Tony Tony Chopper

“Hello, ocean!” 

The beach was not a common sight for the DWMA students. True, their missions took them all over the world--but every time they had to head back home to that city in the Nevada desert. 

“But today is a beach day!” 

Patty Thompson was shouting to no one in particular. While her classmates were still unpacking the van, she already had all the belongings she needed: towel, umbrella, floatie ducky innertube, phone, Bluetooth speaker, magazines, cooler full of ice and drinks--all of which she carried effortlessly, practically skipping across the sand. She was wearing sandals, a buttoned shirt, a straw beach hat, and jean shorts--and with her swimsuit already on underneath, she couldn’t wait to take them off and dive into the inviting blue ocean. 

As she ran forward, she shouted, “Nothing’s gonna get in my way!” 

Almost immediately her face collided with the sand. 

“Umph!” She lifted up her head, spitting out sand. “What the hell got in my way--” 

Her tirade was interrupted by her phone landing on her head, as it had flown out of her hands when she tripped. Then the speaker. Then the magazines. Clutching her banged-up head, she waved her hand to get the papers out of her eyes--before her towel slowly floated down and landed on her head. She let out an annoyed groan. That’s when the cooler finished the job, its corner practically lodging into her skull. She laid dead-motionless for a few seconds. 

Then came the scream: “AAAAARGG!” Patty growled, throwing the mess up into the air, fire in her eyes, pounding her fists against the sand like a child having a tantrum. “Who is responsible for this--” 

While she was still lying down on her belly, her now sandal-less left foot felt something. 

“Hmm?” 

Touch, touch. 

She shrieked. 

“IT’S A FURRY BEACH TARANTULA!” 

Patty was on her feet, armed with the beach umbrella, ready to stab it downward into the hairy threat--when she saw a round furry ball atop the sand. 

“Huh--how did I miss that?” 

She poked it again with her foot. 

“Hmm…” 

She nudged the ball a little harder with her foot. 

“MMMM!” she whined, before she just stepped on it, slamming the bottom of her foot down hard onto the ball--

A stream of water splashed right at her forehead. 

“EW! Spitting beach tarantula!” 

Patty wiped her face with the towel, then she had a realization: 

“Tarantulas don’t spit water.” 

That’s when the ball started to cough, revealing who he really was. 

She looked more closely at the furball--and her eyes widened in realization. 

"Ah... I can't believe that worked." Chopper said as he walked forward in the line, figuring they'd get to the ride in no time now. His smile faded upon noticing Black Star and Patty harassing some guy for a picture like they were gangsters, prompting Chopper to rush over to the two and leap into the air, suddenly kicking Patty in the face with deceptive strength for his size, sending the girl flying backwards.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU JERKS DOING!?" Chopper looked embarrassed, his cheeks reddened as he profusely bowed his head to the mascot like a parent apologizing for their own child's embarrassing behavior.

"I'm sorry, sir! I'll make sure they don't go wandering off and messing with people again!" Turning to glare at Black Star this time, Chopper seemed almost uncharacteristically angry about this, grabbing the ninja's shirt collar to pull him to Chopper's own level.

"Lilith is one of Dr. Vegapunk's other versions! Ah, he's this super smart guy who split himself into 6 genius satellites because…" Chopper began to trail off, realizing he was getting sidetracked. With a sheepish chuckle, he glanced aside.

"You know, you've always been a great swimmer anyway! I think once we get the basics down with scuba diving, I think I can get Lilith and the other Punks to make us a spaceship! Then we can go to The Moon and take pictures!"

“Hello, ocean!” 

The beach was not a common sight for the DWMA students. True, their missions took them all over the world--but every time they had to head back home to that city in the Nevada desert. 

“But today is a beach day!” 

Patty Thompson was shouting to no one in particular. While her classmates were still unpacking the van, she already had all the belongings she needed: towel, umbrella, floatie ducky innertube, phone, Bluetooth speaker, magazines, cooler full of ice and drinks--all of which she carried effortlessly, practically skipping across the sand. She was wearing sandals, a buttoned shirt, a straw beach hat, and jean shorts--and with her swimsuit already on underneath, she couldn’t wait to take them off and dive into the inviting blue ocean. 

As she ran forward, she shouted, “Nothing’s gonna get in my way!” 

Almost immediately her face collided with the sand. 

“Umph!” She lifted up her head, spitting out sand. “What the hell got in my way--” 

Her tirade was interrupted by her phone landing on her head, as it had flown out of her hands when she tripped. Then the speaker. Then the magazines. Clutching her banged-up head, she waved her hand to get the papers out of her eyes--before her towel slowly floated down and landed on her head. She let out an annoyed groan. That’s when the cooler finished the job, its corner practically lodging into her skull. She laid dead-motionless for a few seconds. 

Then came the scream: “AAAAARGG!” Patty growled, throwing the mess up into the air, fire in her eyes, pounding her fists against the sand like a child having a tantrum. “Who is responsible for this--” 

While she was still lying down on her belly, her now sandal-less left foot felt something. 

“Hmm?” 

Touch, touch. 

She shrieked. 

“IT’S A FURRY BEACH TARANTULA!” 

Patty was on her feet, armed with the beach umbrella, ready to stab it downward into the hairy threat--when she saw a round furry ball atop the sand. 

“Huh--how did I miss that?” 

She poked it again with her foot. 

“Hmm…” 

She nudged the ball a little harder with her foot. 

“MMMM!” she whined, before she just stepped on it, slamming the bottom of her foot down hard onto the ball--

A stream of water splashed right at her forehead. 

“EW! Spitting beach tarantula!” 

Patty wiped her face with the towel, then she had a realization: 

“Tarantulas don’t spit water.” 

That’s when the ball started to cough, revealing who he really was. 

She looked more closely at the furball--and her eyes widened in realization. 

A look of confusion, but not anger. Chopper smiled in relief, having come prepared for the girl's typical aggression toward what could be looked at as a condescending action.

"Does a friend need a reason?" Chopper murmured softly, his head lowering to the ground as if in some deeper thought. "If someone who cares wants to show it, there doesn't need to be any deeper meaning behind it, right?" Chopper lifted his head to smile at the younger girl, a reassuring expression that let her know this wasn't anything to be concerned about.

The nature of these battles was only now dawning on the reindeer. Tia could be taken any day by another of her kind, returned to her world with nothing to show for it but the memories she made with Megumi and others. Having prioritized Kolulu at every opportunity, it was becoming clear to Chopper that if Tia vanished from this world tomorrow, she may have faded doubting the legitimacy of her friendship with him.

"That was fast!" Chopper commented happily, amused that his hoof was released and held again with so little time in between. Leading the way, he pulled Tia along by the hand in the same manner he'd often do with Kolulu, heading toward a rather extravagant looking cafe. Once inside, the reindeer lifted his head up to view the overlooking menu.

"Hm…"

@chopperpirate

Superman was one of the first ones on the scene when he heard that children were being experimented on! Pushing his ways to the frontlines in hopes to transport as many of the kids out of danger as quickly as possible. He smiled politely when he saw Chopper. "Hey there buddy, would you like for me to get you to a doctor?"

"I am a doctor- Ah! I mean, I'm a hero but I can get a doctor too if you want! My friend Chopper knows about… medicine!"

@chopperpirate

Nene tensed when she saw Chopper, No! No! No! She could not deal with any more supernatural creatures, she was separated from Hanako, she was in the wrong timeline, she didn't have time to try and figure out how fight this reindeer.

"I-I don't have anything for you! The mokke took all my candy!"

"I'm sorry?" Spoken in a confused tone, almost like he barely understood the language. The reindeer really didn't want to have to beat up a scared little girl if he could help it. He was more nervous than outright afraid, seeing how weak Nene appeared to be.

Chopper seemed to obviously be messing with her, unable to help giggling between thoughts, though with his head turned away from Momo, the laughter seemed more like snickering.

"Hunt?" This was a confusing concept to the reindeer, who had rarely encountered natural predators he couldn't reason with. Perhaps this was a sign that things in her neck of the woods became more complicated than he'd first left her with.

"Do you need help fighting bad guys?"

"Is Reindeer-chan in danger too?" The pirate remembered her enthusiasm for Christmas. She was kind and weak, the type of person the reindeer found difficult to abandon to monsters.

" So hungry--- and Fishmonger is being all paranoid today... ugg... and my attempts to fish didn't go so well... "

She rubbed at her belly as it growled!

"Hi Chopper!" Kolulu loudly called to her friend, waiving her sleeved arm up high in hopes the doctor would notice her. The young mamodo was wearing a light-pink colored kimono with lots of flower and fish scale patterns. When he and his friends approached, Kolulu's face lit up. "This is my big sister, Lori!" She would look up to the older girl accompanying her, whom giggled and waved politely.

"You haven't eaten yet?" Nico Robin frowned softly, a playful air of condescension to the response. The frown quickly replaced itself with a playful grin as she directed Tia's attention toward a candy apple stand.

"Oh my. One of Chopper's favorites is being sold over there." The mere sight of it made Chopper's eyes sparkle. Kolulu could already feel the reindeer's body excitedly shake on her shoulders.

"I'll cheat every law of physics I know if it means I get to go on adventures with my friends, especially you!" After a moment, he loosely hung from her shoulders, his hooved feet dangling off the ground slightly due to their slight difference in height. It was always tough to let his friend go after a hug!

“Hello, ocean!” 

The beach was not a common sight for the DWMA students. True, their missions took them all over the world--but every time they had to head back home to that city in the Nevada desert. 

“But today is a beach day!” 

Patty Thompson was shouting to no one in particular. While her classmates were still unpacking the van, she already had all the belongings she needed: towel, umbrella, floatie ducky innertube, phone, Bluetooth speaker, magazines, cooler full of ice and drinks--all of which she carried effortlessly, practically skipping across the sand. She was wearing sandals, a buttoned shirt, a straw beach hat, and jean shorts--and with her swimsuit already on underneath, she couldn’t wait to take them off and dive into the inviting blue ocean. 

As she ran forward, she shouted, “Nothing’s gonna get in my way!” 

Almost immediately her face collided with the sand. 

“Umph!” She lifted up her head, spitting out sand. “What the hell got in my way--” 

Her tirade was interrupted by her phone landing on her head, as it had flown out of her hands when she tripped. Then the speaker. Then the magazines. Clutching her banged-up head, she waved her hand to get the papers out of her eyes--before her towel slowly floated down and landed on her head. She let out an annoyed groan. That’s when the cooler finished the job, its corner practically lodging into her skull. She laid dead-motionless for a few seconds. 

Then came the scream: “AAAAARGG!” Patty growled, throwing the mess up into the air, fire in her eyes, pounding her fists against the sand like a child having a tantrum. “Who is responsible for this--” 

While she was still lying down on her belly, her now sandal-less left foot felt something. 

“Hmm?” 

Touch, touch. 

She shrieked. 

“IT’S A FURRY BEACH TARANTULA!” 

Patty was on her feet, armed with the beach umbrella, ready to stab it downward into the hairy threat--when she saw a round furry ball atop the sand. 

“Huh--how did I miss that?” 

She poked it again with her foot. 

“Hmm…” 

She nudged the ball a little harder with her foot. 

“MMMM!” she whined, before she just stepped on it, slamming the bottom of her foot down hard onto the ball--

A stream of water splashed right at her forehead. 

“EW! Spitting beach tarantula!” 

Patty wiped her face with the towel, then she had a realization: 

“Tarantulas don’t spit water.” 

That’s when the ball started to cough, revealing who he really was. 

She looked more closely at the furball--and her eyes widened in realization. 

"Yay! We're gonna go on the big one!" Chopper excitedly shook, looking up at the size of the coaster and seeing the people on it before them fly from the top of an incline to diving through a waterfall. It seemed their phones would be ruined if they weren't careful

“Hello, ocean!” 

The beach was not a common sight for the DWMA students. True, their missions took them all over the world--but every time they had to head back home to that city in the Nevada desert. 

“But today is a beach day!” 

Patty Thompson was shouting to no one in particular. While her classmates were still unpacking the van, she already had all the belongings she needed: towel, umbrella, floatie ducky innertube, phone, Bluetooth speaker, magazines, cooler full of ice and drinks--all of which she carried effortlessly, practically skipping across the sand. She was wearing sandals, a buttoned shirt, a straw beach hat, and jean shorts--and with her swimsuit already on underneath, she couldn’t wait to take them off and dive into the inviting blue ocean. 

As she ran forward, she shouted, “Nothing’s gonna get in my way!” 

Almost immediately her face collided with the sand. 

“Umph!” She lifted up her head, spitting out sand. “What the hell got in my way--” 

Her tirade was interrupted by her phone landing on her head, as it had flown out of her hands when she tripped. Then the speaker. Then the magazines. Clutching her banged-up head, she waved her hand to get the papers out of her eyes--before her towel slowly floated down and landed on her head. She let out an annoyed groan. That’s when the cooler finished the job, its corner practically lodging into her skull. She laid dead-motionless for a few seconds. 

Then came the scream: “AAAAARGG!” Patty growled, throwing the mess up into the air, fire in her eyes, pounding her fists against the sand like a child having a tantrum. “Who is responsible for this--” 

While she was still lying down on her belly, her now sandal-less left foot felt something. 

“Hmm?” 

Touch, touch. 

She shrieked. 

“IT’S A FURRY BEACH TARANTULA!” 

Patty was on her feet, armed with the beach umbrella, ready to stab it downward into the hairy threat--when she saw a round furry ball atop the sand. 

“Huh--how did I miss that?” 

She poked it again with her foot. 

“Hmm…” 

She nudged the ball a little harder with her foot. 

“MMMM!” she whined, before she just stepped on it, slamming the bottom of her foot down hard onto the ball--

A stream of water splashed right at her forehead. 

“EW! Spitting beach tarantula!” 

Patty wiped her face with the towel, then she had a realization: 

“Tarantulas don’t spit water.” 

That’s when the ball started to cough, revealing who he really was. 

She looked more closely at the furball--and her eyes widened in realization. 

"Lately I've been anemic. I get lightheaded and sometimes I don't remember sitting down where I wake up. Is that... related?"

Chopper happily clung to Black Star as he wound up in the picture with everyone, cheering aloud. "Woohoo! We need to get it framed soon! I bet everyone's gonna wish they were in it too! We might need to take more once we meet up with them..."

After the ride ended, Chopper ran out and started happily looking around for the nearest ride to conquer next. The Dugongs were already taking up plenty of line space on different rides, prompting the reindeer to nervously rub the back of his head.

"Ah... maybe... hm..."

The reindeer noticed that the dugongs weren't in line for a lot of the water rides, smiling a tiny bit wider despite his own inability to swim. Dugongs were so used to water that the rides did little for them, so it was a decent enough opportunity to get wet on a hot day.

"Oooh! One of you watch my stuff so it doesn't get wet!" Chopper requested of his new crew mates, tossing his hat and backpack aside before leaving them to decide who should keep watch until he got back.

A look of confusion, but not anger. Chopper smiled in relief, having come prepared for the girl's typical aggression toward what could be looked at as a condescending action.

"Does a friend need a reason?" Chopper murmured softly, his head lowering to the ground as if in some deeper thought. "If someone who cares wants to show it, there doesn't need to be any deeper meaning behind it, right?" Chopper lifted his head to smile at the younger girl, a reassuring expression that let her know this wasn't anything to be concerned about.

The nature of these battles was only now dawning on the reindeer. Tia could be taken any day by another of her kind, returned to her world with nothing to show for it but the memories she made with Megumi and others. Having prioritized Kolulu at every opportunity, it was becoming clear to Chopper that if Tia vanished from this world tomorrow, she may have faded doubting the legitimacy of her friendship with him.

Tia blinked her eyes slowly, not confused by Chopper's answer. But the mamodo child was contemplating how to answer. 'Does a friend need a reason?' He murmured to her. "I.. uh.." her voice was hesitant, but Tia would ultimately conclude with. "I guess not." She would recall how affectionate her friends Zatch and Ponygon were with each other. And it puzzled the girl.

While the reindeer gave her a look of reassurance, there were complex emotions in Tia's mind. Every day on Earth could be their last should the spell book be burned, so Tia, especially early on, was on edge. Even in good company like Zatch and the others. But the shield user didn't want to let her guard down, not wanting to risk a surprise attack.

"Hm…" Chopper smiled at Tia again, trying to figure out how to get her to lose herself in joy without wondering what motivated this sudden attempt at making her day brighter. Unlike Kolulu, Chopper figured Tia wouldn't take to dolls, piggyback rides, and making pillow piles out of every cushion they could find with the same level of excitement. As something came to mind, Chopper suddenly reached a hoof to grab Tia's hand gingerly.

"Lets go get some pie from a European Style cafe!" Chopper suggested, ready to lead the way to his favorite place in town. Tia didn't seem like she was doing anything prior to Chopper's sudden ambush. If there was one thing Chopper would have wanted to hear from anyone in his darkest moments, it was that he could get free pastries and forget about the worst of his life for just a few sweet minutes.