Let it be said that I do not own any of the copyrighted material listed, referenced, or traveled through in this story. But I am eternally grateful for the time I am given to play around within those hallowed walls.

Also, this being my first every story published, I have had many roll through my head throughout my short years on this planet, I am eternally grateful for all who take the time to read this work. So thank you. This is a prelude of sorts for a Gamer Fic with an OC that will hopefully one day travel the multi-verse of verses and play around in their depths.

It should also be stated that I speak of a rather serious health condition in this chapter, I doubt it will be an ongoing thing, but I do it out of inspiration from a real person I admire. That being said, I am well aware that my language describing CP may not be true to form for those in the community. I just hope I am not too dark for anyone facing these struggles.

Thus, without further ado:

Prologue: Heroes Unknown.

Soon her work would be complete. All Frankie, definitely not Francis lest the silent curses of an infinite mind be turned upon you, had to do was get this one last Lego piece in and she would have built her very own Hogwarts. Of course, if you were stubborn and tried to continue to use her real name, your toes might just be accidentally run over by a wheel chair. No, she went by Frankie. After her idol, the legendary shipwright of the Straw Hats! Not that many people knew that about her, but he was the reason she took up that name. And just like Franky, she was a builder at heart. I mean, if you couldn't go to Hogwarts because, apparently, she was a stupid muggle then Frankie would settle with building the place for herself; the complete set mind you, Castle and all possible accessories. But when her symptoms flared up it was always a challenge to overcome. If only her hand followed her commands like the normal people.

She was normal too, at least her mind was. Actually scratch that, her mind was exceptional. Her few friends learned this fast with just how quick she was when she could actually fight to form the words that played through her mind. Frankie, however, lived a life where body betrayed her. In many ways, it was her prison. This jail that Frankie spent every day trying to break free from if only to do something normal like brush her own gosh darn teeth. Her fight, however, against the effects of cerebral palsy were rarely won. Frankie had a rather severe form of C.P. as well, referred to as quadriplegia. Or in laymen's terms, every aspect of Frankie was effected by her cerebral palsy. She fought to get her arms to do basic things, like pick up a Lego brick and put it in place. She was stuck in a wheel chair, thought it was a rather kick... butt wheel chair. She suffered a severe lack of motor control constantly plagued by spasms and twitches, especially when trying to speak. Perhaps worst of all, was her distorted features. Like any young girl Frankie often dreamed one day of meeting someone who might love her. But she had long since given up on that pipe dream. Her family loved her, that would have to be enough. To her friends who were bold enough to ask she would say that her lot in life was something that she had accepted, this fact that she was in many ways an outcast of society. The older she got the more it this statement wasn't even that much of a lie. Given enough time even the most wild of horses can be tamed, and though Frankie was indeed a wild dreamer through her youth, concocting fantastic buildings, crafting majestic spacecraft, and building the most impressive of ships with nothing but her imagination. Perhaps her most daring and outlandish dream, she dreamed of the possibilities of a building the perfect body, or she would accept one that didn't fight her every second of the day.

Over time though, the powerful mustang that was Frankie's dreams became more and more, normal. Certainly she was still a fantasy nerd. Indeed, much of her fantasy obsession was fueled with anything that allowed her indulge in any reality that would allow her to build something better for herself. The magic of Harry Potter would surely heal her, right? Some where in the Star Wars universe the ability to correct brain damage and, therefore, her body had to exist. Heck, if she was a force user she could just use that to move her body to her own whims! Or maybe if she was a Knight Radiant then a Spren would could and bond with her, she would almost certainly be an Edgedancer! Or maybe if she ate a devil fruit she would automatically heal, a logia would be so funny to experience! And then… well, that list can go on and on. The moral of the story was that Frankie was broken, but she would not stop fighting against the bonds of brokenness every day of her life.

Mostly Frankie did this in very simple ways, but to her they were powerful and each small victory was a spark that kept her will alive. She convinced her parents that should would live on her own. Building up her apartment with all the things she would need to move her out of her wheelchair when needed was perhaps a big-ticket item, but her wonderful parents did everything they could to support her independence. Her dad would go so far as to do much of the work himself. She could still see the imperfection in the laminate floor where when he wasn't paying attention dropped a hammer. She even named the little hammer mark George, twas a fine name for a divot. Her kick, butt mom even went so far as to help her decorate her own way, not some stupid magazines college dorm trash. Her dream flat apartment from which she would continue her fight.

Perhaps Frankie's favorite way to overcome her prison was to do precision work. To build Lego sets specifically. Anyone else would argue that a 27-year-old woman, she was no girl darn it, yes, a 27-year-old woman playing with Legos was childish. Of course, they would never say that to her face; she was wheel-chair bound and if you picked on her you were a monster. That didn't stop them from picking on her of course, they mostly just had the decency to do it behind her back. Well, other than when the sympathy mob picked on her in the most horrendous way possible, by pitting her. Urgh, that was the freaking worst! When someone tries to treat you good because they feel bad looking at you, that will do weird things to ones ability to receive any sympathetic gestures. But when Frankie could build her own little worlds, she could escape all of this; overcoming all the facets of her life that truly crushed her soul at times. Very few people can resonate with the experiences she faced. And when she got together with them, gosh darn, their conversations were painfully slow. You ever want to be really bored, watch several people who can barely speak try to have a conversation! Of course, that was just as much her fault as it was her friends who had their own types of CP or other medical issues. One of her friends even had the most crazy form of Tourette's where he would yell out curse words. She almost admired that, but darn it some times he would take it too far and just use it as an excuse to yell fu... to say the 'F' word in public. Frankie was better than using her prison as an excuse! She should be better. She was Smart. She knew it, but just had the hardest of times proving it because everything took her so very long. Seven year itch, I name the Frankie!

But now, all of that was behind her, because Frankie was going to conquer a huge hurtle. She was going to finish her Hogwarts set. As soon as she put this last little piece of the roof on of Honey Dukes, she would be done. It had taken her years to complete this particular set. But once it was done it would be added to the collection in her room, and she was sooooo close to being done. But this one last piece was taking her entirely to long thanks to her prison fighting rather passionately today. In truth, she should probably rest. Watch the newest episodes of One Piece or something. There was so much going on right now that she could not wait to see what would happen in Wano. But she was trying to hold off. She wanted to be able to binge the rest of the fight between Luffy and Kaido all at once. She would always hold a special place in her heart for One Piece, of course it was hard to decide, but it was probably her favorite. In fact, if you looked at her room it would be very clear that Frankie was at very least passionately obsessed with the world of One Piece. Above her bed hung a flag pole she had her dad mount on the wall where the Straw Hat Jolly Roger flew. Her bed spread was a wanted poster down comforter. Perhaps her favorite of all of the many pieces of décor sat on the highest shelf of collectibles. The Going Merry. It had to be her favorite model she ever built. God it was ugly, models were a lot harder than Legos. Especially if you had to paint some of the pieces. But she did it and she did it all on her own. Eat your heart out Bob Ross!

But this was not Frankie's forces right now she was trying to get this darn piece to… *CLICK* and it went in. She was done. The pride she felt was only mildly dampened by the emptiness of completion. Like finishing a good book, Frankie looked at her work and silently lamented being done. The irony of working so hard to finish this set only to have it take part of her soul with it once she was done pressed against her. Of course, she was willing participant in this exchange, but now that she was done all she could ever do with it was admire it from afar. Well that wasn't exactly true, first she needed to get this little tavern into the proper place in on the shelf. Joy came rushing back, that's right she wasn't done. The next challenge awaited her. Putting a thing on a shelf!

"I'd..d like to to to to see-ee someone el el else put a th thi thing ona shelf if,f,f their bo bo body didn't bu, bu, bu, behave" Frankie smiled viciously to herself. "I ka-ka-ka-kick ah, ah, ah, butt! Ahaha". Using all the care she could muster she slid her creation off the table into her lap. She had a blanket spread out over the arms of her wheel chair set there in advance with exactly this in mind, the safe transport of goods from table to shelf. With the goods loaded up and rolled over to her shelf. The bottom shelf, the most recent shelf, was designated for Harry Potter. The shelf above sat her different anime figurines, some of which she would never tell her parents what the anime they came from actually was. Some of the shelves held her books. But once again on the top shelf sat her pride and joy. Her Going Merry.

Frankie didn't notice this, for she was far too focused on her attempts to get a good enough hold of Honey Dukes, in such a way where she wouldn't knock off any pieces when placing it down. But the Going Merry seemed to smile at her just a little bit more than its rather shaky original paint job would allow. Now, to be fair to Frankie any other observer probably wouldn't notice if anything was off because the common riff raff were quite simple. So of course, very few people would notice this oddity, but if Frankie were paying attention she would have. For the smile Merry now wore completely removed all the shaky lines painted on, and instead gleamed with the smile of someone knowing that a great adventure awaited.

But Frankie was consumed with her current task of placing Honey Dukes exactly where she wanted it. Once she had completed this momentous task of placing the small bar down Frankie awaited the rush of nihilism that would surely come with the completion of a task that crushed her back into the real world, but instead she felt that familiar sensation of someone watching her. The one everyone has when unknown eyes linger too long. The unnerving feeling sent a shiver through Frankie, causing several more aggressive twitches to shoot down her left arm, almost knocking over one of the high towers of Hogwarts before Frankie pulled her wheelchair back out of the way making sure her uncontrolled movements didn't destroy her creations. Looking around for the culprit, Frankie didn't find anything. But of course she wouldn't find anything, there was nobody here. Frankie scanned the room once again as best she could. Of course this wasn't hard when you lived in a flat, even for someone with her condition. But Frankie had an eye for detail and she did find that somehow her Going Merry seemed to have found itself in a precarious position. A corner of the base which supported her proud ship was hanging over the edge of the shelf, "Hu, hu, hu, how?" Frankie muttered with a mix of fear and frustration. With any other item she would wait to call her dad in the morning. But if for some reason the Going Merry would fall off that shelf, well Frankie would be devastated.

Looking over at clock, it read 11:03. Frankie tried to curse under her breath. Tried being the operative word her and even the attempt for her showed just how serious this situation was to her. "Fu, Fu, Fu, shoot!" She couldn't even call her dad. He would come over, of course he would. But she hated to bug him with things like this. No, this was a time she would handle things herself! She was a grown woman after all. Rolling over into the kitchen, waving hello to the divot George when passing as was her custom, she grabbed the longest utensil she could find, her Winnie the Pooh Stirring Spoon. Pooh Bear was someone you could trust in situations like these after all. Rolling back to the shelf, again giving a solute to George the Divot, she activated the newest feature of her life. Something she rarely did because of how uncomfortable she felt doing it. She buckled herself in so that her wheelchair could stand her up. Rather fancy, or as Frankie through when she first saw it, pretty pimpin. This great feature would give her even more freedom within her apartment for situations just like this. Frankie felt incredibly uncomfortable doing it, however. The feeling she gained when she stood up was off; almost foreboding. Now, she was not afraid of heights mind you. No, never that. When Frankie was stood up, the biggest thing was that she felt like she was cheating. It wasn't her doing the work, she was just along for the ride. That piss… made her rather angry and perhaps this was the reason she felt so uneasy with it. This though, this was worth it. She would save Merry!

Merry gave everything for her crew. Fought against her own broken body to overcome and save those she loved. The Merry earned her life a million times over, but in the end she died for her love. No, she would save Merry if it was the last thing she did!

After her wheelchair took the minute it took to slowly stand her up Frankie pulled up alongside the shelf as close as she dared; lest her phantom limbs decide to go all Miley Cyrus. Once she pulled up to the point where she was already endangering her creations, Frankie tried to reach out with Winnie and tried desperately to stretch just enough to catch the lip of the model and push it back onto the shelf. But Frankie was just not quite tall enough. Then a brilliant Idea came to Frankie, she would back up her chair protecting her creations from her while simultaneously bringing her closer to the shelf. Frankie tried again as the few inches more room got her that much closer. She even felt a tap through her Winnie Spoon signifying that she indeed was able to just touch the base of the model. Holding her head at this backwards angle was a challenge for the woman, but again, she would over come this challenge. Frankie started rocking back and forth, trying to summon the stretch of the Gum Gum Fruit she tried with all her might to reach this precious ship. But calamity struck.

Instead of catching the outside of the base, effectively pushing the Merry back onto the shelf, she missed and caught the instead of the base. Rocking so hard her wheel chair was actually balancing on two wheels, and well gravity she's a… evil one sometimes. Pulling the wheelchair back to the ground pulled Frankie's hand back rather violently and it caught the lip of the Model's base perfectly causing Merry to pull right off the shelf. 'Sorry Pooh' was all Frankie thought as she cast aside the spoon and used all her might to overcome her bodies limitations. She stretched out her arms in an attempt to catch the miniature Going Merry. It looked like she just might be able to catch it, she would at least slow it down the Merry's terrible fall by getting her hands in the way. How ironic that it was the fall from Skypea that doomed Merry once, and it was this fall that would probably doom her again. But Frankie could reach. She had to!

The world slowed.

Frankie reached violently, her left arm barely obeying going out at an odd angle she didn't command it to. But she was working to bring it back to help out her slightly more obedient right arm. Frankie watched as Merry descended towards her hands with fear. But there was no hope, her arms wouldn't obey. She was going to miss the Merry. It would again fall to her doom.

No human should watch their favorite ship die twice. Frankie thought, 'Dangit Oda, you already made me weep once when I heard Merry's loving goodbye I won't lose her again. I can lose her again!' And so Frankie closed her eyes tight. Hoping for a miracle.

And a Miracle happened, rather coincidentally at exactly 11:11. If you happen to believe in such things.

She felt the ship land in her outstretch hands. Opening her eyes she marveled that she was holding on to a mostly intact Merry. Only the base of the model seemed to be slightly twisted, but that was easy to fix 'Is this what it feels like when Spiderman Catches someone he loves?' Frankie idly thought. It was then that Frankie, almost, noticed something. She could feel it, something was off about Merry but she hadn't quite placed it yet.

However, there was immediately another problem that jerked her attention away from her curiosities. Her attempts to catch the plummeting ship had brought her wheel chair to rocking up onto two wheels. Frankie could feel herself on the precipice: balancing on the worlds edge. Pulling the ship close to her in as gentle of an embrace as she could; the embrace of a sister, the embrace of a friend. The first thing that crossed her mind was, 'Merry, Sorry I'm dead.'

A smile of freedom cross Frankie's face then. An acceptance of fate. Pulling Merry to her chest in the closet thing to a hug that she could she cherished this one last act of heroism. She may not have done much in this life. But she built. She loved, albeit from a far most of the time. More than anything though, Frankie saved her friend, the Going Merry.

Then her wheel chair came back to the earth. Though not in the way that Frankie expected. All four wheels came back in contact with her laminate floor. Frankie waited with her eyes squeezed shut, protectively clutching onto Merry. But nothing came. Peeking one eye open she looked out and saw that she was fine. There she was with the Merry Model in her arms. Totally fine. 'Okay, Merry looked a little banged up but she's seen worse' Frankie thought. "Wuh, wuh, wuh, well old frah frah frah friend. Looks like we made it"

It was at this moment, just seconds before Frankie's clock changed over to 11:12, that a lightning bolt ripped through Frankie's Apartment striking exactly where she was currently held up in her wheel chair. Mysteriously, when the cops would arrive the next day they would find that the lightning didn't disturb anything other than punching a rather dramatic hole through the corner of the room exactly four feet in diameter burning a very interesting chaotic pattern into the floor board. If Frankie were there she would see the George the Divot had made it unscathed, something her dad would joke about when the pain would dull over time. But other than burns around the hole and the design burned into the floor the only sign of the lightning was a rather fried wheel chair. Very little evidence of the young woman was found, however. In fact, almost shockingly no evidence of the young lady was found other than clearly she would not have left without her wheel chair. With the front door locked upon arrival, the mystery of the situation started with the lack of a fire, but escalated to the fact that pretty much everything was untouched. All of the many decorations throughout the apartment sat perfectly in place. It would frustrate the minds of many for a short time, that there was no sign of Frances Kay Donnell. The true tragedy of the situation, beyond that of a woman loved by her family apparently zapped out of existence, was that this world would never know the adventures of Frankie Junior and all those she saved.

A/N.

Well, this is my first ever published fanfic. At this point I am not sure if anyone will ever actually come across this little piece of me I am putting out for to face internet's terrible wrath. Let alone, anyone making it to this point where you get to hear from me, Mac, directly. But thank all of you who did make it here, no matter how you felt about the experience, for the time you have given me to twist your ear with a tale rolling around in my head. I do not know if and when I will be able to continue this story because life is what it is. But, I certainly plan to. This being just the set-up for a larger story where an OC is taken to the World of One Piece, and beyond.

Post Script, this chapter is dedicated to all those who silently suffer with anything that they feel holds them captive. Especially to the young lady who inspired the OC, who is a friend of mine who bravely faces the reality of living with cerebral palsy and is the epitome of a quite hero. They shall remain unnamed because of obvious reasons, but I admire your unending strength from afar.

Post Post Script; And to any of those with Cerebral Palsy, I know little of the realities you face so if anything is completely incorrect please let me know and I will do my best to edit it. This is probably not going to be an ongoing aspect of this story, since it is a Gamer Fic the OC will be given a new body, as it were, I may vaguely reference it in the future and would love to know how to speak about this accurately. Feel free to comment your criticism.