Hi everyone! I know this is so early for an update, but I had this chapter prewritten and I couldn't wait any longer! The next one might come in the next week or so though. So without further ado here's the next chapter. Enjoy! :)
CHAPTER 1: THE VISIT
"Nice to see you Mr. Plotz." The guard said with a friendly smile opening the door.
Plotz nodded in acknowledgement passing the guard and making his way through the gates. The place he was in was somewhere he wished he was anywhere but. It wasn't the most comforting place. The entire building and area was covered with twenty foot tall fenced walls with spiked wires at the top. The building itself had two watch towers and looked like the cross between an asylum and prison. To make it even more uneasy was how the sky was a cloudy grey. Just what Plotz needed, a gloomy day to match his nervous state.
The CEO makes his way to the doors being led by a more stricter looking guard. Into the building the guard brought Plotz pass the cells. Inside these cells were dark and suspicious looking characters. Here and there you found the common criminal or even a troublesome toon gone rogue. None of these characters though would compare to the one person he'd have to meet after three decades.
The guard and Plotz were now walking down a lone hall. At the end of this hall was a single metal door. The door unlike the more advanced security type ones belonging to the other prisoners was only kept under lock and key. Another guard stood in front of the door blocking the small window on it. The guard leading Plotz halted.
"Mr. Plotz is here to see him." He said monotoned.
The guard at the door looked to the CEO. Then he returned his gaze to the other guard nodding. Plotz watched as the guard turned to the door and began flipping through the keys on his hey ring. The guard with Plot turned to him.
"I must warn you. He may seem harmless, but don't buy the act." He warned. "Sure he's on a slight probation, but I still don't trust him and neither should you."
Plotz felt the slightest offended by this. He was no fool, he knew plenty about this toon to be aware, but he nodded anyway. A loud clank had them turn to see the other guard had opened up the door. Plotz gulped now feeling more nervous than ever, but walked in with the guard following.
Inside the room was barely lit except for the lone light shining on the small table in the middle of the room. Plotz could make out the silhouette of a bed in the right corner of the room. That along with the silhouette of someone sitting there. It wasn't until Plotz entered the room did he hear the repeated sound of rubber hitting the opposite wall. The sound halted with one last boing as the person caught the rubber ball with one gloved hand. On this hand was a hand cuff followed by a metal chain to his other arm which was also cuffed. The person, though not as visibly seen, turned his head to his company. Even in the dark his toothy grin could be seen a mile away. With the creak of springs from the old bed he stood. The sounds of chains also came as he made his way over to the table. Plotz managed to be calm and collected and sat down on the opposite end. The toon took a seat as well looking at the CEO through the wall of glass that divided them. With his chair tilted back he placed his feet upon the table and had his hands behind his head in a calm manner.
"Well, well, well." The toon said in a surprisingly high pitched voice. It had mixed tones of mockery and snarkiness. "Finally decided to visit?"
Plotz made no reaction to his mocking tone. "You know the rules-"
"Ah those blasted rules!" The toon exclaimed in a sarcastic way. He laughed in the most maniac way (think Joker) making Plotz cringe. "You know they oughta be bended just the slightest. I get so lonely without the company from the famous Plotz."
Plotx doubted that very much. "As if we would do such a thing for a psychotic toon!"
The toon turned his head to Plotz. In the darkness a smirk came on his face. "Aw you flatter me Plotz!" He giggled. "I prefer the term crazy though. It just rolls off the tongue don't you think?"
Plotz scowled as the toon began another fit of laughter. The toon only took in pleasure in the man's scowl. For him it was nice to see he hadn't lost his touch. The toon readjusted his seat to it was flat on the ground. Hands folded over on the table they showed in the light. The weirdest thing about his gloves was they were a shade of blue instead of the normal white. In the light you even saw the cuffs on his wrists. They were made to imprison toons. Their job was simple: stop the toon from using his toon skills and deny access to his hammerspace.
"Now that I've gotten my fun." The toon began. "Mind if I ask one teeny weeny little question?"
Plotz looked to the figure suspiciously. "What?"
"Tell me. How have my sibs been huh?" For once in the entire conversation did the toon sound the slightest bit concerned.
Plotz though wasn't sure if it genuine or he was playing with his mind. "Just like you. They're locked up."
The falter on the toon's grin wasn't seen, but he wanted kept that way. Then he regained his grin. "Now tell me. What have those marvelous Warners been up to? Last time I heard you locked the kiddies in a water tower!"
He shrugged. "Or maybe it was some rumor. Who knows? I mean a few decades with no outside trips and you do begin to stay out of touch with the world."
Plotz had a look of annoyance on his face. "Now why would I tell you about that?"
The toon placed a hand over his heart in mock shock. "What? I can't even catch up with the Hollywood gossip anymore?!" He grinned. "All I wanted was a little gossip. Can you blame me? I mean the newspapers stopped coming in so long ago."
The toon reached into his jacket and this had the guard come on alert. The toon rolled his eyes in the dark. "Will you relax?" He then pulled out a small plane made from paper with a smirk on his face. "Just wanted to show Plotzy why they stopped bringing in the papers that's all."
He turned to Plotz twirling the plane in his hands. "All you do is make a couple paper planes-"
He then threw the plane. It swirled into the air making several loop de loops before escaping through the air holes in the glass. The tiny plane whipped around Plotz making him wave his hands around in the attempts of making it go away. Instead it flew back up through the little hole and gracefully landed in in the toon's hand.
"-and they think you're up to something." He put the plane inside his jacket and then grinned at Plotz.
"Now would a innocent toon like me do such a thing?" He asked in the sweetest voice he could muster batting his eyelashes innocently.
Plotz frowned. "With you it's most likely."
The toon raised an eyebrow with a bored expression. "Talk about mood kill there Plotzy."
He then moved his chair back to it was on a tilt. He made a humming noise as if was wondering what to say next. The humming stopped and the toon looked to Plotz with a wild smile.
"Say...any chance I could meet them?" He asked with an unknown light shining in his eyes.
Plotz didn't like how the toon was acting. It felt so unnerving when he smiled like that. "W-what are you talking about?"
The toon tilted his head. "Why the Warners. Wasn't that clear?"
Plotz looked to the toon like he was out of his mind...which he indeed was. "Are you insane?! The day someone let's out you from here is the day I can call the Warners sane!"
The toon didn't let his wild smile falter. In fact it seemed to only heighten. "Well then I can't wait for that day to come."
"Sorry to interrupt." The guard began. "But you time's up sir."
"Thank heavens." Plotz muttered under his breath. He had enough of this toon.
The toon looked to Plotz. "Well it's been nice seeing ya Plotz! What do you say? Another meeting in oh maybe twenty more years? Or how about tomorrow?! I can wait!"
Plotz said nothing and walked out with the guard glad to be leaving. The door closed with a large thud. Inside the toon waited until their footsteps faded. When they did a mad grin, mad as in crazy, creeped up on his face.
"Or maybe…"
He reached inside his jacket pulling out the small airplane. Unfolding the paper he turned his gaze on the small ball point pen that had made it's way from Plotz's front pocket to the folds under the plane's wings. The toon quickly unscrewed the pen and began looking through it's mechanics. His mad like grin came back seeing the one part with a sharp end. Just thin enough to slip through a keyhole similar to the one on his cuffs.
"...I won't have to wait at all." He began laughing out of control in the most maniac way possible.
What's Plotz doing here? Who is this guy? What's he going to do? Will I stop asking these questions? Yes! (to that question) Once again please review!