, High Voltage pulls out their spray paint cans. When asked about it, they said: "Vandalism." They begin to spray paint a purple lightning bolt along Gogo's front.
"I feel like we're missing something," Barb frowns.
"Leg warmers!" Juniper exclaims.
"Earrings!" Barb exclaims.
"I think you're both wrong," Gogo says.
"Nonsense, you need both!" Barb laughs. The two give the superheroine pink leg warmers and then fret over what to do. "She obviously doesn't wear earrings," Barb says, tilting her head.
"Then we can pierce her ears," Juniper suggests. "They have the supplies over there."
"Good idea!" Barb claps and the two head over to get the supplies.
"No! No earrings! That is a line you cannot cross!" Gogo shouts.
"What are you going to do about it?" Juniper laughs. High Voltage ignores Gogo's protests and clip their huge star earrings onto her ears.
"See? It only pinches a little," Barb coos.
"I'm fine with pain," Gogo hisses. "It's the appearance I'm worried about."
"But you're absolutely fabulous!" Juniper says, twirling the chair around so that Gogo could look in the mirror.
The superheroine merely stares in shock at her new look. Between the blonde, 80s styled hair, the crazy makeup and the purple lightning bolt, Gogo looked like she could make High Voltage a trio. "I don't even know what to say," Gogo says, still staring.
"Ooh! Let's take her outside!" Juniper claps.
"But no one will recognize her after our makeover," Barb frowns. "Her identity won't be found out!"
"And that's how we like it!" Hiro exclaims as Baymax crashes through the door. Big Hero 6 had finally arrived. Honey Lemon throws an insulating chem ball at High Voltages orb before they can react, rendering them powerless.
Fred takes their heads and smashes them together, knocking them out. The mother and daughter fall to the floor, unconscious.
"That could be harmful," Baymax points out.
"Eh, they're fine," Fred sputters.
"Sorry we couldn't make it," Wasabi says, turning to Gogo. "I couldn't hear my pho…"
The team stares in shock at their teammate. No one knows how to react to an 80s style Gogo.
The speedster gets up from her chair and puts her helmet back on with a murderous glare in her eyes. "Not…a…word."