Hey guys! So this is the next chapter of my Lego Movie story - it'll be a little bit longer than the first chapter because it covers more time in the movie. I hope you enjoy!

(Disclaimer - see Chapter 1)

Chapter 2:

Everything is Awesome

Beep. Beep. Beep.

That was my alarm clock, waking me up. My eyes opened, and I was ready for another day.

My hand struggled to turn off the alarm clock, and then I got up completely. I yawned, and then I started talking.

"Good morning, apartment!" I said. "Good morning wall, morning doorway, morning ceiling, good morning floor. Ready to start the day!"

I walked over to my bookshelf and grabbed my instructions booklet.

"Step 1," I read aloud. "Breathe."

That was an easy one. I took a deep breath in, then out. "Okay, got that one down." I went outside for the next step – after eight and a half years of President Business's…well, presidency, I had gotten pretty used to the idea of instructions.

"Step 2: Greet the day, smile, and say GOOD MORNING CITY!" I said at the same time as basically everyone else in the town. I had always felt a little awkward saying something like that, as if the city was a living, breathing thing, but I also had known that I could trust President Business, so if he said that, then I was okay.

"Step 3: Exercise. Alright, jumping jacks, hit 'em!" I said. I counted out three jumping jacks as I did them, and then I said, "I am so pumped up!" Again, it seemed a little weird, but it was life – and who could argue with life?

"Step 4: Shower," I continued. I undressed and got in, making sure to keep the water at regulation temperature and making sure to keep the soap out of my eyes – the latter of which I failed at.

I went through the next three steps really quickly – shave your face, brush your teeth, and comb your hair – but for a second, I couldn't find my instructions book. I went outside to figure it out, but then I remembered – I needed to wear clothes! I ran inside before anyone saw me and tried on a few things before deciding on my construction worker's outfit.

"Step 9: Eat a balanced breakfast with all the special people in your life."

I made my breakfast, but I wasn't sure what to do after that. I usually had some trouble figuring this one out, but for some reason I felt the loneliness more today – so I just grabbed the fern that was in my window and put it on the couch next to me. "Hey Plantie, you want to watch TV today? Me too!" I said.

I turned on the TV – and there was President Business, with what seemed like a live PSA.

"Hello, everybody," he said. "I'm President Business, president of the Octan Corporation and the world. Let's take care to follow the instructions or you'll be put to sleep – and don't forget that Taco Tuesday is coming up! That's the day that everyone in Bricksburg gets a free taco and my love. Have a great day, everybody!"

"You, too, President Business!" I said from my apartment. "Man, he's such a great guy. I love everything he says – wait, did he say put to sleep?"

I probably would've gotten a little more worked up, but then a commercial for that night's episode of Where Are My Pants? came on, and I found myself on the floor laughing.

Once I got myself together, I tried to figure out where I had lost my train of thought, but it was just that – lost. It's not like I really cared at the time, but when I remembered what he had said, a week or so after everything had happened, I was surprised I hadn't put the pieces together sooner. But that was later. I'm trying to tell a story about this one day. So let's not lose this train of thought, too.

I walked outside, and there were all my friends.

"Hey, Joe," I said to one man as I tried to avoid getting impaled by a pole that he was carrying.

"Hey there," he replied.

"Hey, Surfer Dave!" I called to a man a few houses down who I could only describe as the human personification of Crush.

And before I continue, I know you're thinking – how the heck do I know what Finding Nemo is? Well, I'm not eight and a half years old – I've had a life before Business, and I know that more than ever now. It's also how I knew Batman on-sight, but that's later on.

"Hey, bro," Surfer Dave called back.

Then my neighbor, Mrs. Scratchen-Post, walked out with all her cats, and I had a little extra time to say hi to them all, including Fluffy, Fluffy Jr., Fluffy Sr., and Jeff.

I had completed Step 11 – greet your neighbors, so I moved on to Steps 12 and 13 – obey all traffic signs and regulations, and listen to popular music. As I drove away from my house and towards the construction site, I turned on RockTan Radio, which was playing – what else? – "Everything is Awesome."

I made sure to follow the rest of the instructions for the day (park between the lines, always return a compliment, don't forget to smile, always root for the local sports team, drink overpriced coffee), and then I headed to the work site. Once we got the instructions in, we blew up a bunch of the buildings and rebuilt them to make them perfect. All to the tune of "Everything is Awesome."

"Man, I feel so good right now," I said at one point. "I could sing this song for hours!"

Five hours later, we finished the building – and the song. So I was kind of right.

Alright – now this is where it gets interesting.

Frank, Gail, and a few of the other construction workers were heading down to the bar that night, so I was asking them if I could join them when I body-slammed a construction barrier and my instructions went flying.

"I'll be right back over, guys!" I called as I started climbing up the mountain of rubble that my instructions had flown to the top of.

I searched for a little bit until I finally found them. "There you are!" I said, grabbing the booklet. "Now let's get back to Frank and Gail before –"

Suddenly I heard a suspicious whoosh behind me. Because, as you've seen, I'm the expert at narrating my life, I said, "I think I heard a whoosh."

I turned around, and there was a figure in a black hood digging around, looking for something. Looking back on it, I should've left her alone if I wanted to stay the boring guy I used to be, but I decided to spoil the party.

"Hey there!" I called down. "I'm, uh, not sure if you should be here right now." After a quick instruction check, I was able to give the figure a straight answer. "Yeah, you really shouldn't. Work area closes at six, and that doesn't look like official orange. I've been told that if you see anything strange after hours, report it immediately."

I started dialing Frank, my boss. "Well, I guess I'm gonna have to report yyyyyyyyyyyyyy…"

The reason for the stretch of y's up there is that the figure took off its hood.

It was a girl. And she was gorgeous.

She didn't look like anyone I'd ever seen in Bricksburg. She had electric blue eyes, black hair with blue and pink highlights, and a cute partial ponytail. She smiled at me, like I was a good person, the kind of person that people made friends with and ate breakfast together.

Then she squinted at me, like she thought she knew me from somewhere. She turned around, and sped away.

"Wait, don't go!" I called out. "I never got your name – AHHHHHHH!"

I tripped over a loose piece of debris and crashed into the ground. I would've expected to just hit the ground – but instead, I fell straight through, into a tunnel full of twists and turns. At one point, I think I might've blacked out from all the bouncing.

As quickly as I had started falling, I hit the ground. "Ow," I said.

Then my construction hat hit my head. "Ow," I said again.

I looked up to make sure that nothing else was coming down to hit me and make me say ow a third time. Then I stood up.

And what I saw amazed me.

There was a treasure trove of gold and jewels, but that wasn't important. In the middle of the trove was a red thingamajig. It wasn't a red brick – I knew that on-sight – but it felt like it was just as important.

I looked in a circle around me. Where were my instructions? They'd show me what to do in a situation like this. But I couldn't find them anywhere.

"What do I do?" I said to myself.

Touch the piece.

I jumped. Was that the red thingamajig talking to me? Was it really that powerful?

"Okay, if you say so," I said. I wasn't getting out of here anytime soon, so I figured it must be a good idea.

It ended up being a good idea, but not for the reason I'd imagined.

I walked closer, and closer, reaching my hand out. I think I might've stepped on my instructions at one point, but I didn't care. If there was one thing I'd learned from President Business, it was to only do one thing at a time, and not focus on anything else.

My hand reached out and lightly touched the piece – and then, I don't know what happened.

A bunch of sounds and images came to me at once. A girl's voice, saying to protect the Special. An old man, talking about a Special One with face of yellow. A weird man, with sausages for fingers, whose face looked startlingly like President Business. A little girl's voice, mourning for her home. A crazy man yelling something about a spaceship.

And then, one voice stood out. A boy, saying to me, "Now it's your turn to be the hero."

And then everything went black.

Thanks for reading! This one was actually pretty hard to write - it's really difficult to write from Emmet's point of view at the beginning, which is why I had him narrate it from after the events of the movie. It should be a little easier once I get to the later chapters with Emmet.

Feel free to review, but please no negative reviews or cursing. Thanks!