Hey there! This is just a short story I came up with. I don't have any kind of sequel to this particular short in mind, but do tell me what you think of it! Enjoy!
A lone Spin Doctor entered his apartment on the 52nd floor of an apartment complex in the Lawbot HQ. He lived in the upper class of his HQ, fairly standard for a Spin Doctor, much less a Spin Doctor level 10 which he was as a matter of fact.
He was holding what appeared to be Toon News for the Amused, an extremely odd choice for a Cog, but he had his reasons.
He had picked up a habit of swiping them from Toon's mailboxes and such, because he had grown curious to see things from a Toon's view after he had once gotten one off the floor of the Lawbot HQ. He probably shouldn't have read it but he was interested.
He especially hated the myth that if a Cog laughs, it dies. That was utterly ridiculous, why would they be made to blow up due to laughter.
Either way, He regretted it ever since that day as he found countless stories (countless for a Toon Anyways) all about Toons V Cogs.
It only irritated him so much, because every time it seemed like it was an innocent Toon versus these big ugly machines of depression.
"I'm not into depression Toons.." he mumbled to no one into particular as he pulled back the curtains to his window overlooking the view before him.
That was something he knew Toon's were missing out on. A view. A view overlooking the whole world before them. He could almost make out Toontown Central from his position. He was certain the Big Wigs' apartments above him could though.
At last he threw several stories into his couch as he smartly walked into his kitchen and set his coffee machine to start producing coffee in the morning. He didn't like having to remember what to do in the mornings.
Once that was set, he walked back to his living role and sat on the couch, picking up a book at random and giving it a read.
He was only 5 minutes in when he set it down and rubbed his temple. Why were the Cogs pictured as so ruthless? They acted like the Cogs didn't have remorse.
This Spin Doctor was no fan of fighting, as many Cogs were, so they simply never went out on the field to risk being engaged by a Toon.
That was something our Spin Doctor noted. The Toons always fired first. The Cog never got the jump unless the Toon was too slow to decide what to do or willingly yielded to them.
And then even without that, Cogs only depressed Toons, sending them back home safely every time without fail. Even if one was kidnapped, the Toon was unharmed every time another group of Toons came to the rescue. Meanwhile Toons straight up destroyed every Cog in sight. They took no prisoners and they only backed off when they thought they'd lose.
Yet the Cogs were the monsters. Uh huh.
He shook his head unamused by this self denial in those Toons then threw aside the book he was reading to read another.
The second story was basically the first. Toons in distress, Cogs are the reason. He threw that away as well shortly after reading the intro.
Book number three was much of the same. High ranking Toon has to overcome high ranking Cogs. Nope.
Four was something about a master plan against the Toons. The Spin Doctor really rolled his eyes at this one. Master plan? The CFO would never allow something so expensive to become a strategy, even after death his codes would stand and a Cog knew not to bypass codes unless the population agreed that it needed to change. So he threw that out too.
Book five, evil super cogs versus some pups, kittens, and other child Toon species. Never would happen, Cogs have standards and it's not fair to challenge a child.
This kept going and going and going. Toons are heros, Cogs are Villains. Toons save the day, Cogs try to destroy it. Toons good, Cogs bad.
"You'd think they'd try to mix it up a bit right? Maybe one Cog is good?" He asked nobody in particular as he tossed probably the 9th or 10th story he swiped.
Every story either had the Cogs as the main conflict or as one of several conflicts.
Suddenly his doorbell rang. He had just run out of stolen books so he wasted no time answering it. Fortunately it was someone he was quite familiar with. A short Ambulance Chaser with his pure white hat tacked with a Medical Symbol.
"Hey, it's game night. Are you ready to get over to the Cashbot HQ and see who wins the semi finals?" The Chaser asked, sounding almost upbeat and cheerful.
"Oh yea, it's Saturday. The Minglers verse the Yesman in the Soccer match," the Spin Doctor remarked. Since his Spin Doctor team had lost this season, he was rooting for the Minglers.
"They say the Yesman are underdogs, Spin. Be careful who you're cheering," the Chaser warned, but the Doctor just looked at him with a smirk.
"Bet. Got some spare cogbucks?"
The Ambulance Chaser fished in his pocket for a second then pulled out a crisp 100 cogbuck bill. "Bet."
The Spin Doctor flashed his own to signal that the bet was confirmed before he turned out his apartment lights and headed out of the door.
"Either way, this'll be a nice night of pool, drinks, and relaxation," the Doctor insisted, which got an approving nod from his colleague.
"Indeed it will be. Especially when I win," the Chaser confidently spoke.
Our Spin Doctor could only shake his head out of the eyeshot of his friend.
The elevator dinged as they approached it, opening its doors for them to get in. The Chaser pushed the ground floor button, automatically shutting the doors of the elevator and beginning it's descent.
"Those Toons better hope they never have to verse me at Pool. I'm a champion at it," the Chaser taunted but the Spin Doctor remained unmoved.
"Yea. You sure were a champion last week with that final shot," the Doctor fired back reminding him of the utter failure of a shot in sinking his last striped ball instead managing to knock in the Spin Doctors final ball instead.
"We don't talk about that one ok?" The Ambulance Chaser said, crossing his arms and looking away.
"Sure, sure," the Doctor responded giving a friendly pat on the back of his friend.
The elevator dinged again and the two exited it, heading for the exit doors.
"Ah whatever. Who says Cogs can't have fun anyways?" The Chaser said, trying to recover some dignity.
"Ha. Right. Who would say Cogs can't have fun..?" The Spin Doctor copied wondering how much different it could have been if the Toons had just waited when they had first arrived.
After all. The Cogs were made by the Toons for the Toons.