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Meet My Student: Elsa
The green van labeled as the Mystery Machine rumbled through the streets of the vacant-looking area of the town they occupants were driving through. The main reason for the apparent vacancy had to deal with what the particular location actually was: A high-security, top-secret government facility, disguised as a few old, abandoned office buildings and apartment complexes. Of course, the five members of Mystery Inc normally had no reason to visit nor prior knowledge of anything the government had hidden away.
But this obviously wasn't a normal occasion.
It had started with a strange phone call from an unidentified man (who almost sounded like Agent Smith from The Matrix, according to Fred) that asked for "a Mr. Rogers", indicating Shaggy. Of course, the man didn't reveal a heck of a lot, other than he was a government representative and that his presence was requested. At first, Shaggy and the others thought it may have been a prank call. Perhaps it was Red Herring up to his old schemes again. Or maybe some goon trying to get one up on the renowned paranormal agency, since they had gathered a decent amount of fame from all their crime-busting. So they ignored the call.
Then came the official-looking letters, government seals on everything and formal language throughout, basically implying that Shaggy should appear at the listed location within a certain time frame under penalty of legal measures. Not even Red could be ballsy enough to forge government mail. The gang grew concerned.
Another few days and they were confronted with a small group of men wearing black suits and shades, the typical 'g-men' look. The lead agent (possibly the one that called, as his voice also sounded like the Matrix arch-villain) asked for Shaggy's cooperation, to accompany them for whatever mysterious reason they refused to dispense more knowledge of. That did it. Mystery Inc was cornered. The government actually DID want Shaggy for something…
Which led to the present, the Mystery Machine following an unmarked black van until it parked in a random spot near the buildings. The gang parked behind it and exited, following the suits as they reached a supposedly blocked of entrance. Flashing a keycard at some blank spot of wall next to the sealed entrance, the card was somehow scanned like a bar-code and the 'barricaded' door slid aside, revealing a clean, sterile hallway, as opposed to the run-down exterior. Classic government secrecy…
Mystery Inc was led inside, the entrance quickly sealing itself back up after everyone had entered. Shaggy immediately tried to question the lead agent about what they were there for, but all he got out of 'Agent Smith' was that "all would be explained in moments". Daphne groaned in frustration. "Why wait more when we're already here? It's not like we can spill any big secrets now." she complained. No response from their escorts.
After a few turns and passing many doorways, 'Agent Smith' (who ironically was actually named Smith after all) stopped at a set of double doors. "Before we enter and reveal what brought you here today, I feel I must explain something, Mr. Rogers."
"Like, okay. I don't mean to sound rude or anything, but I, like, would greatly appreciate some answers." Shaggy replied honestly. He wasn't going to be angry about it, but at the same time, he saw no sense in kissing up to these guys.
"Shaggy Rogers, you were actually requested to appear before us. It has to deal with a recent discovery we have found. Attempts to research it have been…slow, at best. Mostly because of its own defiance when we try to pry deeper than we already have. Do not worry. We have not done any lasting damage. But our superiors would like an update as to how it came to be and how we may perhaps replicate the phenomena. Stubborn as it is, it claims to know you specifically and kept asking that you come here and… heh… 'rescue' it. We figured that if we bring you to it, it might be more willing to cooperate." the G-Man explained clinically.
Shaggy and Scooby were bothered the most by the explanation. Mystery Inc did have a couple of unusual acquaintances. Was somebody in trouble? "Like, why are you talking about this discovery as if it's a person? If it is, then it's not an 'it'." Shaggy said in a curt manner. The more he thought about it, the more curious he got to see who was behind those doors… And the more worried he got about this facility's so-called research.
"Relax, Mr. Rogers. I assure you that no one is in any danger here. I suppose we've kept our subject waiting long enough." the agent said as calmly as if Shaggy never tried to correct this statement. The agent turned and unlocked the double doors by pressing a numerical combination on a nearby keypad. A gentle click was heard and the agent pushed one of the doors open invitingly. Mystery Inc almost didn't want to go in, suddenly feeling like they were walking into a trap.
But in they went, Shaggy first, then the others. Lastly, their guide. The room was dark and what they could see was that the room was only as big as a conference room or something similar. The group was hit with a pungent stench, similar to body odor. But before anyone could gripe about the smell, the lights were turned on, causing all five mystery solvers to gasp and backpedal from the sight that greeted them.
Near the opposite wall was a person. At least it looked like she was a person at one point… On numerous displays arranged neatly like a museum display were limbs and body parts, disconnected neatly instead of looking like they were harshly chopped off or something. Two feet, two hands, legs, arms, a torso, and a head. The flesh seemed to have a dirty hue to it. The body was obviously female, if only because of the unclothed torso showing the quite obvious signs of womanhood.
"I apologize for the smell. We haven't had a chance to wash the parts recently. Anyways… Subject 381, wake up. We brought you company." The agent didn't sound too friendly with the apology nor the command. It was like he had previously argued with the 'subject'. Shaggy and Scooby stared at the head on display, a strong sense of familiarity rearing its head. They had seen that head somewhere before… and those body parts. Although Shaggy was sure he hadn't seem those parts so naked, he thought.
Slowly, as if tired, the eyes of the decapitated head opened, causing Shaggy and Scooby to jump backward with a shriek and a "Zoinks!". The head opened her eyes wider, knowing that catchphrase anywhere. "Coach…?" she asked in a raspy voice. "Is that really you? Or is this another trick…? Because I'm not telling them a damn thing…" she coughed out, frowning sourly. Shaggy and Scooby's memories were instantly jogged upon the title she had called Shaggy.
"…Elsa? Like, what the hell happened?!" Shaggy asked, his fright caving under his immediate concern and worry over one of his monster students/friends. "Wait, you know this… uhh…. woman?" Fred asked in surprise, evident that he would have said something else. Corpse? Zombie? Thing? Shaggy nodded, but indicated that Elsa could answer.
"Of course he knows me… He was my Coach at school. My favorite teacher too. Uh… I hope you're not disappointed that I can't give you a hug right now, Coach. I was a lot more put together back then…" Elsa callously joked, in case her sorrow wasn't already evident. Feeling bad, Shaggy gently grabbed the downtrodden head (her usual frizzy Bride Of Frankenstein-esque hairstyle even looked like it had went through the wringer), lifted it off her mantle, and held her up to eye level.
"Are you OK? Like, did they do anything to you besides…this?" Shaggy asked, taking a good look at Elsa's head. There didn't seem to be any major damage…aside from being un-sewn together, of course. Elsa sighed, which was amazing for a head that was detached from its lungs. "Not too bad. Mainly a little poking and prodding. Although it would have been better if they didn't poke around my privates those couple of times!" Elsa said with a stronger voice, her last comment directed more toward the government agent that was still in the room, guarding the exit.
"Merely part of research, Subject 381." was the simple response she got from Agent Smith.
The head quivered in Shaggy's hands. "That's not what a couple of your scientists thought that one time. And I told you before, my name is Elsa! E! L! S! A! How hard is that to remember?!"
"Wait, like, what?!" Shaggy asked, hoping he had heard wrong about the implication that somebody got a little too touchy-feely with Elsa's torso.
"Uh… That was a matter of complete unprofessionalism on the part of our Research and Development team, as I had told Subject 381 ("ELSA! Ugh!") before. The offending scientist has of course been…dealt with." Shaggy grew more uncomfortable with this situation the more he listened to Smith's explanations.
"Like, look, buddy. I don't know what your goal here is. But, like, I'm taking my friend out of here. I'm sorry, but you can't just hold people prisoner like this." Shaggy said, inwardly feeling like he needs about 10 Scooby Snacks.
"Of course we can and we do. We are the US Government. If you take Subject 381 from us, you will earn yourself a lifetime sentence in a federal prison. I should have known bringing you here would be trouble. But you are here and what's done is done. I must ask that you abandon any hope of leaving with your friend. Unless, of course, you don't mind 'moving in' here. Subject 381 could always use a good caretaker to help keep her clean and reasonable." Agent Smith drawled on. Mystery Inc as a whole were not sure whether to be glad or creeped out that the agent didn't throw in a cocky grin for emphasis…
"Like, whoa, man. Let's not get too hasty here. I'm not, like, trying to cause any trouble. But, it's just that… like… well…" he paused, as if trying to think of something. Suddenly, an idea struck. "I'm not sure how you discovered Elsa and caught her, but I know her parents, man. I'm sure they didn't like how their daughter, like, went missing. As her friend and former teacher, I do have a duty to inform them of where she is. And, like, if you remember the stories, Frankenstein and his wife are both pretty tough customers. I don't think I'd wanna be the one to, like, make them angry. Like, just saying…"
The agent scowled. "You wouldn't have the nerve, hippie." he said, dispensing with the professional formality. Shaggy frowned right back, clutching Elsa's head close in a stubborn grip. "Like, you're a kind of lawman, right? If you discovered a kidnapped teenager and she was the daughter of one of your friends, what would you do? Besides, like, what kinda goal are you aiming at anyway?"
"Guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you, as long as you keep your yaps shut about it. Mainly, we were trying to see how she was made, how tough the body is, and how we can utilize such a thing in our military. Of course, we could dispense with the whole 'chopped up' look, but the extremely high endurance of even the body parts individually… Can you imagine soldiers that are impervious to pain?"
Velma interjected before Shaggy could answer. "Yes, but mostly because plenty of pop-culture already utilizes such an idea for plotlines. Captain America, for instance. In reality, that's an idea that might still prove to be merely a pipe dream. Not doubting your agency's research skills, sir, but just being a realist about it. It is a risky proposition, especially when you get to the point of needing soldiers to test your findings out on. Is your agency well-funded to handle the consequences?"
"Money isn't an issue here, Ms. Dinkley." Of course, the agent would already know everyone's names… "As for test subjects, we still aren't close to that level yet, obviously. We've conducted tests and observations. Nothing too strenuous, obviously. But no conclusions as to how to get someone to that point yet."
Elsa snorted. "Pfft… Nothing too strenuous, he says… I've been shot at, had heavy weights placed on top of me, placed in a walk-in freezer, placed in a really hot room, held underwater for a long time, some goon swung a sledgehammer at me… Naturally, I handled all that without much of a problem, but still, some of that kinda hurt. And, of course, there's the fact that they undid all my stitches and refused to put me back together…"
That made Shaggy even angrier. Still nervous about the chance of federal retaliation, but enough was enough. "Like, I'm taking her out of here or her parents will come get her out of here the hard way. Alright? Elsa is not a 'subject' and she's not a guinea pig either!"
"Reah!" Scooby agreed. Then he paused. "Err… Rhat's a rinea rig?"
Agent Smith scowled again. This wasn't going the way he had hoped. It was supposed to be a visit, some chitchat, and done. Then again, the research should have yielded some workable results a while ago. It wasn't like he could arrest them if they left without doing anything and then informed the subject's legendary parents about the situation. The facility had the firepower, but he doubted that the battle would go without some sort of major damage, which would lead to major financial losses.
"Ugh… Alright, Mr. Rogers. Fine. We were behind schedule on the research anyway. You may collect your friend and leave. You meddling kids… Still, I suppose we have something to work with…" Agent Smith said, grumbling as he exited the room in defeat.
"Did we just… beat a government agency with logic and talking?" Daphne asked, starting to feel like she was in a surreal dream.
"I think we did, Daph. Way to go, Shaggy!" Fred answered, clapping a hand on Shaggy's back. The coward flinched at Fred's action, accidentally tossing Elsa's head upward. He quickly caught the head, who glared at him. "Uh… Sorry, Elsa…"
"It's ok. Um… Can we go now, Coach?"
After a half-hour of gathering Elsa's body and getting clearance to leave, the gang was driving off on their journey back home. Shaggy and Scooby sat in the back area of the van, already looking over Elsa's body to figure out how to reassemble the golem girl. It was awkward to examine her torso, especially after witnessing Daphne take said naked, womanly torso from Fred and rambling about how her boyfriend would 'get ideas'. Fred was left scratching his head in confusion. He was just trying to help.
It seemed easy enough to assemble her, at first. Just attach limb to stump and find something to connect them. But his examination (which caused Elsa to blush the more her Coach looked over her body) was interrupted by Daphne. "So, Shaggy… Want to explain why we had to save a… uhh… whatever-she-is from the Government?" Her question was genuinely curious, even if she sounded annoyed by the fact that they narrowly avoided a federal incident.
Shaggy had placed Elsa's head on her torso, which was leaned up on the wall of the van. He had it steady until the van hit a small bump and the torso fell over, the head rolling away, groaning all the way in annoyance. "Sorry, Elsa! Hmm… Like, you guys remember when Scoob and I went off on our own?"
The three other humans nodded. How could they forget the time that Shaggy and Fred butted heads over how they catch monsters. Could Shaggy really be blamed for getting tired of always being the bait?
"Well, like, we had a few adventures while we were gone. One of which was when I answered an ad in a local paper to be a gym teacher for an all-girls school. So we went and….what? What?" he trailed off, noticing the raised eyebrow of Daphne and the smug look on Fred's face in the rear-view mirror.
"An all-GIRLS school, Shaggy?" Daphne asked, her tone indicating imminent danger.
"Don't tell us you went to cruise on chicks, you sly dog." Fred added, chuckling. "You get older but the babes stay the same age, right?"
"Rog? Rhere?" Scooby asked, looking around.
"Guys, c'mon! Like, it wasn't like that!" Shaggy was completely flustered by the accusations. So what if it was an all-girls school? He wasn't a predator. Elsa, her head having been picked up by Velma, snickered.
"Oh, Coach. I think they're just….what's the expression? …Busting your balls." As Elsa spoke, Velma couldn't help but feel strange that she was holding a living decapitated head. Strange, but not scared, as the head proved to be a friendly sort.
"Alright, 'Teach', keep explaining." Daphne giggled. The idea of Shaggy sexually preying on school girls was as impossible as the idea of the Hex Girls switching formats to 'girly-girl pop'. It was just fun to pick on him sometimes.
"Jeez… Like, so we made arrangements and went over to the given address, but there was, like, a certain detail that they failed to mention to me. Like, it was a school for female monsters!"
"Hehe… We scared you good, didn't we? Always happened when a new human first met us." Elsa quipped, smiling fondly at the memory of the young coward's first encounter with her and her best friends. Fond, because of the kind of Coach that Shaggy turned out to be.
"I can imagine." Velma answered as memories of the few times where the monsters they encountered weren't criminals in costume crossed her mind. "Was Shaggy a good teacher?"
"A little jittery, but we got used to that. Or maybe he got used to us. Either way, I really liked him. He was funny and nice. I wish he could have stayed for more than one semester, though." Elsa remembered certain lessons that Shaggy and his dog ended up teaching, such as the dancing lesson when they put on ballerina tutus despite being male.
"Not a long-term job, huh Shaggy?" Fred asked. He had figured as such as Shaggy and Scooby's solo travels weren't too terribly long.
"Oh, he wasn't fired or anything. He was pretty intimidated by the next batch of students that were supposed to join us. So, he left. You should have stayed, Coach. You taught me a lot. Confidence, self-esteem… Ironically, bravery too." answered the head, a warm smile gracing her visage. Daphne and Velma chuckled pleasantly about the irony. "Our coward taught people how to be brave? Wow, Shaggy, you can do anything!" Daphne praised in a way that was a genuine compliment, but had a hint of a taunt.
As Shaggy went crimson under the kudos, Elsa continued. "I believe he can. There was this neighboring school next to ours, a military academy for human boys. They never liked us that much at first, so they would find ways to annoy us. A lot. Our feud was settled with a big game of volleyball. At first, before the game, we didn't think we could stand a chance against them, due to their continued bullying and the athletic prowess they naturally possess from their military-style physical training. But while Shaggy taught us, well… some things happened." she paused, choosing to refrain from recapping their encounter with the evil witch, Revolta. "We ended up learning to believe in our abilities and in each other, thanks to our favorite scaredy-cat. We ended up winning that game. Sweet vindication, at last."
"Like, don't give me all the credit, Elsa…" Shaggy modestly said in a soft voice, still blushing. "You ladies were amazing out there."
"Oh, no. You're not weaseling out of my thanks, Coach. We would have never won if you hadn't inspired us the way you did." If Elsa still had control of her body, she would have playfully slapped the awkward foodie upside the head.
"Wow, Shag. Looks like if you manage to inspire a woman our age to do something great, she might thank you 'personally', if you get what I mean." chuckled Fred, smirking as he drove the Mystery Machine. Velma chuckled as Daphne groaned. Elsa went silent for a minute, a thoughtful look on her face. She suspected that the blond man's innuendo was something sexual, which got her thinking about Shaggy in a way that she occasionally did over the time since he taught, even during her few months in forced captivity.
'I could give him that kind of thanks now… I'm not a student anymore and he did save me again. Maybe… Perhaps a few tests…' she thought as her head was passed back to the man of her hidden affections, the brown-haired woman apparently done examining her. She thought about her situation. Sure, her body had matured a bit, half naturally, half by her own handiwork as she was an artificial creation of flesh and had to do some of the modifications manually. Compared to the busty Winnie or the unnatural beauty of Sibella, Elsa still considered herself… rough in appearance. She contributed it to her father's genetic contributions. But at least her body had developed somewhat, with firm, bodybuilder-like C-cup breasts and womanly curves to go along with being unusually tall and pale.
In any case, there was still the matter of putting herself back together. But at least she had good help on hand. Her thoughts began to trail when Shaggy voiced a question. "Like, what happened to the others anyway, Elsa? Did you all graduate together?"
"Oh! Yes, we did. I think you might be amused at some of the events that happened after, from what I gathered before your species' government found me. Remember the Calloway Cadets I mentioned? Well, a couple of years after you left, they started to notice that we girls were developing into women. None of us appreciated their attempts to butter us up after all that time they spent bullying us previously. But we endured. At least, until graduation. They just up and disappeared after we sent them packing that last time. But after a couple of months, I heard what had happened to them. It turns out Sibella happened." Elsa trailed off, a mischievous smile on her face.
"Sibella?" Daphne asked.
"Vampire. She's friendly enough. Like, classy girl." Shaggy simply answered.
"Well, it turns out Sibella actually accepted their offer." Elsa stated bluntly.
"Like, what!?" he flinched, holding the head back at arm's length. At Shaggy's reaction, Elsa giggled. That man was always easy to get a reaction out of. She loved that.
"You didn't let me finish. She accepted their offer to date… on her terms. Two factors come into play when I say 'her terms'. First, how annoying they were the entire time we had known them. Secondly, the fact that she isn't just any vampire, but the daughter of Dracula himself. Such lineage often begets quite an array of abilities, don't you think?"
"Jinkies, Dracula's daughter… Wow." Velma mused, amazed at how many legends seemed to be more truth than fiction. First, Frankenstein, now this.
"Like, yeah, that's true… So what'd she do? Uhh, do we even want to know?" Shaggy said, quickly throwing in that last question as he sensed a vibe of a revenge story in the works.
"Well, one of her abilities is hypnotic suggestion. Part of how a vampire tends to work subtly rather than bluntly attacking. Enough of this influence and the user of the ability can render a victim's mind either theirs or useless. Let's just say that Sibella is now the queen of her own personal male harem. They wanted to date her, well… they GOT her. Or rather, SHE's got THEM. Heh… If you run into a group of five nearly-mindless soldier-thralls someday, Sibella won't be far behind. A little tip, just in case she wants to visit you." Elsa finished, chuckling darkly. She may not have considered her physical looks to be that of a beautiful person, but she would prefer someone who hadn't pushed her around unrepentantly for years before asking her out.
"Yikes! Remind us to never piss off a vampire." remarked Fred as he tried to imagine being some vampire's brainwashed servant. Not a pretty thought.
"Little Tanis was sad to discover that her father's pyramid had been ransacked for some museum back here in the states. She took half a year trying to track her father down, him having been sleeping in his sarcophagus when the humans took him and his valuables away. Long story short, that museum now has a pair of mummies as their night crew. No, they didn't take it over! Tanis, being the sweet girl that she is, simply asked where her father was and was led to him after proving to skeptical guards that she was quite undead. She liked how they set up their designated Egyptian Exhibit and asked if she could stay. Hey, free room and board. Why not, right?"
"Like, that's kinda neat. Sorry that Tanis had to, like, go through all that, though. Must have taken quite a bit of work to find her father." How could Shaggy not sympathize with the adorable little Egyptian?
"Yeah. I even helped out a little. Hmm… Phantasma, our ghostly friend, can't seem to find a home, last I heard. First, she tried New York City, having heard that the city has plenty of places involving music. She ended up running into a team called The Ghostbusters, who confused her with an evil spirit. She had to flee. Couple of weeks later, she landed in a small city called Amity Park, known to be one of the most haunted towns in America. If I remember her postcard correctly, she said she ended up in a feud with another musical she-ghost and was chasing after some ghost superhero guy. (1)"
"At least she found a place to haunt, right?" asked Shaggy as he looked at the bright side of the matter, the fact that Phantasma must have seen a lot of sights since graduating.
"More than that. You could kinda expect something like this from her, but I soon heard that she ended up starting a relationship with the superhero AND the other musical woman! Never expected her to be bisexual. Then again, I never expected a lot of things from that nut." If Elsa still had her head on her shoulders, she'd be shaking her head right about now.
"Sounds like a regular wild child. Then again, I suppose ghosts can be how they want to be." Daphne thought aloud. Shaggy's class certainly sounded like a bit of a handful. She began to wonder how he managed.
"Like, what about Winnie?" Shaggy asked as Scooby tried to neatly arrange the body parts on the floor, mapping out what goes where.
"Would you believe she's some town's resident crime-fighting vigilante. Cops don't exactly like her methods, but she definitely keeps the crime rate low. Even has a couple of arch-enemies, last I heard. Definitely suits her. That werewolf can't resist a good hunt."
"Hah. A regular Batgirl. I can dig it." chuckled Fred.
"Batgirl? Don't you mean Wolf Girl?" Elsa asked, confused by the blond's statement.
"Uh, Elsa, he's actually making a human superheroine reference." Shaggy pointed out. Elsa replied with a simple "Oh.".
"How are we going to put you back together?" Velma asked, watching Scooby line up the limbs with the torso. Elsa smiled.
"Oh, I'm sure Shaggy will do a fantastic job. All I'd mainly need is some durable thread to sew me up and a generator to charge me. Your authority seemed to fail to notice that I do require a charge now and then, like my father… Hmm… Perhaps they did and wanted me kept weak…"
"Like, whatever you need, Elsa." Shaggy agreed, absently placing her head on his lap and trying to straighten out the mess that was her hair. The artificial girl smiled as she felt Shaggy's hands running around her head and the light tugs of her hair being adjusted. It would be a challenge for him to get her hair exactly back to the way it was, but she didn't say anything to deter his efforts. She liked the feeling too much, even if the current predicament made her feel like nothing more than a sentient doll.
"So, Shaggy… Care to properly introduce me to your friends?" Elsa asked, remembering that there never was a proper introduction throughout the entire situation. Shaggy picked her up again. He pointed her at Velma first. "Well, you already had a close up of Velma Dinkley. I think you two would, like, get along great. She's our resident genius, always researching. Like, that's why she was looking you over. Always thinking."
"Nice to meet you, Elsa. Sorry it couldn't be under better circumstances." Velma said, giving a polite nod.
"Oh, don't worry. You guys rescued me, so I'd say this is a good circumstance."
Shaggy then moved Elsa so she was looking at Daphne. "And this is Daphne Blake. She's nice. Kinda opinionated. I think she'd still like to be some form of journalist. Like, she used to be a bit… danger-prone, though." Shaggy explained, joking about how Daphne used to be somewhat clumsy at times. The redhead frowned at the laid-back foodie.
"I swear, you guys never let me live that down. I'm not that ditzy anymore. Sigh… Anyways, a friend of Shaggy's is a friend of mine."
"I used to have times where I'd randomly fall apart myself." Elsa remarked, the fact that she was currently already fallen apart seemingly irrelevant. Daphne couldn't resist snickering at the joke.
Shaggy then aimed her head at Fred. "And, like, our driver is Fred Jones. He would be our fearless leader, so to speak. Even if we kinda just work as an equal team anyway. He could be considered, like, the muscle of this group." Shaggy then pulled Elsa's head close and whispered. "Just don't ask about the fact that he wears an ascot all year 'round. Dunno why, but he's, like, sensitive about that."
"I heard that." came Fred's answer.
"What? Like, how?"
"I didn't. I guessed and you walked right into it." Classic Shaggy moment, to be caught in a joke.
"Rusted." Scooby uttered, his signature laughter following.
"Sounds like I'll have fun here." Elsa said with a tone of finality. She doubted Shaggy would kick her out…
A few hours of a drive later, Elsa was brought into Shaggy's apartment, piece by piece. Elsa was amused by how Shaggy handled her bare torso, awkwardly carrying it with his hands on her sides and holding it slightly away from him to prevent inappropriate contact. An opportunity to tease her favorite Coach, as that was the final thing to be brought in and they were alone now…
"Ooh…" she moaned, her head on the dining room table as Shaggy brought in the torso. Shaggy stopped. "Like, is something wrong, Elsa?"
"Oh, no. Nothing really. It just feels really good." she answered, nonchalantly. Truth be told, she still couldn't feel anything beyond her head.
"Umm… What does?"
"The way you're holding me, Coach. I haven't been held like that before… Ya know, you could always give 'me' a hug while you're there." she suggested, giving him a wink. Shaggy's eyes widened, glancing at the limbless, headless womanly torso and then back at her head. Then back at the torso and then her head again. Then, he tried to speak.
"A hug? Like, how does that work like this? And, like, you're technically naked. Umm…" his face blushed when he brought up the nudity fact.
"So? I don't mind if it's just you, Coach." she assured, giving him what she hoped was a caring look. She realized quickly that she felt a lot less embarrassed about the forced nudity when it was just Shaggy looking at her womanly parts as opposed to his friends or those government goons. "Just wrap your arms around me like it's a pillow."
"Umm… Shouldn't we put you together first?" It was understandable for him to feel weird about such a request. Who hugs just a human torso? Necrophiliacs, maybe… "Oh, maybe. But I would really like a hug now." persisted Elsa, smiling. The game was afoot. What would her little guinea pig do in this experiment?
Shaggy could feel for the poor woman. After months of captivity and being reduced to nothing but a group of trophies on a federally-funded mantle, Elsa certainly did earn more than just a hug. He pondered if she was still a little distraught from her ordeal. It occurred to him that he should just give her what she wants, as it might help her start to feel better. And so, he drew the limbless body in close and wrapped her arms around it, growing nervous as he couldn't help but feel the presence of her firm breasts pressed up against his clothed chest. However, his arousal was offset by the close-up view of the stump that was Elsa's neck. Seeing the inner flesh of a body wasn't exactly thrilling for him, but he wasn't as disgusted, since he knew it was just how Elsa was. Although, there was still the matter of the smell….
"Oh, Coach… You feel so nice. And warm…" Elsa said, luring her target further into the false sense of comforting her.
"Thanks, Elsa… Like, I still think this is weird… But it's ok." Honest and well-meaning. Typical Shaggy, just like Elsa remembered. She smirked. Now it was time to see how far he could be willing to go.
"Um… Coach? Could you move your hand lower? Ya know, so you don't accidentally drop me." she asked innocently. Shaggy was hesitant, but did see her logic and complied, moving one of his hands lower down her back, but not by much.
"Lower, please." she prodded. The foodie began to look embarrassed as his hand rested at the small of her back. How timid her target was. "Coach, how are you supposed to hold me up? Get your hand down there." she ordered, snickering to herself.
"But…. Your ass?"
"Do you not like it? It was crafted to be like my mom's… But dad had to add a bit of himself to everything. So it's a little thick…" Elsa said, throwing in a fake pout for good measure.
Shaggy's face went red. What could he say to that? Where was this coming from? What the hell?
"Like, umm… uhh… Well… It's not that I…don't like it. Uh… It's…" he trailed off, feeling incredibly stupid. This was one of his students. And they just met after how many years? He felt wrong about the idea of copping a feel on somebody he still sees as a young student, even if she was technically legal now. But seeing her pout in the face of apparent rejection, he had to put his own personal doubts aside. His hand cupped her ass.
Elsa smiled, wishing she could feel the hand on her ass. So he could be coerced. But she could tell that he had his reservations. That was natural, given the fact that they had just met. Still, she could get a reaction out of him. Maybe he thought of her as attractive? She could hope. For now, back to business.
"Alright, Coach… You can put 'me' down now… I was kidding. I can't feel crap except my head until I'm put back together. I just… I felt like I really needed a hug or something… After being held prisoner for so long..." Elsa said, her mood deflated. "Putting me back together's going to take some time and…" She was interrupted when Shaggy gently placed her torso on a chair and picked her head up.
"Like, if you needed a hug, I could just hug your head." he suggested before doing just that, gently holding her head against his chest, his arms surrounding her. She wasn't expecting that, but she was pleased nonetheless. Again, classic Shaggy, caring for his student. If only she could change how he sees her. But for now, she would just enjoy her time with him and worry about her growing crush later.
Minutes after he gave her head a good hug, Shaggy began to get to work on putting her together. Fred had got out a portable generator for Elsa to use and Velma managed to get her hands on a good length of the surgical stitching wire normally used for closing wounds. He first decided to work on connecting her feet to her legs and then the legs to her torso in order to get through the awkwardness of having his hands be so close to her ass and crotch. When he completed the feet-to-legs and began on the legs-to-torso, Elsa was tempted to tease him again, but refrained from doing so, feeling that she had teased him enough. Instead, she kept to monitoring his progress and giving instruction.
As awkward and twitchy as Shaggy could get sometimes, Elsa was pleased to notice how careful Shaggy was when sewing her parts together. Nervous about messing up, however, she could also notice, due to the occasional groan or whimper from the focusing coward. Due to that, his progress was of the slow-and-steady variety. But she didn't mind. She waited months for her reassembly. What's a couple more hours?
There was, however, a delay when Shaggy noticed a little too late that he had sown her legs together the wrong way, the right leg on her left side and vice-versa. Shaggy facepalmed, criticizing his own rotten luck, while Elsa simply laughed pleasantly. Her hero, indeed.
After redoing the legs (finally), her hands and arms were next. Elsa couldn't resist the next opportunity to tease when he accidentally dropped her hand onto his lap, stump-side up, somehow looking like her fingers were resting against his crotch. "Uh, Coach? This isn't the time for that kind of thing, but we could always discuss it afterward." she taunted, winking at him again. Flustered, he quickly picked up her hand and resumed working, looking as innocent as possible. He began to wonder where Elsa learned sexual innuendos from.
The hands took a little effort due to trying to hold it in place while working, but he was thankful that there was a smaller circumference to cover with the sewing. Before he connected the arms to the torso, he took care of one minor detail. He dressed the body up with a pair of shorts and a short-sleeved t-shirt, decreasing the awkwardness on his end about knowing that one of his students was technically naked in his presence. Not that the view wasn't nice or anything. A part of him did think that her body type, as unique as it had developed into, was interesting. He recalled that she used to be as lanky as he was. Perhaps artificial girls had their own form of puberty… He wasn't sure. He quickly concluded his train of thought with the decision that Elsa looked good and resumed working before his musings could interfere with his work.
Still, Elsa couldn't resist a jab. "Am I that distracting, Coach?" she simply asked. Shaggy groaned, close to finishing her other arm. Eventually, all that was missing was her head. But Shaggy remembered something that had been bugging him the entire time, but had gotten used to: The body's stench. "Hmm… Hey Elsa, do you think I should, like…wash you or something? Or could you wait until you can move again and take a shower?" he asked awkwardly, almost feeling like he was taking care of a life-size doll.
"You might want to wash me yourself, Coach. After I'm charged up, the amount of electricity running through me would make it unsafe for me to come into contact with water for a while." Her tone was matter-of-fact. Odd, he could have sworn that she might have taken the chance to….
"Besides, I'm sure you could enjoy scrubbing me down. I guess that could be a reward for you." There it was. He really began to wonder about her. She had somewhat changed since the days of school… He wasn't sure if it was because of time changing a person, puberty, her lack of electricity, or the captivity possibly driving her a little crazy. He chalked it up to the situation and hoped that things would be alright after she was all put together and fully charged.
"Like, uhh… I guess. Sure." Shaggy said, resigning himself to just go with the flow. His friend would be fine in no time. He picked up the body gingerly and carried it to the bathroom, leaving the head on the table. "Gonna leave me here, huh? Alright." Elsa said casually before closing her eyes to rest a bit.
And so, there Shaggy was, a headless woman's body in a tub. Again, he knew it was just Elsa with her unique existence, so he didn't have any thoughts of feeling like some sort of weird serial killer or something. That didn't stop him from feeling a little strange about the situation, though. Turned on from the fact that the body was naked again? Probably. A little. Hesitant because this was his student? Definitely. Confused because of Elsa's behavior? Does he even have to ask himself that?
All he had to do was turn the water on, get the soap out, and scrub the body. Simple. No problem. Before turning the water on, he set the body up so that it sat up against the back end of the tub. He didn't think it was a good idea for water to get inside the open neck stump… How could Elsa survive being apart like this? Couldn't she get infected with open flesh like this? Shrugging the questions off, he started the water and let the tub fill a little with water, not letting the body get submerged because he had to scrub it.
After getting the body soaked by splashing water over it, he took a body sponge (conveniently borrowed from Daphne, who complained about the smell when they arrived) and got to work. Shaggy stayed focused on the task at hand at first. But his train of thought eventually took some turns…
'Alright… That's it… Gotta scrub… Man, those guys didn't exactly want to give her a bath, did they? Those jerks… Hmm… Didn't notice this mark before… Or that one… Is this where they shot her? Like, ugh! Not cool, man… But at least she's here now… Hmm… Her chest feels nice…. Like, wait… Focus, man! Scrub, scrub, scrub…. Yeah, like, these DO feel nice! Dammit, man! They're clean enough… Hmm… Her arms are pretty solid. Like, she's got super-strength, right? So that's not surprising…. Alright, time to go down south… Uhhhh…. Legs! Just go with the legs for now! Yeah, like, that's it… Long legs… Those must have been her mom's influence… Hmm…. Looks like those jerks did try and roast her…. Faint burn marks… Like, total bummer… Keep going! …And done there. Well… looks like I'm there…' Shaggy paused, having saved her privates for last. He still felt like he was invading her privacy. Even when he did have a girlfriend, they never showered together, so this felt new to him, on top of the bizarreness of the whole thing.
'Dammit, me, like, if she didn't trust you, would she have let you do this?' one part of his mind argued.
'Like she had a choice?' the other part countered. Good point.
'Ugh! Running away from monsters, like, I can understand. But you don't need a Scooby Snack to wash a woman's crotch. Like, you're strange, me. You had some fun with her boobs, so you're kinda already, like, past the point of no return here.'
Shaggy could admit to himself that, at times, he was indeed a strange man. His conscience had a point. And down he reached….
Elsa awoke to the sight of a headless body standing up and presented to her. It definitely looked cleaner. Her time there must have made her a mess with her getting used to it, as her skin tone seemed a shade brighter, more normal for her. Must had been a whole layer of crud on her...
"Wow, Coach! I look great! Well… for a girl that's spent months sitting on her ass, so to speak… Perhaps you and I should have some private gym classes to tone me up a little." Elsa said, pleased at her Coach's work.
"Haha… Like, we'll see. First, would you like me to wash your head too before I attach it?"
"Might as well. For all I know, there might be some junk in my hair from all they did to me. Ugh…" Elsa answered. She couldn't wait to get her disaster of hair back to normal.
Soon enough, her clean head was sewn back onto her body and she was hooked up to the portable generator via her neck bolts, ready to charge. With the flip of a switch, electricity started flowing into her, the sweet taste of high voltage a sorely missed sensation. "Awwww YEAAAAHHHH! The power! I feel the POWER! I missed this SO MUCH! Mmmmmmm! Thank you, Coach! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she shrieked and gasped, sounding more and more hyperactive by the second. Her whole body started to tremble with power as she began to feel familiar sensations. The sense of her hands touching anything… The feeling of her feet on the ground… The presence of the chair she was sitting in upon her back and ass… Control of her body was coming back to her.
As time went on, Elsa began to show signs of getting some sort of high off of the incoming volts. Mostly from the things she started to say… "Power! Sweet energy! I am not a head! I am beyond my head! My body…! Yes! I AM ME! ME IS I! Round is a shape BUT IT'S NOT ME ANYMORE! NO JARS FOR THIS HEAD! Hehehe! Oh my, I sound nuttier than PHANTASMA, BUT WHO CARES?! WHEEEHEHEHE! Oh, sweet electricity, how you motivate me so. LEMME COUNT THE WAYS! 1! 2! 3! 7! 45! 684! Pi! DONE!" She then leapt up from her chair and was about to do something when she stopped, sobering up immediately. She realized what she was doing. Moving…. She was moving. So used was she to her unwanted predicament that the fact that she was normal again managed to shake her out of her power-high.
"Coach! …..I can move…." She lifted an arm, slowly clenching and unclenching her fist, watching the miracle of movement. "I can move…!" Testing her dexterity, she reached up and unclipped the jumper cables on her neck bolts, the action in itself amazing her. Tears began welling up in her eyes. After all this time… True freedom again. Before she could stop herself, she lunged at the slightly-shorter man (well, shorter than her if you count her stuck-up hair) and fiercely clamped her arms around him in a tight hug.
"I can move! I can walk! I can even turn my head! Thank you so much, Coach! I…." she trailed off, sniffling. "You saved me….again. Truly…" Pulling her head back to look at Shaggy, she soon became embarrassed as he was blue in the face from her super-strength squeezing the air out of him. "AH! Coach!" she gasped, letting him go and backpedaling a few steps, tripping over the loose jumper cables, and falling down. "I'm sorry!" she cried as she sat up.
Panting heavily to catch his breath, Shaggy gave a silent thumbs-up. Elsa awkwardly got back up. When his breathing was relatively manageable, Shaggy tried speaking. "Like… It's ok, Elsa… You were… excited. That's all… I'm glad you're… like, complete again."
"Me too! Thank you." she said, smiling the biggest smile she'd given since before her capture. Shaggy felt a bit modest about her constant praise. He was just doing the right thing, nothing special. But he was satisfied with what he had done.
"So, uhh… Do I get to stay here, Coach?" A part of Shaggy had to have known that she would need a place to stay. Fortunately, he didn't mind.
Elsa became the newest member of Mystery Inc, making an interesting addition to the crime-busting faction. Her super-strength proved to be quite useful when dealing with 'monsters' whenever they had cases. Although that very power sometimes created some troublesome situations involving the authorities. They would sometimes have to explain why the captured criminal happened to suffer bad injuries. It was suspicious that the incidents always seemed to happen whenever a criminal manages to corner Shaggy specifically… Daphne and Velma knew better, women's intuition being what it is.
During their travels, Shaggy and Elsa would be constantly talking to each other (and Scooby, of course). But Elsa didn't just stick to Shaggy for company. The artificial woman found a kindred spirit in Velma in terms of a love for science and intellect. This made way for occasional 'girls nights' between the brainy duo and Daphne.
Velma and Elsa's friendship led to some ideas and innovations involving the golem's body. Mainly, it begat the ability for Elsa to control her body and/or individual body parts if she were to be headless again or if a hand came off or something. It led to some amusing pranks involving her hand(s) being like Thing from Addams Family or her headless body moving about. Shaggy wasn't amused one morning to find Elsa's headless body cozied up next to him when he woke up, due to not recognizing the body at first and freaking out about a murder victim. The conclusions one makes when he's only half-awake…
A couple of months since Elsa joined, Fred tried to get Shaggy to admit that he liked Elsa more than a friend/former student. There had to be a reason why the foodie preferred to be near her most of the time. Fred also noticed Elsa's 'subtle' attempts to get Shaggy's attention. Putting her hand on his, wearing outfits that reveal a bit of skin (but not too much), willingly trying his extreme food creations… The girl had something for Shaggy, the blond was sure of it. And it wouldn't hurt for Shaggy to get out there in the dating world.
Around the same time, the girls decided to start questioning Elsa about Shaggy, their intuition correctly suspecting her feelings for the coward since she began protecting him from criminals. At first, Elsa tried to assure them that she merely considered him to be a wonderful friend and teacher. But her bluff failed at the rolling eyes of Daphne and the knowing look of Velma. She folded. She expressed her worries that he might not see her romantically because of her appearance, comparing herself to Daphne, Velma, and other humans.
A couple of weeks of travel and mysteries went by until, finally, Elsa was bold enough to make a move. Velma and Daphne had assured her again and again that Shaggy wasn't the kind of man to focus only on outer appearances. They even made a point that a unique guy like him deserves a unique woman like her. And so, on that fateful night at another hotel, Elsa found herself outside the room of the hot tub that she knew Shaggy was enjoying his time in, trying to psych herself up.
Herself? Check. Bikini? Check. Shaggy in tub? Check. Courage? Still working on it…
Silently, she entered, the element of surprise being on her side as Shaggy wasn't facing her direction. She slowly approached, still a little unsure of how her crush would react to her feelings. But it's been a while and she was sure she had managed to at least get him to stop seeing her as a student with her occasional flirty gestures. So she had that going for her, maybe.
In moments, she was right behind him, standing just outside the tub. She could tell he was lightly dozing, the tub apparently doing wonders to relax him. Deciding against that cliché 'guess who' gag, she simply walked over and climbed into the tub to sit next to him, the sudden splashing rousing Shaggy from his rest. "Huh? Like, Elsa? Umm… Needed to relax too?" he asked, suddenly feeling a little exposed despite wearing his swim trunks.
"Yeah. I also wanted to talk…" she answered, feeling tense as the moment of truth drew closer.
"Like, what's up?" Shaggy asked, smiling. He had grown to enjoy their talks, Elsa's personality having matured to be more than what she used to be when he was her teacher. The artificial woman opened her mouth to speak, but then stopped herself. A moment passed and she tried again, but still remained silent. Shaggy noticed, the smile fading. "Is something wrong?"
"No, no. Nothing wrong, really… Just… I wanted to say something. Um… It's important." Elsa finally understood what it was like to be Tanis.
"You know you can, like, talk to me about anything, Elsa. I'm here for you." Shaggy said, reaching over and placing a hand on her shoulder. He noticed her bikini-covered chest, of course, but resisted the urge to gawk. Sure, he technically had seen her nude before and she had teased him from time to time with near-glimpses and peeks, but he still liked what he saw. Fred's cajoling had got him to admit to himself that he did have a crush on her. But, him being unsure if she meant anything with her occasional flirting, he was happy with being a close friend. Little did he know…
His touch was enough for her to do something. After a third failed attempt to put to words how she felt, she reached an arm over to him and, lightly using her super-strength, pulled the foodie over to him so that his body was over hers. Before Shaggy could ask what she was doing, she brought her mouth to his.
Electricity. That was what Shaggy felt as Elsa kissed him. Not high-voltage, of course. Perhaps a very minor buzz of it, considering what she was. Still, there was that metaphorical electricity that came with suddenly getting some action with a special someone. And that was what spurred him on as he began returning her kiss. After a couple of minutes, he broke the kiss, needing some air. Elsa slipped into the water, not expecting the kiss to break, but ecstatic. Having sunk into the tub a little, she had a sudden mischievous thought as she saw something under the water that interested her…
Shaggy was savoring the euphoria of the moment. She liked him. She wasn't just playing around with the flirty behavior. She genuinely liked him. He was suddenly jarred out of his thoughts by the feeling of something tugging at him. More specifically, tugging at his swim trunks. Wait… Didn't Elsa sink into the water a few seconds ago? His mental question quickly had an answer as he felt his semi-hard rod be enclosed in something nice and warm…and with one hell of a vacuum-like suction.
Zoinks! This girl isn't beating around the bush anymore!
About an hour later, Shaggy entered his room. His skin may be prune-like from all that time in the water and he hoped that what happened in there wouldn't render the hot tub too unsanitary… But it ranked right up there among the best moments of his life. And if there was any doubt of that, all he'd have to do was ask the unique, towel-clad beauty that carried him in her arms.
"Like, Elsa… You are… That was… Wow." he managed to utter. Elsa was his first. Not even Googie had brought up the topic of sex during their short-lived relationship. Understandably, he was still reeling from the experience.
"So… Does this mean I can be your girlfriend, Coach?" she asked as she placed him on his (no, their) bed. "Because I love you…" Directly to the point. Classic Elsa resurfaces.
"Like, I love you too, Elsa. Sure! Just… one thing?" he asked, gently pulling her onto the bed as she obliged to his direction. She ended up on her hands and knees, over his prone body, towel almost liable to slide off of her.
"Anything, Coach." She smiled at him, enjoying this position of being over him. Taking charge proved to be a very fun experience for her. Perhaps she could…perform some experiments with that?
"Just call me Shaggy. You know I'm, like, not your teacher anymore, Ms. Graduate." he snickered. As if to prove his point, he leaned up and planted a quick kiss, caught up in the thrill of a new relationship by way of a surge of playfulness.
"But I like calling you Coach… You did 'teach' me a few 'stretches' in that tub, you know." The smug look on her face told the story as she lowered herself down and gave him a quick kiss of her own.
"Have it your way, I guess. Like… This is going to take some getting used to." He said, pulling her back down as she was raising herself back up, wanting her to lie down on top of him.
"Thanks, Coach." she said, very much enjoying this position better.
"Well, if you like the nickname so much…"
"No, not that. Thanks…for accepting me…" Once again, Elsa felt a little shy, her former insecurities now seeming like a moment to look back and be somewhat embarrassed over. Shaggy looked a little somber, a few guesses as to what may had been on his new girl's mind.
"Like, I should be thanking you, Elsa. You might not see it like this, but you're amazing. You're smart, you're strong, you've got quite a fun side to you, you… don't laugh at me when I run away from monsters… Most women tend to not like a guy that runs from everything…" he trailed off.
"Stop it, Coach. You're braver than you think. Especially when it matters." she scolded, kissing him again. "Would I be where I am if you really were THAT chicken?"
He thought a moment. "….Guess not."
"My hero." she mock-praised.
The next morning, the pair revealed their new relationship to the others, who took the news with great relief. The others, in all honesty, couldn't stand much more of the two figuratively dancing around the issue. Even Scooby could sense the tension between them to the point of staying close to Velma or Daphne instead of Shaggy.
However, a new problem among the rest of Mystery Inc would soon present itself within the next few weeks. The odd sounds coming from their hotel room that sounded like Elsa commanding Shaggy to do things in bed while (what seems to be) dominating him. Shaggy didn't have any bruises on him every morning after or anything like that. Still, it was worth asking the couple about it.
"I thought I'd try something new… I wondered what it would be like to actually be in charge… I decided it'd make a worthy experiment. After extensive 'testing', I've come to the conclusion that Coach makes an excellent lover. Very obedient and eager. I'm sorry if I made too much noise…" Elsa hurriedly explained. Of course, she would feel like clamming up after the flaw of her experiment, noise, was pointed out.
"You're not… into bondage, are you? With the whips and handcuffs?" Velma hesitantly asked, feeling just as awkward.
"Oh, no! No. Why would I hurt my dear Coach? Never. He just lets me boss him around, that's all. Sometimes, I let him take up his old role of 'teacher' again and 'threaten' me with 'detention'…if you get what I mean…."
That effectively ended the conversation, the mental image of Shaggy spanking a schoolgirl-outfit-wearing Elsa being enough to make the others scramble for other topics to chat about.
"Oh! There is the couple of times where I let him do a little… generator-play… when it comes to fooling around when I need a charge…" Elsa quipped, snickering at her friends' discomfort.
"That's it! I'm never touching that portable generator again!" Fred declared.
Boy, was this relationship going to be fun!
A month later, Mystery Inc took a break from their travels. As such, Elsa officially moved into Shaggy and Scooby's apartment. As for work, Velma and Elsa teamed up to explore some of Elsa's scientific ideas to enjoy their time off of traveling and mystery-solving.
As for Shaggy, he started to hit the gym a little bit. Not that he needed it, because of his high metabolism and constant running from creeps. But he did want to build up a little muscle. Just a little. Mainly because Elsa could be quite a handful in bed when she really gets going… That strength of hers… Amazing, but dangerous during an orgasm!
Due to the fact that dating a girl like Elsa also meant performing maintenance on a girl like Elsa when she needed it (mostly because she enjoyed his assistance over doing it herself), Shaggy found work training as a mechanic while learning from Velma about the human anatomy. Sure, Elsa wasn't a robot by any means. Even so, the education and the paying job didn't hurt.
A year later, after another stint of traveling, Shaggy and Elsa decided to tie the knot. It was a small ceremony. A secretive one as well, as Elsa managed to find a way to get in touch with and invite not only her legendary parents, but the rest of Shaggy's class (including Sibella's mind-controlled Calloway "husbands", groaning away, as well as Phantasma's lovers, a pair of ghosts named Danny and Ember). Shaggy ended up being the victim of one more prank as an unwed man when Shaggy lifted up the strangely thick white veil covering Elsa's face to officially kiss the bride…only to see a mannequin head of Taylor Swift.
"Zoinks! Like, this isn't Elsa!" he cried out, his flinching causing the mannequin head to fall off Elsa's neck and roll around on the ground. The Ghouls present laughed at such a monstrous prank. An apologetic Tanis approached the altar, Elsa's head resting on a cushion that the mummy held in her hands. The head's black-n-white hair was actually let down and straightened out for the occasion. Of course, Elsa was having a ball with her prank, laughing.
"Oh, laugh it up…" Shaggy grumbled, a little annoyed. At his own wedding, for crying out loud…
"Prime opportunity, Coach. I couldn't resist." Elsa answered, grinning. She hoped somebody took a picture or got his reaction on a smartphone.
"Still, like, I'd rather take this mannequin head over that other one." he said as he picked her up off the cushion. She didn't get a chance to get indignant about being called a mannequin when he started kissing her, finally completing the wedding. Interesting picture, Shaggy kissing just a head. Almost like how they reconnected…
Author's Note: Story 2 of this 5-part series is done! Although, I hope this is good. I think I mentioned somewhere before that I've recently been put in a spot in life where typing up fanfiction is one of the few options of entertainment I got. Not the only option, of course, but I've been meaning to type more anyway. So I guess this is kinda a new writing strategy for me right now, to just type, type, type, type what comes to me as I get inspired by something. Truth be told, I only had the beginning part of this one-shot as my idea. I wasn't sure where to go after getting Elsa out of Gov't hands. Hell, I'm not fully sure about how I got her out of there, Shaggy and Velma successfully talking down the agent. But there it is.
So, tell me… Is my new strategy working? Or am I better off just thinking and waiting for something to really inspire me and then type it up? Also, if anybody has suggestions as to the type of situations I could put Mystery Inc in to meet the next Ghoul, I would appreciate that as well.
Secondly, as for what I was thinking of Elsa's adult appearance, I was going for the possibility that, although she was just tall and Shaggy-thin in the Ghoul School movie, the fact that her parents include the hulking Frankenstein would mean that she would probably get some of her father's looks. A little thick, a little solid, but still womanly, that kinda thing… I mean, she kinda does have some of her father in her face, for one… *pauses awkwardly, then shrugs, wondering if anybody knows what I'm talking about*
Footnotes: 1) So, Phantasma meets Danny Phantom. Not an original idea, actually. I based that reference around an old Scooby fanfic on here that was incomplete but I enjoyed the first couple of chapters of. Wish they continued it… It was called "Scooby Doo and the Grimwood Girls" by someone with the pen name of "Blood Brandy", although the summary claims it was a collaborative work. A shame they stopped after Chapter 2… As for the fact that I'm using Danny and Ember instead of DP's canon pairing of Danny and Sam, well… in case my DP fics hadn't made it obvious, I ship Danny/Ember. I do like Sam though.
Review Replies:
The Keeper Of Worlds – I think I threw a curveball by doing Elsa this time… But the idea of Elsa being caught/experimented on by the government suddenly came upon me and I started typing before I lost the idea. Lol. Hope ya liked where I went with it, though.
DarkShadowRaven – My thoughts exactly about different situations, as you can tell by this chapter. As for Elsa's personality, I wanted to maintain her penchant for intelligence, but also show that growing up a bit can change someone sometimes, as from what I recall of the movie, she was kinda the "blunt Captain Obvious" of the group (Correct me if I'm wrong. It's been ages since I actually seen the movie… Relying on memories and Wiki). Thought Elsa could have gained a bit of a fun side between then and when Shaggy meets her again.
nightmaster000 – You got it! Lol.
364Wii – Well, in my stories, it'd have been a few years since Shaggy taught. At the least, Tanis would be a relatively short woman, I imagine.
HotelKatz –Damn, I totally should have done that! Argh! Missed opportunity… Lol.
Highline, Ninja Man, and KOTG – As you can tell, I'm going with the 5-story series idea!