Now, because there's nothing else to do, here's another chapter.
Things To Remember:
1) I do not own Fangface
2) I do not own any Disney characters
3) Fangface the second owns his OC's, Tracker78 owns her OC, and I own my OC, and we own ourselves.
4) Buckwheat= Timothy, WG= Astrid and FF2= Allen.
5) Anything that happens in this story (romance, death, random things) are completely made up!
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Later that day…
Kasandra, Astrid, Allen, Tracker, Buckwheat, Kite, Edwin, Alyx, and William sat around the studio lounge as the original Fangface cast were on set, re-enacting a new episode (a/n: which would be really cool if it actually happened). Astrid was drawing in her sketchbook, with Alyx watching over her shoulder; Allen, Buckwheat, and William were reading Harry Potter books; Kite and Edwin were looking through their spell-books, trying to figure out how Dark-Al developed his 'ego-erasing' power; and Tracker and Kasandra were looking at some pictures Tracker had drawn of her OC.
"Looks like Astrid isn't the only one with an artistic talent," Kasandra said as she looked at the picture of herself.
Tracker smiled. "You really think that?" she asked.
"Duh! If you can draw this good, then you've got creative skills that would put Jim Davis to shame!"
Tracker blushed. "Thanks."
Alyx looked at Astrid's picture. "What are you drawing, Astrid?" she asked, peering over the author's shoulder.
"Eh, just a picture of me and Allen swinging down a broken bridge while he uses his wand to fend off a bunch of flying monkeys." Astrid replied, showing Alyx her cartoony drawing.
"Oh."
Suddenly, the doors flew open and Mickey Mouse ran in, out of breath. "Either Mickey's been hitting the gym too often, or something's wrong," Edwin said, then approached his friend. "What's going on, Mickey?"
"All the Disney villains have (pant pant) disappeared!" Mickey replied.
"All of them?"
"All of them! From Pete all the way down to Dr. Facilier!"
"Oh, buggah," Tracker said.
"But… how can this be?" Allen asked, confused. "We defeated Dark-Al and Nether-Girl…"
"And I know Jennifer all-too well to know that she wouldn't try to kidnap a bunch of Disney villains," Astrid said. "Heck, she's more likely to take their side than to kidnap them!"
"Well, we've got to-" Kite began to say, but he paused. "Astrid. Say that again."
"What? About Jennifer kidnapping the villains?"
"No… About her joining them!"
"She wouldn't! …Would she?" Mickey gasped.
"Dude, it's my older SISTER- the only one who would do ANYTHING to make sure I grow up to be… (ugh) mature and lady-like…" Astrid said, taking distaste in her sentence.
"Hold it… She said she wanted to get rid of Fangface to make you- um, that." William said. "Why would she team up with a bunch of Disney villains to get rid of a Cartoon Network character?"
"Maybe she's trying to cause a war between networks?" Kasandra guessed.
"Nah, the ratings competitions already do that," Astrid said. "She must be doing it so she'll have power… But, I agree with William on the 'Disney Villains Going After Fangface' part. I mean, those villains namely want revenge on their foes! In order for her to build an alliance against Fangface, she'd need his enemies!" She then chuckled. "But, I highly doubt that my sister- being an anti-Fangface fan- would EVER-"
Just then, Joe Ruby, Ken Spears, a few security guards, and the rest of the gang burst into the room. "Hurry! Search the ENTIRE studio!" Joe was telling the guards. "They've GOT to be around here, somewhere!"
"What's going on?" Tracker asked.
"Every villain from the show that we've ever faced is missing!" Kim replied.
The others turned and gave Astrid a look. "Okay, so maybe she tends to stoop…" Astrid muttered, rubbing the back of her neck.
Suddenly, a portal opened, and a boy who looked exactly like Allen- but in anime form- stepped through. "I'm looking for Fangface the Second." Sora said.
"Um… Present." Allen said, stepping forward.
"Huh! Wasn't expecting to have a twin… Anyway, come with me. It's time for your training… And from what I've heard, we don't have time to waste."
Allen followed Sora through the portal, while the others went to search for clues on where all the villains- and Jennifer- might be residing.
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Meanwhile, taking a 'short-cut' through the woods to get to the Ruby-Spears Productions studio…
"Some short-cut!" Brielle muttered, following Stalker through a dense briar patch.
"Okay, so we probably took a wrong turn, (grr)" Stalker scoffed. "We still need to keep moving!"
"We've 'took a wrong turn' four hours! We- …Ah, forget it!" Brielle began walking off in a different direction.
"(snarl) Hey! Where are you going?"
"I'm following my own instincts!" She looked up, then pointed at the morning sun. "The sun is rising in the east, and the studios are located somewhere north of these woods. If we go north, we'll reach the studios."
Stalker rolled her eyes. "Fine… We'll go with your little girl-scout instincts."
Brielle pushed a low tree-branch out of her way and released it-
*WHACK!*
-And it hit Stalker in the face. "(snarl) Hey!"
"Sorry!" Brielle said innocently.
Stalker sneered at her. "No you're not…"
As they walked, something rustled in the bushes, but only the she-wolf heard it and turned around, seeing a silhouette duck into the bushes. Instinct kicked in, and Stalker snarled and dove into the bushes-
*TWANG!*
-Only to end up, tangled in a net. "Well, well," A sinister voice said, as Vincent approached her. "It appears I've captured a rare one- the she-wolf cartoonbrid." He took out a knife. "But, just because you can't be killed easily doesn't mean I can't try…"
*BAM!*
Stalker had shoved her arm through the net and punched Vincent in the face, knocking him out. "Here's a life lesson for ya, Vincent…" she said as she used her claws to cut through the net. "No one tries to capture ME and lives to tell the tale!"
"Gah! I'll need the others to get rid of YOU," With that, Vincent threw down a round sphere, and in a puff of red smoke, vanished.
Stalker coughed, waving away the smoke. "Dang it! I get a chance to get revenge on that guy, and he pulls a Jafar-disappearing act on me! …Pfft. All he needs now is an annoying talking parrot…" She ran through the bushes to get back to Brielle, heading north…
…But, she ran all the way north, but didn't see a trace of Brielle anywhere. Brielle? she thought, looking around frantically. "Brielle! Where are you?" She cried out. "Oh, I hope Vincent didn't get her…" She ran quick, not noticing that she ran past a small girl a few feet away from her.
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Back with Brielle…
Brielle walked on, unaware that Stalker had encountered Vincent. She stopped when she saw a clearing, and saw a street. "The city's just beyond that clearing!" she said. "See, Stalker? I told you that we-" She turned around, noticing Stalker wasn't behind her. "Stalker? (Sigh) Great."
She began walking… but a dark-skinned man wearing a black tuxedo, a top-hat with a red-rim around it, and a pair of black shoes, jumped out in front of her. "Well, well, well… You must be WG," he said.
Brielle gasped, recognizing the villain. "Facilier!"
"Ah, that's correct, dear child! I've been sent by your sister to perform a little magic trick…" He then took out a vial and- before she could react- splashed the potion on her. "Alla-ka-ching!"
Suddenly, purple smoke whirled around them, and devious tiki-heads and voodoo-dolls appeared. "Are you READ-AY?" They sang. "Are you READ-AY?"
"Oh, crap…" Brielle muttered. "Look, Facilier- you're a cool villain and all- but you've got the wrong girl! I'm not WG!"
Facilier looked closely at her, smiling. "Exactly," he said, chuckling. "With that spell on you, NO ONE will know who you are! …Not even your friends."
The villain cackled, and the smoke whirled around them, and he disappeared… leaving a few shadow-creatures to entwine Brielle in their grasp! "Augh! Get off me, you shadowy-" A shadow-creature clapped its hand over her mouth.
Suddenly, a light shined on them, and the shadow-creatures disintegrated, freeing Brielle. She looked up, seeing a woman with a beautiful face, long blonde hair, wearing a green dress. "Do not worry, child," The woman said. "I'm an enchantress, and I've come to help you,"
Brielle smiled. "You're the enchantress from Beauty and the Beast! …Gosh, I love that movie… Will you lift whatever spell the Shadow-Man put on me and help me get back to my friends?"
The Enchantress sighed. "I'm afraid I cannot break spells- they must be broken on their own… which is why I'm here." She took out her wand and tapped Brielle. "In order for anyone to recognize you, you must…"
Kiss my true love… kiss my true love… Brielle prayed for silently in her mind.
"…Make a man who has a heart that stopped beating show his love and care for you, and recognize who you really are,"
Brielle arched an eyebrow. "Huh?" she said. "You mean… No true love, or anything?"
The Enchantress laughed. "It is hard for a ten-year-old to find true love at a young age… and you're not into romance, I've heard."
"Ten-year old? I'm 16!"
"Not anymore…" The Enchantress waved her hand, making a mirror appear… showing that Brielle was six years younger, had long hair, and was- believe it or not- shorter.
"Augh!"
"Do not worry. I turned you into a child so that your enemies wouldn't recognize you, and it's the only way to break the spell."
"What? Can't I break the spell while I'm still a teenager?"
"Would you rather be a child or get killed?"
"B-but I'm a cartoonbrid! Cartoonbrids can't be-"
"Nothing is invincible in this world, Brielle- not even cartoons. You shall learn that, soon."
Brielle looked at her, stunned. "What do you mean by that?"
"I cannot say." She began to fade. "…Oh, and before I forget, do NOT tell anyone who you are. If you do, you will die- according to the Shadow-Man's spell, that is."
"What? Wait, don't go!"
But the Enchantress disappeared, leaving Brielle to fend for herself. Sighing, she ran toward town (not seeing that a familiar she-wolf run past her a minute ago, a few feet away) to get help, and hopefully find someone to help her break the spe-
*TWANG!*
Brielle gasped, seeing that she was caught in a lasso and was hanging upside down. Suddenly, a man in a dark cape with the number 13 on it stood before her. Marlow. "Damn!" the werewolf-hunter cursed. "I thought you were a werewolf,"
"Marlow!" Brielle gasped, then tried to punch him, but he grabbed her wrist, squeezing it.
"Who are you?" Marlow eyed her, and that's when she remembered no one could recognize her. "You're not a friend of those Fangsworth wolves, are you?"
"Um… I actually saw your picture in the paper?" It was the only excuse she had.
"Hm. I don't buy that for a minute, but oh well…" he took out a gun. "I can't have you turn me in, anyway…"
*WHAM!*
Someone smashed a rock over Marlow's head. They wore a dark cloak with a hood pulled over their head, were muscular, and wore a scowl on their face. They cut Brielle down and grabbed her hand. "Hurry, this way," they said, and their voice was familiar…
"Hold on," Brielle said, grabbing some rope and tying up Marlow's hands. She then noticed he wasn't wearing his bracelet, then remembered that FF2 had destroyed it, knowing that Marlow didn't deserve to have its power. She then grabbed his guns and knives and threw them. "Now he's powerless AND defenseless."
The figure grabbed her once she was done and began running at an incredibly fast pace. They stopped once they were far enough away from Marlow, and he pulled back his hood, and Brielle recognized him too well. "So, tell me little girl," Lamone said as he knelt down so that their eyes met. "Who are you?"
"My name is Brie-" She paused, remembering the Enchantress' warning. "…Lynn."
Lamone arched an eyebrow. "Brelyn? That's a unique name." He then began circling her. "So tell me, Brelyn… How do you know Marlow?"
"I-I saw his picture in the newspaper, and saw him on the news…" But she could tell from the vampire's gaze that she wasn't convincing him. "(Sigh) And… he went after some friends of mine."
Lamone scoffed. "That's what happens when you hang out with werewolves. …They bring trouble to you." Brielle wanted to punch him, but knew that would be a dumb thing to do, so she just gave him a glare.
Then she realized something. "How do YOU know Marlow?"
Lamone paused, his back turned to her, and he gave her a sharp look over his shoulder. "Lets just say, he and I have a dark past…" He began to walk- or 'slink'- off.
Brielle looked around, knowing that she couldn't remain alone in the woods… and that Lamone was probably the only one who could help her get to the others- and was probably hiding a secret. "Wait! Please don't leave me…"
He looked at her, sneering. "Don't you have a mother to get to?"
She stopped, looking down sadly. "She's dead… My whole family is dead."
Lamone froze, taken by surprise by her statement. "You're an orphan? …Well, what on earth are you doing out here?"
She sighed. "I was searching for help… and got lost." She looked up at him with sad, blue eyes. "Can you help me?"
Lamone sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. "Huh boy, huh boy… No, I can't."
Brielle sneered, then turned away, knowing that the vampire was too careless to help. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her shoulder and she looked up at him.
"But, I know someone who can," He put his hand on her shoulder, guiding her along. "Come along, Brelyn."
She held in a sigh of relief. Well, the good news is that he's probably taking me to the others, she thought. Bad news is, I have no idea how to break the spell… and will probably end up being called 'Brelyn' for the rest of my life.
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A/N: Next to Puggsy, I like giving my own OC a hard time :3 I got the idea for Brielle's alias by combining her name with the name of one of my other OC. Also, if there's any other Disney (or Fangface) villains- or heroes- you'd like to see in this story, please send your request!
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