FoxFire Studios Present A Sonic the Hedgehog--Blood and Metal story Haunted Fantasies--Part Five By David Gonterman [mailto:dgonterman@aol.com] http://users.aol.com/dgonterman<---The FoxFire Web Site---Smut-Free Sonic the Hedgehog by Sega of America [http://www.segaoa.com] David "Davey Crockett" Kintobor by David Gonterman Kickaha and some or his dialog by Edward Becerra [mailto:edward@genesis.org] MechTail and some of his dialog by Paul Lapensee [mailto:butcher@iaw.on.ca] ____________________________ I've got to make this a quick one, some of the writers are giving me heck for my choice in cameos. There is a reason, and that will be shown somewhere below... ____________________________ "Disney just won't be the same now that Michael's retired. It's a major turning point for all of us in the company. Nobody knows what will be in the future. What I hopes to do is to get some fresh people and Toons to The Walt Disney Company to keep it fresh." "But how did you get over here in Mobius, Mickey?" Davey had an answer. "This place must have doorways to every other world in the known universe, including your's Mickey. You've must've stumbled through that door by accident. :::At this point Mickey scratches his chin.::: No time to explain that now. We've gotta find that door and get you back home. The writer's already catching heat from you *being* here!" "Ohmigosh, you're right!! I've seen this guy's web page; he's got potential with us. I don't want him to turn against us because of those lawyers I've got." "Lawyers! Humph!! He'll won't have to worry about any stinking lawyers! I'd roboticize them all before they even got . . ." Mickey was surprised at what Davey said. He didn't think that anyone from Sonic's Freedom Fighters would plan of roboticizing anyone. Tails tried to explain Davey to Cartoondom's living legend. "You see, Davey's real name is David Kintobor, who's father's Julian Kintobor, who became Doctor--ROBOTNIK!!" Is was on the all-caps word when a door was kick out over Davey, which pinned him to the ground, with the obese figure of the mentioned tyrant jumping up and down on top of him. "FOR THE LOVE OF MIKE!! It's . . . It's . . ." "It's his Dad, Mickey." The mouse turned to the two-tailed fox in utter disbelief, then return to the two Kintobors when the younger began to growl in rage, finding enough Herculean strength to power out of under the door, grabbing hold of the older's collar. The glowing eyes, the metal left arm, the "I . . . HAVE HAD . . . ENOUGH OF YOU!!!" through gritted teeth. "You know, Tails, I could see the family resemblance. heh-heh." Davey then began to do on Robotnik the mother of all Killer Instinct Ultra combos. Tails counted off the hits: 10 . . . 20 . . . 30 . . . "David." 40 . . . 50 . . . "David?" 60 . . . 70 . . . "David!" 80 . . . 90 . . . "DAVID!!" Mickey had to take the legs out from under Davey, making the tall cyberfox tumble over him. The fox's indignation turned to the mouse. "You realize that Clipping's a five minute major, so you, rat?" "Will you forget it?! You were performing Fatalities on a wooden puppet!! LOOK!!" The nearly beaten-up Robotnik that was finally allowed to fall still showed the hinges on the jaw and limbs. 'Pippkin,' Davey hissed silently. 'This has your name all over it.' This wasn't audible over the laments of a cartoon character old enough to get Social Security. "Don't you know that Mortal Kombat--" "***ROTS YOUR BRAAAIN?!?!?!?!?!?***" That made the three, as well as anyone else in a kilometer radius, jump. It sounded like a cross from Joan Crawford and Rita Repulsaa. "Phrack," Davey slumped for a moment and cursed, "Mom." The screech continued incoherently, but with another voice. "Damn it!!" . . . another voice full of anguish and fear . . . Davey looks around for the source . . . . . . to match the rage and fury of the first . . . THERE--Three floors down . . . . . . as a child, David Kintobor didn't take discipline very well . . . The Data Spear came out. A twist, and the stereo jack split into three, making a grappling hook." . . . suffice it to say that he makes Sailor Moon sound like a base . . . "DAVID!! DON'T--" Davey repelled down three balconies in a single leap . . . . . . That Mommy Dearest wanna-be's the source of most of my mondo bad memories . . . "This guy *is* a nut, Tails." "Grab on!!" Tails took Mickey's arms in his while showing him his patented Tail Spin. "We've gotta follow him." . . . And I'll be God *Damned* if that [EXPLETIVE] rabbit's going to dig them up . . . Davey booked toward an open door as the airborne mouse and fox reached the floor. . . . . . The right arm hooks out into a clothesline maneuver. . . . . . Another right arm holding a wooden paddle pokes out the open door as the first one closes into it . . . . . . The paddle begins it's swing it's way to the body it targeted . . . **SNATCH** Davey's right arm managed to grab hold of the wrist of that other arm before it returned into the room. Mickey breathed a sigh of relief. Tails was still shocked at that was being used as corporal punishment. 'You mean they *beat* bad kids where Davey comes from???' With a grunt that came from the pits of his soul. Davey spun around and nearly yanks off the arm of a facially-contorted, but otherwise good-looking, business woman and sends her flying over the ledge. It too was a marionette, as it landed with limbs bent the wrong way and the face did not move one centimeter. "My gosh, David," Mickey said sadly. "You must have the most dysfunctional family on record." He then turned to the room and found a very real, and very scared, little boy of about 10 years of age. He was curled up against the side of the bed, whimpering in terror and sobbing in despair. "More than you could know, Mick." Davey picked up the dropped paddle, nothing more than a short 2X4 with a 1X1 handle . . . And broke it on his knee. The child let out a ear-splitting wail of pain for a split-second, but immediately cut it off to look open-eyed at David Kintobor. "I *do* know, Davey." Mickey picked the terrified child up and tucked him in bed. "I've been chin-deep in stuff like this when you were still in diapers. :::He led Davey and Tails out::: Did I just showed my age there? Heh, sorry." He was chuckling as he closed the door, but then, as if he flipped an inner switch; his brow dropped; his smile left; he became as serious as a flatline. "I know why I'm here, guys. :::Points at door::: That was you as a child. Is it, Davey?" That made Davey look down in shame. Mickey waved it off. "David." That brought Davey's attention back to the mouse. "And it's just not at home, there's a whole lot of emotional baggage to log around. We still have the Public School system to deal with. If you look down at the floor, you can see several bullies questioning your sexual orientation." Davey looked down from the balcony, and he saw them. They were puppets two. "You crawled into a bed like the one I tucked that kid in, and stayed there for . . . Oh, heck, I don't care how long . . . You curled in that foxhole you made for yourself, pulled the covers over your head, and allowed the world that you think didn't want you to go on without you, didn't you. But, I'm glad to see :::Mickey digs in the pocket in his shorts::: that one day, you found a world outside your bedroom that welcomed you with open arms--this!" Mickey pulls out an America On-Line program disk. It appeared to softly glow as he held it up high, almost as if every ounce of Disney Magic was crammed into that 3 1/2 inch diskette. "I get a box of these disks every month. I don't have to *buy* disks anymore. heh-heh. How many people can you count that believes that can say that they finally got a life when they got on the Internet?" "And what about this mansion?" "This mansion, Tails, represents what Davey faces constantly in life. It's what he fights with every time he tries to find a reason to get out of the bed in the morning.. It's what's between him and his desire to believe in and make something out of yourself." "Pippkin." "An accusing attorney. Trying to take all this bad karma and turn it into a case against you; trying to make you feel guilty of being . . . well, just being." "And you, Mickey? What are *you* here for?" "Bait, Tails," Davey interjected. "That [expletive] *knows* I'm a closet Mouseketeer <'huh?' 'Fan of mine.' 'oh.'> He probably tricked you in here." "You may have a point. I managed to duck into the shadows and found our captor. It's easy when you're India Ink Black . . . __________________ Pippkin lounges in a swivel chair surrounded with security monitors almost laughing his head off. He had to keep an hand on it before it fell. A rabbit--Bunnie--dressed like Playboy with almost too much makeup on her face and a faraway look in her eyes offered the rabbit a martini. "I can't be-LIEVE it!! Mickey Mouse!! Man, it must be my lucky day!! I wanted to trap Davey with a bona fide Disney Toon--he'll won't be able to resist--but *never* in my wildest dreams!!" He turned to a cage where a squirrel and a coyote were held. "You know, Paul, I was thinking about using your girlfriend, you know, whatshername, Foxglove . . ." The squirrel tried to bat at the rabbit with eyes blazing. "WAIT TIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!! IT AIN'T ENOUGH THAT THROW-AWAYS GET DUMPED OVER HERE BY THE VOID! NOW WE'VE GOT MAIN CHA--" At this time, a clown fox with the same spaced-out eyes behind a white mask of greasepaint with happy expressions on it grabbed the squirrel's arm with a device in her palm. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The squirrel was drained of his power. His eyes grew dim as he fell weaker. he was pulled back into the cage by the coyote. "hhhhhhow?" The Rabbit laughed, and as if on cue, the Playboy Rabbit and the Clown Fox laughed with him. "I once had you Paul. I know your power even more than *you* do, and especially how to counter it. It's easy with these magical powers this raccoon graciously gave me." "Gave you, Pippkin?" the coyote protested. "They're no better than roboticized!" "Yeah, what do you want to do to us, you polyester creep." Pippkin only raised an eyebrow as he returned to the monitors and the rabbit by his side. The monitors showed a purple hedgehog with red hair having a picnic with a long-dead squirrel named Brent. . . The squirrel turns to the coyote. "I'm just glad that Davey's childhood hero's not Barney! He's try to kill us with that stupid . . . song . . ." Paul saw two bright cartoony eyes in the darkness, he could barely make out the three circles that made up the head. He whistled a line from a song that was older than Barney's but almost as sugary. The eyes whistled the next line. They both winked, and the eye's darted away. _______________________________ "I know where my door is now, guys. Here, follow me." The mouse led the two foxes down a side doorway and through a door marked "EMPLOYEES ONLY." "I do this all the time in the parks, just to tick off managers." They waded through a city block wardrobe with wall-to-wall costumes and puppets. Tails bumped into what he'll find to be the Auto-Automation Fiona, and yelped. He turned to Davey, who pointed to what looked like the human version of David Kintobor, but in a black mime costume with an almost-all-white death-like mask of greasepaint. "Do you think he wants to get us *all,* Uncle Davey?" "Well--" "Hey guys!! Over here! jackpot!" The two followed Mickey's voice, who had a broom in one hand and a rope in the other. He handed the rope to Davey. "Hold this. Be ready to tie that broom up after I'm done with it. Tails, I need you to turn on that faucet and bring two of those buckets over here." "Gotcha!" "Ready." Mickey then placed the broom leaning against the wall. "Don't try this at home, boys and girls." Bringing his hands together, he muttered some kind of incarnation. Stardust flew from his hands, corkscrewing into the broom. The broom sprouted arms and it's brush end of it divided into two legs. It's appearing to come to life! "Now!" Davey jumped on the now-alive broom and tied it to a nearby post. He returned to Mickey, who was picking up an axe. "Now then, when you've gotten your friends out of here, come back to this room, and chop that broom as finely as you can. You'll then have three minutes to get the heck out before the whole place resembles the Mississippi Flood." "Will do." "How did you do that, Mickey?" "Hey, ::the Mouse winked:: It's a kind of magic." __________________________ The two left that hallway and zigzagged hallways, passing unnoticed past other puppets waiting with bated breath for them. They came to two door that Mickey noticed. "The one on your left is the one I saw in that monitor with the purple red-haired hedgehog and squirrel--" "That must be Sonia. And this one." Mickey smiled. "I believe this is my stop, folks." Then he opened it. A beautiful Fairy-tale castle a kilometer high rose form the ground, surrounded by a park, which was in turn surrounded by skytowers that nevertheless were only dwarfed by this castle. The trees were decorated with white Christmas Lights and some light-hearted music can be played. "I think this is it, guys." "Really," Tails pouted. "I only got to know you for a bit." "I know, but here." Mickey made a videotape appear. "Something to remember me by." The tape label said; "The complete Mickey Mouse collection." "Wow! Thanks! wait til the kids back in Knothole see this! Good thing we got VCRs from that last raid . . ." Mickey turned to Davey. "We'll I guess I have to return to my world. Wait a minute. You've come from the same planet as I do. You can go through this door and return to your planet. I can help you get back to your hometown--" Davey waved it off. "No, Mickey. My place is here now, in Mobius, with the Freedom Fighters. I've gained so much in this world, and I don't want to give it up, even if I get to go back home." "I understand. It's been good to know you, David Kintobor." Mickey turned to leave, but Davey stopped him. "Here, take this." Davey handed Mickey a picture of another mouse. This one looked more like Fievel from 'An American Tail,' but had a long mane-like head of brown hair. "His name's Jonathan Brisby. You'll find where to get to him on the back. Something to help your talent search." "I'll look into it, David. Thank you." Mickey passed through the door and returned to his Magic Kingdom. He turned back to say one last good-bye to the two foxes. "Later on, Mickey," Davey said with a grin, "Oh, and by the way, Foxglove sends you her regards." "***WHAT!?!?***" SLAM!! __________________________________ Both MechTail and Kickaha were rolling over laughing at that last scene. Pippkin was completely shocked at what he though was a perfect plan going straight to hell. Bunnie and Vix had their arms around the rabbit in consolation, but they were pushed away. Pippkin got to the control board and punched keys like a maniac. He's got to have a Plan B made up pronto, if not, all that he has gathered will be stripped away from him, including his new body. "Everybody," he yelled into a mike, "converge into room 3562. Take out everyone there, Stat!" Suddenly, several CHOOMS!!! can be heard. Kickaha recognized it as Davey's power rifle. Some debris fell from the ceiling. Everybody looked up to see a *big* chunk of floor above them drop down one level, with Davey, Sonia, and Brent along for the ride. "PIPPKIN!!!" Davey shouted at full volume. "I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS FOR THAT! FIRST DEGREE COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT IN THE HIGHEST ORDER!!! THEY'RE WON'T BE ANYTHING LEFT FOR THE LAWYERS!!!" And MechTail and Kickaha said, "amen." _______________________________ To Be Continued. Like I said, I had to make it quick. (This file only took me 5 hours to write.) One of my fellow writers were threatening to pull out from my web page if I kept Mickey in there. I told him why--and by who--he got in here in the first place. Besides, he was a cameo, anyway. And now then, now that I corrected myself from this *MAJOR* left turn into Bumfrack, Egypt, (Which I did, intentionally, of course ;) ) I can go on with business as usual. I still got American Kitsune going, and Haunted Fantasies will be concluding this month. BAM will return after King Acorn's return to Mobius, see the new story by Holly Kraft on my story page. And in a couple more months, Firestorm will begin. Oh, and Note to Hysteria, Do *NOT* put Mickey in the Mobian Directory. He never was intended to be in this story in the first place--blame that rabbit, not me--and besides, in a way, he never stepped foot on the planet anyway. And besides, the way I brought Mick back hone is a whole lot better than using the only way some other person has of returning to his world, don't you think? FoxFire Studios