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Fanfic: Double Trouble

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by ilovemusic, Sep 2, 2011.

  1. ilovemusic

    ilovemusic Active Member

    Whoo *waves flag*, this fanfic is going to be a special one. I'm going to write one chapter, draw one chapter in a comic, write one chapter etc. That makes the fanfic a bit longer & I don't have to translate moves and expressions so much, what's kinda difficult to me. So here, tah-dah.

    Chapter 1 : The Lost Whatnots

    Raven Tooth ticked with her bloodred polished nails on the desk, what sounded like it rained inside the little house she lived.
    She hated the world. She hated herself. ´Why´, she thought, ´do I have to be like I am? I'm trying to find myself, but the way I'm living now I'm only losing myself.'
    That was true. As a real whatnot teen Raven wanted to find out her identity. Together with her friends Zara and Flynn she had been indie, emo, scene, hippie and everything between it. But none of those styles were really like she wanted to be.
    And since the gang became Gothic, she wondered if she was just a girl-next-door, that she just was a poser with doing all these things.
    She felt like she had to cry, when suddenly a heavy-metal tune sounded through the room. Her cellphone. Raven saw Zara called her.
    "Y-yes?", she asked. "I wanna talk to you", Zara said, "now. Please come to the city center."
    Half an hour later. Raven Tooth, Zacharia Ullmer and Flynn McFoxx were standing in front of the city hall which was exactly the middle of the small town they were living in.
    "And what did you want us to talk about, Zara?" The Scottish whatnot wobbled on her two army-booted feet.
    Zara smiled. "You all would agree with me if I say this is not what we want."
    "Yup. I can't stand skirts." Raven sighed and fiddled with one finger in her pink curls.
    "I have got an idea. It is small, but it can be something." With an euphoric move Zara pulled a paper out of her pocket.
    "What's this? 'The electric mayhem again performing in the muppet theatre.' Yes, and what's with this advertorial?" Raven rolled her eyes. Zara was always very impulsive and reckless. Another reason why she didn't get good results at school. All of them didn't.
    "Look at the picture, Ravy." Zara pointed to the picture next to the text.
    "Ehh, yeah? Those are muppets who made it, Zara. We can't start a band or something. Nobody wants a whatnot Goth band. We're just Lost Whatnots, those are all over the world."
    "Look at THEM!" Zara pointed to the round face of the keyboard player.
    "That's- Hey Ravy, he looks a bit like you! Green skin, orange nose... Only his hair is orange. And that guy looks like-- wait a second, Zacharia! That guy looks like you with sunglasses on and blue hair! And that guy, gee." Flynn blushed. "He looks a bit, umm, like me."
    Raven realized what Zara was after. They all looked like someone from that cute muppet band. And Flynn had a friend who looked just like the yellow girl, only he was a boy and he didn't wear eyeshadow and lipstick. And herself, she knew a girl who was totally fond of nearly all boys at the world, she looked a bit like the insane-looking drummer.
    "Zara," she said, "you are a genius."
    "Oh, I already knew that." Zara smiled arrogant.
    "Guys," Flynn said, "this means we found a good identity!"
    They began to laugh and run around the place. "We found it! Finally!"

    A few days later Zara was standing in front of the house of Raven.
    "You know," Zara said, "I did do some research, and I know which instruments we have to play. We've got a lot of work to do. I already did mine."
    She took off the cap she was wearing and Raven saw Zara's long, straight, black hair was changed into short, curling, blue hair.
    "Your turn," she smiled. "I managed the colours."

    "Umm, Zara... I don't know if this is such a good idea." Raven was sitting in front of the mirror in her room, a towel around her just coloured hair.
    "Me neither, but I did just do what seemed good to me. Look." Zara pulled away the towel.
    Raven saw that her pink hair turned the colour of fresh carrots. She swallowed.

    End of chapter 1

    Note: About the lost whatnots, I suppose that, if muppets were real(but that's the world we're writing fanfics in), there would be a few whatnots/background muppets who don't stay around the theatre but move to other parts of the world and start a new life there, just like humans.
    In this case, Raven, Zacharia and Flynn are the children of those 'pioneers', and they're called the 'lost whatnots', because none of the muppet in and around the theatre knows about their existence.
    If that sounded boring, I've got more muppet theories which will be convenient in the next chapters, so... ;P
     
  2. newsmanfan

    newsmanfan Well-Known Member

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    Lost Whatnots. Diggin' it.

    And what teen doesn't wrack their heart, mind, and soul trying to figure out where they fit in? Good start.

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  3. ilovemusic

    ilovemusic Active Member

    Okay, a little explaining about the next drawn chapter:
    The few weird words used: "Almahn" means as much as a man who lost his wife, not sure how to call it. "Ayes?" means "What do you say?". "Ahnee Ohayef Otga" means I love you. And the weird little sign next to someones head is a Japanese sign, a 'doki', which means a broken heart.
    I hope my handwriting is clear enough. Nah, this is not my handwriting, but I tried to write in capitals. Which FAILED.
    Chapter 2
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  4. ElectricMayhem1

    ElectricMayhem1 Active Member

    i love the pictures and the Alice Cooper poster:flirt:
     
  5. newsmanfan

    newsmanfan Well-Known Member

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    Great art! Had a little trouble reading the speech bubbles... Hey, Effie? I know you have Photoshop...you could try leaving the speech bubbles blank, then using the Type tool to create the words and inserting them that way, maybe? Not a criticism...I like your style very much! Keep it up! And Zoot especially looks great the way you've drawn him! Hey-- he has EYES! :cool:
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  6. ElectricMayhem1

    ElectricMayhem1 Active Member

    HE DOES HAVE EYES OMG!!!! i didn't notice
     
  7. ilovemusic

    ilovemusic Active Member

    Yes, Zoot's eyes in this chapter, and there's a longer theory why I drew it. Remember I wrote in 'she learnt me to see' he was hiding himself with his clothes? Anyway, here he doesn't care anymore about hiding, because Daisy died, and his only love was everything for him.
    I don't even wanna know how much paper I spoilt with doodling hideous eyes. After all, I chose this comic-like ones. I wanted to draw more detail, but he's just drawn to small.
    It will also be convenient in the next few chapters, because he's gonna be kind of mean at some point, and if he wears sunglasses is it not clear enough what he's thinking about.

    GEES I'M SO BORING!
     
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  8. ElectricMayhem1

    ElectricMayhem1 Active Member

    No your not boring and WHAT!!!!!!!! DAISY DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11
     
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  9. ilovemusic

    ilovemusic Active Member

    If there are going to be any questions about this chapter I wouldn't be surprised.
    Chapter 3
    It was a very chilly night. Zara´s breathe shaped clouds when it touched the cold midnight air. She had no reason to be on the road, anyway, no known reason. But the loving smile on her lips suggested something else.
    She was old enough to drive a car. If she would have been a human. Muppets and whatnots were not allowed to use a car untill they were 25, because they were often reckless and a danger for the other users of the road. Some muppets never reached their 25th year. They stuck on a younger age. It was the greatest fear of every young muppet to have a sticking-age under 25. Zara still remembered that when she was a young kid, she drew a line above her head every day, to see her length. Of course she didn´t grow much in one day, and that was the reason of much sadness and anger.
    But anyway, for a muppet Zara was too young to drive the car. But she didn’t mind, because she was driven by a crazy little thing called love. Exactly the song which was playing in the car´s radio.
    ´Hitch hike and take a long ride on my motor bike, until I´m ready, crazy little thing called love!´, the recognizable voice of Freddie Mercury sang.
    Zara had never fallen in love before. It just started with looking up muppets who really made it. She loved music, so she found the electric mayhem. And she immediately saw the saxplayer. His hair, his shades, the way he held his saxophone. It wasn´t love at first sight. She just thought he was ´cool´. Like she thought of the guys in a boyband or something. But this time it was different. She woke up the next morning, and suddenly a flare of happines burned in her chest. Thousand butterflies were flying in every part of her whole body. She just knew that had to be love, the waves of tingling feelings and the floating mind. Just like in the songs.
    ‘Crazy little thing called love!’

    Thirty miles from the place Zara drove was the muppet theatre. It was a quiet night there. Not only because of the chilly weather, also because of the last show. As usually, Bunsen Honeydew invented something totally needless. And as usually it collapsed during the show. It was some kind of machine against sleepless people. After all, the whole theatre fell asleep.
    That made it a quiet evening. Crazy Harry didn’t blow up any of the dressing rooms, Piggy didn’t hit anyone except Kermit. And Zoot began to get out of his bad depression. This show was the first one since weeks which made him laugh again. A bit. It was true that Lips helped him a lot, but after all he had to do the psycho work himself. He knew Daisy wanted him to go on. A few little things happened in the past days were just like messages from her.
    Zoot startled out of his mind when the doorbell of the theatre ringed. Unusually for the time of the year. Everyone closeted themselves away with a pillow, a cup of chocolate milk and a good book.
    A few seconds later the slow footsteps of Pops sounded. Some mumbling, and Pops shouted into the theatre hall: “ZOOT! ‘Tis for you!”
    Zoot raised one eyebrow. That was visible, he didn’t wear his shades anymore since Daisy died.
    Nobody ever came to visit him. Even Daisy not, during her life. No, she worked at the theatre. He saw her every day.
    He reluctantly walked to the reception of the theatre. Pops was having an animated conversation with a female whatnot, who was carrying a kind of big basket. She looked cute, orange hair, pink skin, green nose. Zoot realized she looked like his past love.
    The lady saw him, frowned, walked to him. No, it sure wasn’t Daisy. It was her sister, Sunny McGreen.
    Zoot never liked her name. She wasn’t happy, not with him, nore with her older sister. To her yesterday was filled with rain, but today also. And tomorrow.
    “How the HECK do you dare, Zterym Tuscam Kavil!”, she barked to the flabbergasted saxplayer. “You just LEFT him! You LEFT him!”
    Zoot wanted to say he didn’t like to be called by his full first name and that he didn’t know what she was talking about, but someone else took his turn.
    A tiny, high voice sounded from the basket. Zoot immediately heard it was a little child. Maybe even a…
    Sunny turned the basket a bit and Zoot saw an adorable little kid, it looked like Sunny. No, it just looked like her sister. Copper red hair, green nose, enormous blue eyes. But it had a blue skin…
    “Oh goodness”, he whispered. “Please say he’s an adopted orphan…”

    END of chapter 3
     
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  10. ElectricMayhem1

    ElectricMayhem1 Active Member

    wow this is so awesome, wait how did Daisy die?
     
  11. newsmanfan

    newsmanfan Well-Known Member

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    Effie, your English usage has improved wonderfully! BRAVA first for that! (No, I'm not being smug, it's not as though I recall much at all of the Latin or Spanish I took, certainly not enough to write well in them!) And then another cheer :) for your concept of Muppets "sticking at an age"! I LOVE that! That would explain a lot about the cast members hardly aging in 30 years...

    Nice description of a first crush. You prefer the Queen version of the song to Elvis or Cheap Trick? (Yeah...I was in high school in the '80s...I prefer Cheap Trick's. But the others are good.) And Zoot abandoning his shades?? Perish the thought! Someone, quick, notify Horatio Caine to come give him a good stern talking-to (with many deep, unnecessary pauses and emphases) about ALWAYS wearing your shades!! :cool:

    And wow...a kid? But...but...if Zoot and Daisy didn't even interact (and all the while she was working at the theatre? The MUPPET theatre? Did I read that right?), then whose kid is it? I don't think even Muppets undergo parthogenesis...

    Great story! Keep it going! :news:

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  12. ElectricMayhem1

    ElectricMayhem1 Active Member

    how did Daisy died?
     
  13. ElectricMayhem1

    ElectricMayhem1 Active Member

    i can't believe Zoot has a child *faints*
     
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  14. ilovemusic

    ilovemusic Active Member

    Heh, this fanfic takes place around a few years after the day Zoot met Daisy again.
    I first wanted to let the kid be an adopted orphan, as Zoot says, but this option fits better in de story.

    And it's not clear to me how Daisy died, anyway, she wasn't old, because her 'sticking age' was around, what shall I say, early thirties? That's not quite old. But anyway, I think muppets would be more vulnerable for all kinds of stuff just BECAUSE they don't grow older.
     
  15. ElectricMayhem1

    ElectricMayhem1 Active Member

    can u draw the little kid i want to see how it looks like
     
  16. ilovemusic

    ilovemusic Active Member

    Yes, you'll see him in the next comic issue. I can tell one thing: it's a boy.
     
  17. ElectricMayhem1

    ElectricMayhem1 Active Member

    yay wait wait wait how did Daisy die
     
  18. ilovemusic

    ilovemusic Active Member

    And at last... Chapter 4.
    Problems with the text? Just ask what has to be in it. It failed a bit, but still.
    (And yes, that's Idona from 'She learnt me to see', now without her Irish boyfriend. Maybe they broke up... Who knows. And yes, Idona seems younger than Zoot, but she's his older sister. Sticking ages...)

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  19. ilovemusic

    ilovemusic Active Member

    This chapter's gonna be fague.
    :D Hooray for annoying doppelgängers.

    Chapter 5
    Zara felt like her heart was going to jump out of her chest. She knew this was the moment. Now it was going to happen. She was going to meet the person who changed her life.
    She slowly walked towards the theatre. It was nearly 11 PM, but the lights were still on, and the clumsy receptionist was still sitting in his little room.
    She just knew her crush was inside the theatre. She didn´t know anybody else of the TV show crew, but she just knew he was inside. Sometimes there are things we just can´t explain.
    The bloodred carpet in the corridor muted her footsteps. Though, even if there hadn´t been any carpet, nobody would hear her anyway, because she was wearing casual sandals. She began to feel happy. During her Goth period she didn´t like her shoes. High heels. She had never been a type for being a girlish girl.
    She heard a voice from the big stage hall. Her heart gave her chest a few striking blows. She immediately recognized it. It was him. It was the saxplayer. She had been listening over and over to those show records untill she could faultlessly recognize it. And now it was like she was sitting in her room again with quite a few donuts and a Muppet Show record.
    "Holy g-goodness," she whispered. She couldn't think of anything else, or anything better.
    She needed all of her currage to look around the corner. Her eyes explored the velvet chairs, searching for something cute and blue. She found two results: one including the last requirement and one including both. That was Zoot. And next to him some other blue muppet girl.
    "Oh. My.", she whispered. "That. Is. Him."
    For some reason she expected to get angry or at least, be jealous of the girl. But she saw that they were the same on a strange way. Anyway, they looked like relatives and treated eachother like that. She marveled at the way she was thinking, too calm for her. She'd never been a social miracle or something.
    She let out a shaky sigh and tried to listen at the saxplayer, because she just heard he was up to tell something to his relative.
    It was a warm evening, exactly the evening after what might have been the hottest day in years.
    Zoot comfortably leaned against the thick trunk of an old tree and watched the sky. It coloured into shades people would mainly expect to see on lollipops or anything else.
    He lightly smiled when he heard the sweetest voice he knew. Daisy.
    "Hi dear." She joined his comfortable place and together they watched the sky.
    "Zoot.", Daisy suddenly said, "I want to talk to you."
    Her thin fingers entwined themselves with his. "I mean, seriously talk."
    "Anytime." He stroked her bright red hair. "What is there you want to say?"
    When he looked her in the eyes, he saw more severity in her face than he ever had seen before. "What's up?", he asked anxiously.
    She avoided his question and his concerned looks. She just stared at the bubblegum sky and said on a low tone: "You know, Zoot, I see the days of life as a roll of cookies. When you start to eat, you don't know how many you've got left, and you don't mind. But the more you eat, the more you're going to worry about the ones left. And you try to enjoy the last cookies as much as you can. Life's just like that. If you know you'll run out of days soon, you begin to enjoy life more and more. Zoot, just promise me one thing. Promise that you'll live like you're eating your last cookie even if I ran out of them."
    "What do you mean with that?", Zoot asked. He couldn't help his voice cracked.
    "Just promise." She took his head in her hands. Her eyes were filled with a kind of purity and search he had never seen by someone else before. He had to nod, if he wanted or not.
    "Then it's okay." She released his head and stared at the sky again, now just with a soft look in her eyes. "I didn't mean anything with it."
    She suddenly flattered her head against his chest and stroked his cheek.
    "I love you so much," she whispered, "so much."
    Zoot felt overwhelmed when she took his head again, kissed him and pushed him on the grassy ground.
    "No! LALALALALALA!"Idona stood up and hit her hands to her ears. "I don't have to hear anything about the private moments of my brother!"
    Zoot smiled. "Now THAT happens to be the most important part of the story and the second reason why I'm happy."
    "And still I don't- what?" She looked him in the eyes. "No. No. I don't believe this, bro."
    "I also first didn't", Zoot admitted not without a faint blush, "I even didn't know. Maybe I didn't want to know it or even think about it. But this afternoon Sunny McGreen visited me..."
    "... Daisy's sister with the creative vocabulary", Idona knew.
    "Right, man. And she brought me, well..." Zoot stood up and walked to the corridor. If he had known, he would have seen someone ducking. But he didn't know, so he walked to one of the little rooms. Idona followed him.
    "What in the name of Led Zeppelin is THAT?", she asked when Zoot showed a basket.
    "Look inside.", Zoot said, slightly irritated by his overreacting sister. That was one of the reasons they hadn't seen eachother for years, they just couldn't get along very good.
    Idona looked in the basket, gave a shriek and said: "That is your child, isn't it?"
    Zoot nodded and felt confused. This wasn't going like he wanted it.
    "Uhh, yeah. Mine and Daisy's. This afternoon Sunny brought it to me... his name is Lee Jones McGreen..." He accidently caught the disdainful glances of his sister. "Idona, I can't take care of him. I just can't! I have a full-time job here as a musician!"
    Idona narrowed her bright eyes. "That was an obstruction when you were in the mourning, remember? You just want me to take care of you, you-" Idona shut her mouth, afraid to say something where Sunny would have been jealous of. Zoot lowered his head. "I don't give a dang thing about myself." He sighed, considered if you would look up or not, lowered his head even more. "I just want you to take good care of him."
    A long silence followed. He slightly looked up to see what Idona was doing. She silently cried.
    When she saw he looked at her, she swept her tears away and said between clenched teeth: "Forget it." She turned around and ran away, away from the theatre.
    Zoot felt even more confused and slowly realized Lee Jones was crying.
    He took up the little kid. "Gees," he said to no one in particular, "Is there anything like an out-button on him?" He sat down and stroke the fragile baby head. He suddenly felt a rather strong hand on his shoulder. "You allright? Whazda' adorable baby?", a recognizable yet unknown voice said.
    "I'm desperate, Lips.", Zoot sighed. Lips took another chair and sat down next to the saxplayer. "Lemme guess, 't has somethin' to do with the little cutie and your sis?"
    "How do you know that?", Zoot asked amazed. Lips shrugged. "Sorry, but when I heard some screaming coming outta this room, I couldn't help eavesdropping."
    "That's okay," Zoot sighed. He felt how his friend wrapped his arms around him. Again. Lips had offered very much support in the past few weeks. Weeks? Months? He didn't even know it. "Just tell me,"Lips said. "Tell me what's going on." Zoot sighed again and again and told Lips the whole story.
    Lips scratched his head and said: "Well... You know... Zoot, I know that your job ain't the only reason you don't wanna take care of the kid." He hesitated a few seconds. "I know you're afraid for the person he'll become. You're afraid to be remembered of Daisy. Ain't you?"
    That was so true Zoot couldn't say a word.
    "Well... If this was sucha psycho TV series, you know, I'd say 'go home and eat a pizza'. But, since ya're eins, desperate, zwei, hurt and drei, my best friend, I say... I'm principled against this kinda thing, but... I'll take care of him."
    That was one of the many times that the trumpet player totally flabbergasted Zoot.
    "But Lips... I... Why do you want to do this for me?"
    "Because you can't give the kid a good youth if you're afraid for him. And I'll do it, on one condition. You are going to take care of all the mess which comes over him when he finds out you're his real father. Right?" Zoot nodded. "Better, I'll tell him myself." He shaked the hand of his friend and hugged him. "I don't even know words to thank you."
    "That's allright." Lips opened the door, and someone who had been listening at the door, tumbled into the room.
    "What in the... Omigosh!" Zoot couldn't help staring at the person who had been eavesdropping them. It was just like... a mirror. The person had blue, short, curling hair, a blue skin,a little yellow nose and some kind of vintage sunglasses.
    "Hi." It was a muppet girl. Or a whatnot. She smiled awkwardly, she missed one front tooth.
    "Who are you?", Lips asked. She stopped smiling, seemed to have some well-known cranky streak around her mouth- or she faked it, but it nearly looked too good for that- and mumbled: "Oh uhhh, I'm... Zara, yeah, I'm Zara."
     
  20. newsmanfan

    newsmanfan Well-Known Member

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    Very nice! Your insight into the character does come through, Effie. Zoot not wanting to keep around a living reminder of the lost love of his life is a realistic touch.

    I somehow really like the phrasing "Her heart gave her chest a few striking blows." And the feeling Zara has of being back in her room with donuts and a record player. And the life-is-like-a-roll-of-cookies analogy. The flashback is nice, but it threw me at first; perhaps some sort of separation from the rest of the text, a space or doing it all in italics or something, might help distinguish it from your present-day action?

    So, a groupie has not only eavesdropped on her favorite guy, but she's done so at a very private moment in his life! Yikes! That can't go well...

    Please write more. :news:
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