'Kay, so far so good. He's a random drabble about ideas and world conquest. A cookie to whoever gets what historical figures I mention in the first few lines.
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Movie-Brat: Good idea, I'll see (I'm not too good on Freddy's charactisation). Thanks for reading!
Clockwork Oracle King: There's no restrictions to where you put it. If intend to use more then one fandom, though (say Fandom A in oneshot one, Fandom B in oneshot two), I'd recommend you put it here. Anyway, thanks for reading!
Cartooniac55: DEATH TO WRITERS BLOCK! :D Thanks for the review.
2/10/10 – Ideas
Most things start with an idea.
Many ideas come in bizarre ways.
It could come from an apple, drooping from a tree. Said apple could land on a man's head and inspire him to write several long-winded theories about how apples fall on heads.
It could come from a war, a really nasty, terrible war. A war to drive a man to bitter vengeance, to drag a continent into the abyss of another.
It could come from something as simple as a computer.
Finbarr Calamitous had a new computer. It was a laptop, a contraption all the way from Japan with many bizarre and high-tech features. The only thing it seemed to lack was solitaire.
As the professor dug through the files for the game without success, he accidentally poured his espresso onto the contraption. Cursing quietly as the computer fizzled out, he opened it up to look at the motherboard.
This was advanced, he noted. The computer's entire processing power, everything it used to function, all of it's intelligence and data – all were fitted into a tiny cube, about the size of a six-side dice.
Calamitous scratched his chin, an idea formulating in his head.
It was time to go out.
The Napoleon Bonaparte Annual World Conquerors Meet was being held not far from Calamitous' lab. The professor could easily find a few…likeminded individuals…to help him with his new scheme.
Dr. Insano was willing to help, which surprised Calamitous. Then again, nobody really knew what went on in his head.
A few other lieutenants were found – Plankton, Monty Burns, Ember, some guy named General Katana – and to these Calamitous explained his ideas.
That night, they broke into the lab of Dr. Robotnik and stole some plans, technical drawings, whatever could be useful. He wouldn't miss them – well, he would, but they'd be long gone when he found out he'd been robbed.
Then, Plankton's own lab, they began their plan.
The media picked it up early the next morning. An anonymous tip informed a local newspaper of a concert by one Ember McLain, to be held in the Dimmsdale Dimmadome on Friday night. This is being her comeback after being missing for nearly a year, the news spread like wildfire around the world. Media coverage was arranged, and a global 'Ember' craze started again.
At the same time, the Chum Bucket started a contest, giving out free tickets to the concert in random meals. It was a successful promotion – sure, the food was terrible, but a free show is a free show.
The Springfield Nuclear Power Plant quickly established itself as the biggest sponsor of the show. Mr. Burns invested millions into the show, attracting great interest…and increased hype. Burns gave multiple and often bombastic press conferences, which were even seen by people with no interest in music.
All this time, General Katana skulked around Calamitous' lab saying incoherent gibberish about something called Zeist.
Friday night quickly came. The concert had sold out quickly and the Dimmadome was full. Despite multiple attempts by Danny Phantom to disrupt the preparations, forcing the Guys in White and M.E.R.F. to establish a perimeter around the area, the first thirty minutes were a success.
About thirty-one minutes into the concert, Dr. Insano joined the maintenance crew under the stage. He delicately attached a small cubical device to a wire extending from the boom box. Giving an insane chuckle, he turned it on.
It was two minutes later when anyone noticed anything wrong. Around the world, millions of people simply stopped what they were doing, stood up and started staring into space.
Their eyes began to glow a blood red as the device took hold of them. All the people at the concert, all the people watching at home, all the people who had visited the Chum Bucket, all the people who had watched Burns' conferences…they began to change.
Calamitous watched the changing people and their panicking friends and onlookers from a hotel balcony overlooking the Retroville Park. He gave a grin, and began to laugh.
The change ended, and two hundred million enslaved robots set to work, rounding up the people around them, engaging the local police with ease.
As chaos washed over the streets, Calamitous finished laughing and took a sip from his espresso. To think, this had all started from a computer and an idea.
About two months later, a war between flesh and steel was ongoing. It seemed like the end of the world…and according to some, it was really, really awesome.
The robots, commanded by Calamitous and his 'league of evil', seemed unstoppable.
Sandy Cheeks was in her lab. She wasn't alone – most of the remaining population of Bikini Bottom were hiding in here while the army and robots fought it out outside.
The squirrel still had no counter for the robots, no way to beat them. They had no equal.
Then it hit her. Equal. Send a thief to catch a thief – send a robot to catch a robot.
An idea came into her head…
I rather enjoy writing in this sort-of disconnected style. What do you think?
Also, the ending is supposed to be open for interpritation. Any ideas on how this would end?