Everyone is born in this world. We are all brought into this world by any means of our standing. We may not ask for it, but our families are not chosen by our own hand. It is a theory given by most that who we are stems from what families we hail from. Those we grow up with reflect the kind of person that we may become.
However, as other theories may suggest, there are some people in this world who are not as keen on the word 'family' as other people lead on. While others families re proud to tell people who they are related to, others do like the idea of being in blood with that lot. We have a word for people like this. Anti-social.
And this is the story of one such individual.
To begin this story, I, the narrator, find it necessary to address the elephant in the room. First of all, what better way to start than at the beginning? Now I'm sure you all know the story of a certain group of characters, and what they do.
But for the one percent of you people reading this story, lemme provide the narration.
Mystery Incorporated. When there is a mystery, when there are spooks amuck in your home, these are the people you call. Fred Jones, the ascot-wearing leader and designated driver. Daphne Blake, that one redhead who is a little too close to Mr. Jones. In every famous group, there has to be that one person who wears glasses. Velma Dinkley is, by far, the biggest brains of the group. Always coming up with clever deductions go help solve any crime that comes their way. Looking for a unique style of sandwich? Look no further than Shaggy Rogers. This lanky, hippie-sounding teenager may run from any ghost or monster the gang would he faced with.
But in every team, there is one who is always seen as a cut above the rest. One member who is the most iconic and most well remembered of the bunch. And this team had one of those members. Scooby-Dooby-Doo, a Great Dane who is great in every sense of the word. He is the loyal companion of Mr. Shaggy Rogers, and would hardly separate from the latter for any reason. The two were the best of friends anyone could find in this world. There is no Restaurant, Fast-food joint, or Food truck in the world where you would not find these two. Everything about these individuals just spelt out famous. From their personalities down to their specific traits, this remarkable team of heroes have gone down in history as some of the most popular gang of teenagers in history.
And this story will be another one of their thrilling, action packed mysteries right? There's bound to be some comedic chase scenes , along with some good old fashioned unmasking here right?
Wrong.
Unfortunately, this is not their story. This is a story about another character. One who has been acquainted with Mystery Inc. in the past. This is someone who was once an official member of the team, but was not as well known as those we know today. Someone who is the least liked out of the bunch.
Our hero is a strange pick. He is, indeed, someone you would never guess would get his own Spinoff fanfiction. After all, Scrappy-Doo has gone down in history as the most hated character of all time. Ah, Cornelius Scrappy-Doo. A small little puppy with the bravery of a bulldog. And because of that annoying bravery, he had received so much hatred, that he had been pushed to the Brink of insanity. The comments rolled in. Complaints were filed. So many fans left the old fan club.
It was with all this backlash, that a once cute and adorable little fella became an unlikable, hegemonic little twerp. He sought out to destroy Mystery Inc. Along with his beloved uncle Scooby. Every bit of care he once had for him was gone, once he became an ugly-looking monster thanks to some Voodoo magic.
With his defeat, it so went that Scrappy-Doo was now seen as a dangerous criminal. He was now a violent, megalomaniacal, sadistic, and overall unpleasant person to know. Even some of the criminals in Stelle Peeve, which was known as the most mysterious prison known to humankind, were apprehensive to entering this place. He was held in the most isolated, darkest cell in the entire establishment. Ever since his little escapade on Spooky Island, the public breathed a sigh of relief. They were pleased to know that the horrible creature who frightened their children would be behind bars forever.
Well, maybe not for much longer.
At the large prison in question, a white Sedan pulled into the parking lot. Inside this vehicle, there was a man. There was already a crowd of people there, jeering loudly. Apparently, there was, in fact, something very big going on this day. The great crowd showed the signs they held, many of them reading "Keep the dog in the doghouse!" or something along those lines.
A man with brown hair, a beard, and what seemed like a white lab coat. In his passenger seat, there was a smaller person with him. She was a teenage girl, obviously his daughter. Unlike her father, she had pure black hair. She wore a red jacket, blue jeans, and grey sneakers as she stared out at the large building.
"Sweetie, I wish you would reconsider this," The father said as he leaned back in his chair. He placed his hand on his forehead and sighed. "I know what you're trying to do, every person should have a dream. I understand that. But this person? Don't you know what he's done?"
The girl turned to him. "I know dad. We watched the news report together, remember? But if I'm ever going to get my project off the ground, I have to do this. Carmody city needs a hero, and it needs a hero now."
"But this person?' Her father questioned. "Maria, your little project has been in development for five years. And you seriously want a criminal like him to be in charge of the streets?"
"Dad please," Maria tried to calm him down. "I have every intention of working with him before I let him even wear the costume. Besides, I have you on speed dial. If there were a time to stop Carmody city's crime sprees, it has to be now. You just have to trust me, dad."
Her father just sat there, thinking for a moment. Silence rang out in the car for almost 20 seconds before Maria's door opened automatically. He turned to his daughter with a worried expression. "If he tries anything, use your phone to contact me immediately."
Maria smiled at her father and nodded. "I will, dad." She then turned towards the entrance of the prison, allowing the many jeers and boos of the people of Carmody City. A city of hard-working people, who had been watching the news for their whole lives. They had dedicated much of their ignorant lives to watching the cartoons on their screens. And they were not at all happy with what was transpiring here today.
After all, how would you feel if a hated criminal was about to be allowed back into society?
Maria walked through the large doors, led by the large chief of police, whose tag read "Wilhelm." The burly man spoke with two of his guards in private, each of them become visibly sweaty and nervous. Wilhelm then turned back to Maria. "They'll take you down."
"Thank you, sir." She nodded. Chief Wilhelm then just walked over to his Telephone. As Maria walked away, she could've sworn he was saying something along the lines of -"need a coroner."
She then followed the two guards as they opened an Elevator for her. Once the doors slid shut, one of them pressed the lowest button on the dashboard. The very bottom floor. The floor was far lower than any basement floor that Maria had ever seen. After what seemed like forever, the elevator finally reached the bottom. The guards opened the doors, revealing a very long hallway, lined with pure white walls. At the very end of it, she could see a solitary door, green and foreboding.
The guards seemed to be sweating so much that Maria could've sworn she could smell it. They led her down the white hallway until, after what Maria could only guess what was ten minutes, they arrived at the door.
"And this is where you're keeping him?" Maria asked the guards, only for her to see that they were now standing behind her. Near the door, there was a hard Plexiglass screen, looking into the dark room. She felt one of them push her nervously towards the glass.
Maria rolled her eyes as she approached the microphone in front of it. She tampered it nervously, cringing at the sound it made before clearing her throat.
"Um, excuse me? Scrappy-Doo?"
There was nothing but silent. The smell of the nervous sweat of her escorts filled her nostrils while nothing filled her ears. She breathed slowly, waiting for a reply. She stared into the shadows of the cell.
"Scrappy-Doo?" She repeated. "I know you're in there. Look, you're probably wondering why I'm here!"
"Oh, I know why you're here."
That voice echoed through the cell as Maria was nearly scared out of her jacket. She anxiously looked around to see if she could find any sign of the prisoner who spoke to her. There was something moving, she could see. Moving towards the light.
"The big chief told me last night what was going on. That some naïve little person out there thinks they can "reform" me. I feel sorry for the suckered who came up with that idea."
Maria furrowed her brow. "That would be me."
There was only five seconds of silence before the voice came again, laughing coldly. "You? A kid? You don't look like you're more than 14 years old!"
"I'm 15."
"Pfft, well excuse me," The small shape was almost into clear light. Before it did, however, the voice came again. "But what kind of weird little fantasy world do you come from? You think you can turn me into one of your perfect little Outstanding citizens?"
"No, actually, I think that you can-"
She was interrupted by the face of a small dog suddenly jumping against the glass, tied up in a straight jacket and yelling "BOO!" As loud as he could. Maria jumped back as she yelled in fright.
Scrappy-Doo grinned mischievously as he mimicked her scream. "You. That's what you sound like right now."
Maria dusted herself off and stood back up. "I'd prefer it if you didn't do that. I can tell that you're getting tired of this life. Life behind bars."
"Technically, it's life behind glass."
"Anyways," Maria interrupted. "The court had agreed to put you on probation in my custody. My dad is a respected scientist in Carmody City, and the people trust him."
"Oh well, good for him." Scrappy rolled his eyes. "But what about you? What's in all of this for you?"
"Glad you asked." She nodded. "You see, I've been working at the city's tech school, and I've come up with a little experiment of mine. And when I say little, I think of you. Besides, if you cooperate, it may just get the police off your back. They might see you as a respected citizen again. So, what do you say?"
Now Scrappy, being as feared as he was in this prison, was not the kind of person who gave good vibes when he was silent. The small dog looked down for a second. He appeared to be considering his options here. It had been five years since his little escapade on Spooky Island went awry. His chance to get back at his uncle and his pathetic friends for leaving him in the desert. He had no regrets for the lives he stepped on for that plan to work. The natives that he had to evict from the Island, just to make that theme park. Under the name Mondavarius.
He folded his arms at this opportunity. He scratched his chin as he predicted how many people could be out there, scathing his name. Booing him into oblivion. Did he care? No. Did he want to get put of prison? Yes, he did. He may have been dishonest about a great many things, but this was not one of them. He did desire to be out in the world again. But did he want to do so under probation? Not exactly his idea. And there was also the question as to what this girl had in mind regarding this experiment of hers. But there was one conclusion that the little felon came to:
What choice did he have?
He finally raised his head and faced her with a wide grin. "What kind of experiment?"
A newswoman stood before the crowd, speaking into her microphone. Amidst the tells and prote3sts, her voice was heard very clearly as the policemen hauled a large crate to the paddy wagon, aided by a teenage girl. The small creature inside the crate was seen shooting something into a tree. Within seconds, a grey squirrel fell out of it, letting out an injured squeak, earning a laugh from the shooter of the rubber band.
"I am Diesel Greta with the latest in Carmody Daily." The newswoman said. "The people of Carmody City are outraged by the passing of the recent bill of rights by the council to rehabilitate one of Stelle Peeve's most dangerous and well-known criminals: one Cornelius Scrappy-Doo. Nephew of famous mystery-solving dog, Scooby-Doo, Scrappy was apprehended by authorities in the great Spooky Island Scandal of 2002. However, in recent court cases, Maria Blainely, daughter of famous scientist, Nathaniel Blainely, has issued a decree to release him into her and her father's care."
She then turned her head towards the wagon and stuck her tongue out before turning back to the camera. "More on the story as it-"
He paused it.
The man watching the program paused it.
The man said back in his chair as he held his hands together. He then reached for his tea and sipped from his cup. He set his cup down as he stared again at the screen on his television. His mustache being cleaned of any tea left in it.
What he was watching seemed to interest him. Aldrich Menson was a man of mystery. He spent much of his meetings in the shadows, spreading a feeling of fear into the hearts of his co-workers. He was the kind of man who kept his desires to himself, except for when he saw it best to share them. In which his best interests would be fulfilled.
Menson had a plan in mind. A plan that would give him his heart's desire. What he wanted since he was a child. But more on that in the future. He grinned as he reached for his telephone. He dialed the number and spoke.
"Ms. Lenoir?"
"Yes director?"
"Assemble the Board members," Menson replied with a smirk. "Operations are now in hand."
Nathaniel Blainely had been on the phone all day. The people down at the CPD were not cooperating with his request. He had held the criminal at his house for less than 15 hours, and he couldn't even get a parole officer. Maria sat there, watching her father pace around, the phone held to his ear.
Scrappy sat there, his paws in the handcuffs. He turned his head to Maria and gave a mischievous smile to her. He heard the trouble in her father's voice as he tried to reason with the prison guards on the phone. Hoping to appeal to them for a parole officer. However, due to the reputation Scrappy had left on them, every guard in Stella Reeve were shaking in their boots. Maria responded to his look with an exaggerated look of her own.
"He looks pretty busy." Scrappy said sarcastically.
"Give him time." Maria said. "In the meantime, why don't we go walk around town? You can get to know everyone here."
Scrappy gave a scoff as he laid back in his chair. "No offense, kid. But these people kind of know me as a criminal. I doubt they'd like to see me walking around town like any citizen."
"Oh come on!" Maria lifted him out of the chair and onto his feet. "I'll be sure and keep an eye on you. Besides, you got handcuffs on. What can you do?"
Being known as a bad guy can be pretty jarring, even after your sentence in jail has been served. People can view you for what you were, and not the person you are. Maria decided that in order for the people of Carmody City to start to warm up to Scrappy, and for people to warm up to him, then it was time for him to get out and meet people. The first stop on her little tour of the city was Danny's Frozen bar. This was a place for the youth of Carmody to come and cool off, rather literally, from the troubles the city had to offer.
But the moment Maria walked through the door with Scrappy, every teen hid in fear of the small dog. The owner, an old man named Reggie, was not the brightest bulb in the box as one would say. Near-sighted and senile, he was always a joy for Maria whenever she came here with her friends. "Hey, Mr. Reggie!"
"Oh, why young Miss Blainely!" Reggie said as he waved blindly. He had been cleaning the counters absentmindedly before addressing her. "What brings you down here today?"
"I'm showing my new friend around town." She said as she presented Scrappy to him.
Reggie leaned forward as he peered at the dog. "Hmm, is he new around here? Cat say I've ever seen him before."
As Scrappy rolled his eyes, an elderly woman came next to Reggie. "Well, hello there, Maria." She said warmly.
"Hi, Mrs. Tammy!" Maria greeted him. "Just introducing my friend to Mr. Reggie."
Scrapy folded his cuffed arms as he awaited a fearful response from Tammy. But her expression was almost the same as Reggie's. Albeit one with better vision. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Doo." She extended her hand to him, which he reluctantly took.
"You know who I am?"
"Everybody knows, dear." Tammy said as she patted Reggie on the back as he still tried to make out who Scrappy was. "But we don't get out very much. Besides, Maria here comes in here a lot while her dad works at the labs. She shares a lot with us, and we know why you've been released into her care."
Scrappy tilted his head as he looked up at Maria. "Uh, yeah, why was I_"
"So," Reggie interrupted, turning his gaze towards the side of the store, mistaking it to be where Maria and Scrappy were. "What'll it be, dear?"
"Two Frosty specials please!" Maria said cheerfully. She giggled a little bit as Tammy turned his head back towards the two.
"Right away, dears." Tammy said with a happy smile as she guided Reggie back into the kitchen. "Just find yourselves a seat, and we'll hand them right out."
Maria chuckled as she watched them. "Mr. and Mrs. Pavall. They've owned this place for 15 years. Come on, let's find a table."
She led him over to a nearby table for two. There were two teenagers shaking on the floor under the table as they walked over. Scrappy looked at one of them before sitting down. "Is this seat taken?" The teen and his friend quickly got up and ran out of the store with a yell. Scrappy shrugged and sat down.
Soon, Tammy came out with their orders. The Frosty special was two scoops of Strawberry Ice Cream, three Vanilla, three cherries, and Caramel syrup on top.
"Thank you, Mrs. Tammy." Maria then used her wallet to pay for the meal as the elderly took it generously and walked back to the kitchen. She then turned back to Scrappy. "So, let's get down to business. I see potential in you, Scrappy. I really do."
"Potentially for what?' Scrappy asked as he put a scoop into his mouth.
"For becoming something better." Maria answered. "Something better than a hardened criminal. Someone people can look up to, to give them hope."
"Hope?"
"Yes." Maria sighed, taking a break from eating. "Carmody City isn't exactly the easiest place to live. There are criminals around every corner. Mr. and Mrs. Pavall needed that money, they get robbed every Tuesday."
"Well, why doesn't the police do something?" Scrappy asked.
"They can't." Maria shook her head. "Not all bad guys are just normal bank robbers. Most of them are supervillains. They have high-tech and powers that the police are powerless against. And most of the bank robbers are too elusive to catch."
"Ok ok, I see what you're saying, now." Scrappy waved his hands. "But what does all this have to do with me?"
"Well, like I said, Scrappy," Maria explained. "This is a good chance for you to get in good with society again. And I've looked up everything about you."
"What?"
"Jiggle has a lot of information on anyone who leaves a mark on the world." Maria grinned. "Anyways, that's what I know, Scrappy. What I know is, how crime-solving goes for your uncle. Is there anything you learned from that?"
"Well…" Scrappy shrugged as he wiped some ice cream from his chin. "I learned how to fit a four-foot-long sandwich into my mouth." He chuckled. "Nah, most of the detective stuff, I learned from like Fred or Velma. Dusting fingerprints, searching for clues."
"That's good!" Maria nodded eagerly. "Someone who can follow the trail of some thief who steals from the museum. Of course, you also might have used some of that during your Spooky Island misadventure, right?"
Scrappy pinched his temple and sighed, shaking his head. "Had to bring that one up, didn't you? Yeah, I did. The whole Mondavarius disguise was something I learned from the guys they busted. Yup, even got the getting caught thing down pat." He scratched his chin as he looked down at what was left of his meal.
"Hmm, but I see what you're getting at. Fighting bad guys, solving mysteries. Everyone loves when it when my uncle Scooby does it. You may be onto something, kid. But if I'll be fighting supervillains, won't I need, like, a superhero disguise?"
"Way ahead of you, Scraps." Maria pointed at him. "Once we finish here, I can show you my secret-"
"Nobody move!"
The sound of a gun cocking caught their attention. They looked to see four large men with hockey masks on standing in the door. The hiding teens stayed under their tables and trembled more than when Scrappy first entered the store. The robbers held handguns in their possessions as they approached the counter.
"Alrighty, Lady. Open the register!" The leader said, pointing his gun at the old couple.
"But it's broad daylight!" Reggie raised his hands, looking the wrong way of course. "The deal was you come to our store and take our earnings when it's night!"
The leader and his three cronies laughed hysterically as the old couple looked at them in fear. The leader stopped laughing and looked back at them. "Funny. You think you gots a choice. The police don't even come around here, so we can come in here anytime we want. Now, empty the register."
He snapped his fingers and one of his fellow robbers walked forward with a large burlap sack. Tammy looked at the gun pointed at her near-sighted husband and realized she had no choice. She began to take every stack of money out of the register, putting it in the sack.
"Pleasure doing business with you." The leader laughed as the money was being loaded into the sack.
Now this was not exactly the kind of show anyone wanted to see. Scrappy hid under the table next to Maria as they watched the robbing take place. The small dog was confused with all of the things Maria had put on his plate since being released from prison. His life behind bars had caused him to give up on everyone around him, just as they gave up on him. They all knew who he was, and what he had done. Not many people were happy with the story of his treacherous deeds against Mystery Inc. But then he met these people. The Pavalls knew very well who he was, and they didn't seem to care one bit. They treated him almost as kindly as they did Maria. They were nicer than anyone he had met in a long time. So seeing them get mercilessly taken advantage of for their age was hard to watch.
And that was when he remembered what the leader said: "The police don't even come around here."
"Hey you!"
The robbers turned to look at Scrappy, who glared at them with fists clenched in his cuffs. "Leave those people alone!"
One of the robbers glared down at the puppy and smirked. "You lost, little doggie?"
"No, actually." Scrappy folded his arms. "I'm on tour today. And I gotta say, don't like what I see so far. Just got outta jail, so I've seen chumps like you every day. But it makes me sick to watch you pick on old people. Especially if it's THESE old people. Now why don't you turn around and leave now before things get ugly?"
The robbers laughed loudly before the leader spoke. "What? Uglier than you?"
But it was that little remark that would've sent a guy like Scrappy over his temperamental edge. But the small dog just stood there, cuffs over his paws, and a smile on his face. "Heh. You know, that's actually a good one. I can appreciate a joke just as much as the next guy. So you know what? Go ahead. Keep doing what you're doing. I won't get in your way. But you mind if I show you a little trick?"
"Sure." One of the robbers shrugged. "What's it called?"
"Oh, it's just something I made up." Scrappy shrugged. "It's a little number I like to call… PUPPY POWER!"
Faster than a speeding bullet, Scrappy did a front flip over the robbers and onto the counter. He stood between the four men and their sack. He did a 'bring it' motion for them as they watched him in surprise. "What's the matter, fellas? Too scared to fight a cute, little doggie? And I heard that crime here was the baddest there was."
This seemed to anger the robbers, as two of them lunged towards him. Scrappy held up the sack and threw it over their heads. The robbers watched as the sack was caught by Maria. The black-haired girl held the sack behind her back and replaced it with a look-alike. She then threw it back at Scrappy once the robbers advanced on her.
"See ya, losers!" With that, Scrappy rushed out the door with the sack in his paws.
"Get him!" The four bad guys ran after him into broad daylight. Watching them leave, Maria then held out the real sack of money and gave it to Tammy and Reggie.
"Here you go."
Tammy blinked as she looked at her sack of money. "But, then what does-"
Maria chuckled as she pulled out a device stuck to her wrist. "Never leave home without my multi-purpose super-device."
The four men had been chasing the small anthropomorphic dog through the streets of Carmody. They were dead set on getting back the bag of money that he stole from them. And after they stole it first fair and square.
"Where'd he go?!" The leader asked.
"He went in that alley!" One of his goons said.
Obeying the tipoff of their teammate, the robbers ran into said alley. And sure enough, there it was. The sack of their fairly stolen money, sitting there on the ground. That wasn't so hard. Stupid little dog probably came to his senses and dropped it before he could get into any trouble. Ah well, no harm done. Everyone has to learn sometime, right?
With that thought going on in their minds, the robbers darted towards the money and opened the sack eagerly. They laughed greedily as they stared at all those dollar bills. They rubbed their hands greedily as they were about to run away with their fee. But then, they took a really good look at the money.
The face of that little girl, sticking her tongue at them.
They've been duped!
"Hands in the air!"
The red and blue lights and the brief siren was enough to cause them to jump in fright. They turned to the entrance of the alley to see several police officers standing there. Among them was the chief of police, who stepped forward with two of his lieutenants.
"Well, well well," The chief said as the robbers pout their hands in the air. "Robbing in broad daylight, eh? Now, you boys have been on Carmody for a long time now. Thought you would've known better by now."
From the other side of the street, the little dog stood with his human friend. That sort of felt good. In fact, it felt REALLY good. He just didn't want to admit it. He watched as the chief and his men loaded the four robbers into their cars. He smiled at seeing how he had led some thieves into an easy capture. Perhaps Maria was correct. If he were ever going to amount to anything in his new life, he had to have a plan. He looked up at Maria.
"So, what were you saying about a secret thing?"
Crime was no stranger in Carmody City. The people always lived in fear of being robbed or hurt by some supervillain. There was quite a collection of names that people feared. Surfer Silver, Queen Cobra, Pievan the terrible, the Garbage Pickers, Green Baron, just to name a few. Each of them was nasty and cruel enough to send shivers down the spine of even the most hardened war hero.
Here in Carmody, crime ran rampant on such a scale, that people were scared to even step outside their doors at the late hours. Nighttime was the perfect time for Carmody's supervillains to take their time with the town and tear apart their home. Even the mayor himself found fear when looking out his window at night. And with the City's Anniversary celebration in just a few months, how could anyone enjoy themselves with villains on the loose?
Well, their troubles were about to get even worse. Because no one could foresee the 13-foot man climbing through the sewer pipes outside of town. He looked out at the large city and grinned, speaking in a deep Russian voice.
"Ah, a new town for Big Bomb. Playtime is on."
Hello all you Scooby-Doo fans. I'm here to introduce you to this new project I've been thinking about for a long time. This is merely a pilot for a whole series that will release eventually to . It's a spinoff of the Scooby-Doo franchise with a touch of some other Hanna-Barbera properties as well. And as for this first chapter of my pilot, I wanted to give some insight on what exactly to expect.
First of all, remember that squirrel Scrappy shot out of the tree when being escorted from prison? Well, he will be one of the main characters of the series coming soon. He will be Scrappy's best friend and is pretty intelligent when it comes to digital devices.
The character Aldrich Menson will DEFINITELY be important to the future plot. The voice I would have for him would be Maurice LaMarche, who you might know for vicing Brain from "Pinky and the Brain." A shadowy villain, but too comical to be purely evil. He also has secret motives that will shock you.
Also, the woman known as Lenoir who he contacted; can you guess who that was?
Finally, the villain revealed coming out of the sewers is known as Big Bomb. He always talks in the third person, and will be the main antagonist of the pilot. He is also a new villain to Carmody. Don't worry, I'll get to introducing some more villains soon enough.
With that being said, leave a comment below. Tell me what you think, what you'd like to see. And be sure to watch for more of this story ad check out my other stories. Thank you, and have a Happy Halloween!