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Captain walked through the bustling, loud city, passing by groups of people...
Voices carried in the air; some casual and natural, others exaggerated, recognizable and, ultimately, rather iconic.
"O-oh!! P-pardon me... d-dear sir... I-I don't mean to frighten...", a whispery, cracked, raspy voice carried through, followed by a gasp.
"Oh, dear God--! Wh--," a man spoke, looking up at the character speaking;
Red eyes aimed down from a tall, gaunt figure with pale, sickly, green skin...
Its seamlessly hidden arm unveiled itself from thin air as three long, spider-like fingers opened, gingerly and carefully.
The character knelt, an awkward expression crossing his face.
"Yeah-- y-yeah, couldn't help but notice that this fell out of your pocket...? I-I'm sorry to bother and all, but--", he stammered, holding a black wallet.
"Oh--!! Nonono, you're fine-- holy shit, thank you!!", the guy responded, clearly shocked.
Captain chuckled...
"Not so scary, huh? That's Salad Fingers, bet you can guess why they call him the friendly stranger", he called as the tall, shy character looked over, slightly taken aback.
"Oh--!! Captain!! Y-you're already set up and all?", Sal asked as the man walked off, looking back once or twice.
"Yes, I am, Sally... and I tell ya, this place has NOT been forgiving... to me", he stated back, placing his hands on his hips near the end of the sentence.
Salad Fingers laughed, sighing...
"Dear me, it's been quite the rough start on m-me, too... say, have y-you any f-feedback from the others?? I-I... presume Pico's been rather... a-apprehensive and... fr-frightened himself, n-no doubt about it...", he continued, leaning down to Captain's eye level.
"Oh, yeah, ol' Ginger's been more nervous than you are!! And that's definitely a feat, Fingers", Captain responded before Sal scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, piss off", he laughed, turning away and looming over him once again.
Captain laughed as Sal walked off, waving.
"Sorry, but I-I've worries to tend to...! Until w-we meet again... s-sir...!", he called as Captain waved back.
He chuckled, turning back around.
He pressed on again, scanning the streets;
The news blared, an anchor reciting the newest story;
"Toons in the real world...
Yes, what you're seeing is certainly an absurdist reality, but it goes a bit deeper than that; any words, Tom?", she started.
Another voice sounded, continuing;
"Yes, see, these toons aren't just any toons;
See--
These guys aren't your Daffy Duck, Roger Rabbit or Mickey "Corporate-Figurehead" Mouse;
These are the toons that, quite honestly, scarred one generation and inspired another... the ones you watched too young as a kid on YouTube and your teacher probably watched in high school when they first came out.
This is your Happy Tree Friends, Salad Fingers, Madness Combat, Pico's School and Tankmen...
Toons that more often than not have blood, bones and souls written into them, not just some rubber and money;
See, these toons aren't made to tend to your kids and censor themselves to make you happy.
They're more like average people than you could possibly imagine...
Because they're MADE by average people", the other anchor spoke as Captain passed, actually feeling kind of touched.
He looked to the right, catching Doki and Nabi walking alongside someone in a Beastars hoodie, seemingly interested.
Just past the TVs to his left, a group of teens surrounded Boyfriend, who was clearly eating up the attention.
The group clamored as he answered questions and tried to address each person, not really looking overwhelmed...
Rare, but welcome.
Captain waved as BF threw up a peace sign, getting back to the group around him.
"Man...! This place might actually end up being worth it... and that's fine by me", Captain sighed to himself, continuing his walk.
He looked to his left again, this time spotting an unusual real world person dressed in official attire...
Suit, tie, face mask and gloves.
He slowed down, watching the figure...
The guy stood perfectly still, watching him.
The air felt tense until he stopped completely.
The figure left, blending in with the crowd once again.
Captain pressed forward, slightly concerned, but ultimately brushing it off.
John opened the door to the building, met by a human in a red uniform.
He held a pair of silver keys, sighing as he handed them over.
"Well, here you go... John Utah, right...?" He asked, seemingly apprehensive.
"Yeah, that's me. Just here to get settled in," Captain responded.
The human knelt down, narrowing his eyes.
"Settled in... right. Just don't make too much noise or use that 'Toon Force' thing that you guys have been known for--", he was cut off.
"Uhh let me just clarify real quick--... no, we don't HAVE toon force most of the time. I'm not some dangerous, manic lunatic, so PLEASE don't address me like I'm going to blow your head off for looking at me wrong," Captain suddenly interjected.
The human arched an eyebrow.
"Well, thank you for the correction, Sergeant... but I--", he was cut off again.
"Listen-- sir, I've been cordial so far, even through your dirty looks and clearly condescending attitude, so don't think I'm stupid, either.
I've noticed that from the moment I walked through this door, you immediately assumed I was going to be some dangerous, impulsive caricature rather than a human being... and that was bad enough, but you go further and mock my WAR title?
I went through hell behind the scenes while you sat comfortably at home, probably LAUGHING at what was shown on screen.
It's our FIRST DAY, man, show us some form of respect...!
Because GOD KNOWS we've done so for YOU," Captain explained as the human grew visibly uncomfortable, still knelt down.
He was quiet, standing back up...
"My apologies, sir...
You may continue to your quarters," he winced, clearly still uncomfortable and trying to process what he'd heard.
Another human approached as he walked away.
"What was that all about...?", she asked.
"A toon, Mrs. Johnson... thing was surprisingly well-spoken and observant", he responded.
She was quiet for a second, disgusted.
"I'm sorry-- thing...? Good God, no WONDER he was upset...!" She snapped back, scowling.
"It's a CARTOON CHARACTER!", he stammered, trying to reason.
"No, he's a fully-developed HUMAN BEING, you neanderthal!! Don't expect to keep your position, Hunt.
You couldn't follow the simple policy of making our homes feel like home.
What you did was textbook discrimination, drawing or not, he didn't deserve what you put him through," she explained, clearly angered.
He looked down, angry yet disappointed and somewhat guilty.
She noticed, turning away.
"Don't come in tomorrow.
You might as well have just spat on a veteran", she finalized, walking away.
Captain was in his sector, setting his things up.
The anger had faded, but he still felt hurt and honestly, uncomfortable and unwelcome.
As he placed a large rifle above his desk, he heard a knock.
"Hello...? Sergeant John Utah..?", a voice called.
He winced, expecting the worst...
"God... bastard probably yapped off to management...", he grumbled.
He opened the door to find a woman in the same red uniform.
She had nearly black, textured hair styled in a soft afro, a roman nose and a warm yet saddened look in her hazel eyes.
"Hello, I'm so sorry to bother..!
I'm Ferrah Johnson, management here at Rockwell.
I heard you had a... rather difficult interaction before being directed to your apartment...?", she asked, calm and upright, not condescending or sarcastic like the last human.
"Yeah... yeah, I did... is there a problem..?", Captain nervously asked.
"No, not at all, Utah! I'm simply here to apologize for how our... ex-employee directed himself in front of you.
You're in good hands, so don't expect something like that to happen again as long as you stay here.
Everyone is welcome here, and I will always make sure of that," Johnson responded, a warm smile crossing her face.
Captain looked up, pleasantly surprised.
"Well--... well, that's definitely a welcome surprise, ma'am...!" He chuckled.
"It shouldn't be a surprise to begin with... for anyone", she sighed.
He nodded, holding a hand out.
She shook it before turning away.
"Don't worry, Utah... this is just a beginning step.
You may not always meet good people, but when you do, try to keep those people in mind", she stated, calmly walking away.
Captain waved, taking the words to heart.
He closed the door, looking back at his things.
"Man... maybe humans aren't so bad after all...
I can see myself getting settled in here, actually...!" He chuckled.
He went to get into bed, glancing at the window for a second.
In the corner of his eye, a shadowy figure stood.
He immediately snapped his attention to the window, startled.
It was the figure from earlier.
"What the hell...?", he muttered, getting closer to the window...
He felt a chill go up his spine as the figure stood, simply watching...
He didn't move away like last time.
It dawned on him that he was STUDYING THE BUILDING, trying to map out EXACTLY where he was.
"Okay, fuck ALL OF that!! I'm not dealing with this shit," he panicked, grabbing his phone.
He dialed the local number, his breath slightly shaky.
After a few seconds, a voice sounded.
"Police speaking, how may I help you...?", the responder spoke.
"Yeah, hi--
It's my first day here, and I have reason to believe that I'm being followed??", Captain spoke.
The responder froze.
"And this is...?", he asked.
"John-- John Utah...", Captain responded.
"Like the Tankmen character??", he tried to stifle laughter.
"Yes-- why are you laughing..!? I'm pretty sure I'm being STALKED!", he choked, clearly scared.
The responder immediately snapped back to reality, stammering.
"Shit-- sorry, g-got a bit distracted-- listen, we have a detective here that specializes in stalkers, he's solved hundreds of cases.
Again, VERY sorry," the guy sounded genuinely worried and regretful as he explained.
"Alright-- yeah, get that guy on the phone...", Captain quietly requested as the figure remained standing...
A few seconds passed, the fear and tension rising steadily in Captain...
The phone suddenly picked up again.
"Hello, this is Detective Lexi,"
A tired, sighing voice responded through the phone.
"Yeah, this is John Utah... just moved into the local apartment building--
I-I'm pretty sure I'm being stalked... it looks like some official guy, probably a cop???
I don't know, I-I just wanna be sure I'm not on the radar for anything, just in case it IS a legal agent," he stated.
Lexi paused.
"No, you're not gonna be on the radar for anything--
Your name isn't even in our books yet...
You just got here, correct...?" He asked.
"Y-yes, just moved here this morning...", Captain answered, his voice now trembling.
"Noted... is he still there?" Lexi asked, now feeling a bit of the stress from the other end of the line.
Captain looked back out the window.
Sure enough, the man remained, but was visibly CLOSER.
He gasped, immediately choking out a response.
"Yes-- y-yes, he's on the move, I don't have any idea what to do-- it's illegal for a toon to attack, much less shoot a human, even in self-defense!!!" Captain choked, shaking.
Lexi went quiet.
"I'm sorry... did you say you were a toon...?" He asked, his voice low.
"Yes--!! Yes, I-I can't do ANYTHING in this situation!! He's not fucking leaving, I can't--", Captain hyperventilated as Lexi sighed...
"I'll be there shortly.
You may not be able to do anything, but I doubt that'll be a problem for another human", he grumbled, clearly hesitant.
Captain went to say something else, but the phone hung up.
His eyes widened as he looked back up, finding that the figure hadn't moved again yet.
He simply backed away, shaking as he processed the situation...
A war veteran, unable to use the weapons he owned to defend himself.
As he spiraled, he thought of every terrible outcome...
Stabbing, kidnapping, chemical attack or worse.
He felt his mind snap out of it when the figure turned his head, headlights approaching.
He watched as red and blue lights flashed on, the figure booking it as a long, sleek, pitch-black car pulled in.
Sure enough, a formal-looking human in dark clothes, a deep crimson tie and black dress shoes stepped out of the vehicle, flashing a gleaming, silver long-barrel Desert Eagle.
He shook his head, walking around to the front.
In a matter of minutes, he was at the door, knocking.
Captain rushed over to open the door, almost excited to meet the detective.
He swung it open only to be met with an exasperated, unimpressed and burnt-out man.
He backed away, now hesitant.
"Hello, Utah.
It seems you certainly weren't wrong in your call tonight...
It's been a long time since I've come across a stalker this bold... and that's around 12 years.
Been in the business for 22...", Lexi stated, fixing his tie.
"Jesus... you... you've been a detective for a long time, then, huh..?
That's an incredible amount of experience under your belt...", Captain chuckled.
Lexi arched an eyebrow.
"Thank you, sir...
And yes, I have.
It's a strenuous job, really...", Lexi answered, looking around.
He spotted a few war medals, his eyes widening in surprise.
Captain fidgeted with his gloves, nervously watching as Lexi turned back to him.
"You're a war veteran... from the medallions on each sleeve, I presume a captain?", he observed, eyeing him closely.
"That I am, sir.
Tank operative, sergeant in command and a captain for around 30 years, and I still function as such", Captain stated, dusting off his chest and standing proudly.
Lexi chuckled...
"Easy for a toon, huh?" He tried to joke.
Captain sighed...
"Not for a Newgrounds toon.
Adult cartoons don't play nice like a kids cartoon would...
Behind the scenes, I had to deal with horrifying things that still haunt me to this day.
Mangled bodies that lived through it all only to be shot dead as they crawled to their comrades... or worse, live to tell the tale.
A man that was supposed to be a father had his head blown to pieces by a sniper, and I only found out hours after it had already happened...
What I lived through is just as real as what happens here", Captain lamented as Lexi's eyes widened.
"Oh... I--...
I'm so sorry, sir, for my insensitivity", he stated, seemingly genuine in his words.
Captain sighed in relief, flicking his wrist.
"Hey, at least you actually apologized! Most humans would rather ignore our suffering instead of come to terms with the fact that we suffer... because that would make us equals! And that's real scary to most of ya", he chuckled back, trying to feign humor.
Lexi felt a pang of regret and sadness as he heard that line, sighing...
"Well, that's certainly an unfortunate situation, Utah...
But we need to get something straight before I ultimately leave.
You're not the only toon to call about strange, official-looking men appearing close by and following them home", Lexi dropped as Captain's blood ran cold.
"Wait, what?", he responded, terrified.
Lexi nodded.
"You have experience in war.
You have a chance of escape, as you're the most fit for such measures, and you, as a captain, have experience in stealth training...
What I'm saying is, we're launching a full-blown investigation, starting tomorrow.
Be ready by 10", Lexi explained, taking a photo of Captain before turning away.
"WHAT!?" Captain yelped, completely floored.
He stammered, chasing after Lexi as he left, but ultimately had the door slammed in his face.
Captain felt dread and terror creep into his mind, imagining the other targets...
"Oh... oh, my God...", he whimpered, covering his mouth.
Lexi arrived at his office ten minutes later, looking up at a board.
"Alright... so that's another call to add to the list...
Get this printed, and that'll be it for tonight", he quietly spoke to himself, connecting his phone to a printer.
Photos of different characters were pinned under different notes;
"Toons possibly targeted/stalked; all reported being followed."
"Similarities between each description;
- black clothing/uniform
- threatening and imposing stature, possibly points to targeting weaker, disabled or young toons, only going after a few notably stronger victims
- silent and seemingly professional
- first appearances are always mid-day while all others occur at night
- 5 of the targets were teenage boys, aged between 14-17
- sometimes documented in groups of three or four, possibly to overpower and overwhelm victims"
[Detail: targets the 'easy ones' first, but are easily turned away.
Human intervention immediately discourages the suspects.]
- 'I don't know how much longer I can actually run, th-these freaks aren't letting up...
If I don't call again, just assume the worst and try to find me...
Dead or alive, try to f___king find me-- [intelligible; possibly crying]'-- Melvin Macabre, 28; victim statement
[Detail: will follow victims for hours if they are alone or not with a human, persistently chasing until the victim is worn down to the point of collapse.]
- 'The bloke's been standing there for hours. I-I have a venomous copperhead in my hand as we speak, I'm not letting this horrid bastard near me.
No, he hasn't budged, b-but he also hasn't noticed the snake...
Yes, it's alive, h-how else am I SUPPOSED to drive him off?? He's stood there for bloody ages!!
F__k-- he's approaching, I'm releasing the God-d__n snake.'
He had originally awoken at 6, too nervous to go back to sleep but too paranoid to fully get up.
A knock sounded at 10:00 SHARP, startling him into immediately bolting to the door.
He opened it, greeted by Lexi once again.
"Well... you certainly responded quickly. Now, come with me; I already have a very big lead", the detective stated as Captain followed him.
Johnson was in the corridor, having been informed about the whole deal;
She took on a worried look as the two exited, but quickly returned to her office, holding a stack of papers, some in folders.
The two walked along the sidewalk, entering the public.
"So, where's our first location, and what does it have to do with those freaks that were following me...? A-and those other Newgrounds residents, who are they??", Captain asked, worried.
Lexi sighed, clearly not too concerned about the whole ordeal.
"For the location, we're hitting the town square, right around where the pub is. It's where most of the first sightings are recorded, and it's also where an hours-long chase started just the other night...
As for the toons, they're fine... at least, from what I know.
Toons can't be killed, so--", Lexi explained before being cut off by the frightened toon.
"A CHASE!? THEY CHASED ONE OF US!? AND FOR HOURS!? LEXI, THAT'S HORRIFYING!! And you didn't even go so far as to CHECK ON THE CALLER!? You said that these were calls-- REPORTED to you!!! Wh-why are you just ASSUMING they got away!?" Captain yelped as Lexi narrowed his eyes.
"Oh, don't worry, we got a human to intervene.
We've found that human intervention keeps these cowards from taking things too far--", Lexi was cut off once again, this time by something that stopped both of them dead in their tracks...
The sound of humming, just a genuinely happy character, despite his position as a victim of the stalkers;
Blockhead.
"Heyy!!! Hey, hi!! Just www~walkin' here!! I hear it's big in New York...", he chuckled.
"There. That's one of our victims...", Lexi stated.
"Blockhead...? W-wait, why would they want Blockhead?? He's harmless, at least now!!" Captain asked, confused.
"No clue, but they've quite literally targeted people that can't fight back, even if they wanted to", Lexi responded.
Captain looked up at him, his visor narrowing...
"Like all of us...?" He quietly hissed as Lexi looked down, sighing.
"Yes, but I'm specifically talking about--", he was cut off yet again by honking.
Blockhead was on the zebra crosswalk, the light a glaring red.
A white car, seemingly an Elantra, was completely disregarding the red light, the driver slamming on the gas.
Blockhead looked back up at the light, then back at the car in a split second in pure terror.
"Wait--!! Wait, but red means--", he whimpered, putting his hands up as if to halt the vehicle.
The car immediately struck him, drawing horrified gasps from toons and humans in the area.
"OH, SHIT!! OH, MY GOD-- BLOCKHEAD!!", Captain yelped, covering his mouth as traffic directors immediately stopped other vehicles from interfering.
Lexi was shocked at first, but thinking about the entire scene...
The 'red means stop' line being cut off...
The way he was so joyful just before...
It was all a CARTOON to him.
He snickered, ultimately bursting into laughter as Captain's blood turned to ice.
Blockhead's legs were MANGLED, his body nearly split in half by the sheer speed and narrow build of the car...
His organs literally hung out of his body, which slowly began to heal as he struggled to open his eyes, his breathing ragged and labored as blood trickled from his mouth.
"Oh, my God!! You really never know what's gonna--", Lexi stopped himself as Captain got in front of him, frantically signaling him to stop.
"Wh-what the FUCK is wrong with you!?" Captain growled as Lexi went to speak again, only to hear pained groans and wincing....
Blockhead was trying to get up, his left arm still mostly broken..
He immediately fell back down, looking back at his mangled body before quietly gasping in horror, starting to shake.
"H-huh--? H-hey!! Hey-- m-my legs-!! I-I can't move-- h-help me!!", he started to panic, tears forming as he tried to drag himself to the sidewalk.
A few other toons ran to him;
Dad [the one from Dad 'n' Me], Hank, Flippy, Joey [Bridge Kids] and Nene immediately panicked.
Joey managed to pick him up, carrying him to the sidewalk.
"Jesus-- that shit wasn't an accident, Joey-- you!! Were those cameras on!?", Nene called to a traffic agent.
He nodded, clearly disturbed, himself.
"Yeah-- license plate and everything should've been caught.
We'll try and get it brought into court, don't worry", he yelled back.
Blockhead was clearly in pain, still healing and seemingly exhausted.
"No-- nonono, buddy, it's okay!! Just stay with us-- ohhh, shit...", Joey stammered as Dad looked to him.
"He has a rapid healing factor, new stuff, he'll be fine... he's just scared and tired", he reasoned as Joey held onto him.
Lexi felt almost frustrated as the group walked away, only to feel an incessant feeling of anxiety...
Captain was PISSED.
"What... the FUCK WAS THAT!?", Captain snapped.
"It's a cartoon character", he smugly reasoned.
"HE'S A LIVING THING, YOU INSENSITIVE BASTARD!! YOU LAUGHED AT HIM WHILE HE LAY CONFUSED, BROKEN AND AFRAID!!!" Captain snarled, pointing.
"Alright, alright, I see--", Lexi attempted to brush off before noticing tears in the corners of Captain's visor.
He felt guilty, looking back at the group carrying Blockhead.
He still tremored, struggling to breathe...
Lexi sighed, deciding to take a different approach.
In his mind, Captain's emotional reactions were more... real... than other toons'.
"Listen... I'm sorry I laughed.
I genuinely reacted like it was a cartoon, because, as a human, that's what I'm used to", he quietly spoke, kneeling down to Captain's level.
Captain was genuinely struck and confused...
He felt the anger slightly die down, helplessness and sadness creeping back in.
"You... listen, I get it, but I already told you.
We're NOT your average kids cartoons.
Adult cartoons don't play nice or instantly take our wounds away.
We feel those things, and you're gonna need to understand that...
I know you're here to solve what's been hunting and possibly maiming us, so by God, DO THAT and learn something in the process", Captain stated.
Lexi nodded, not fully processing what he was implying...
"Alright, Sergeant. Let's focus on the task at hand, then...", he subtly mocked, smirking.
Captain brushed it off, thinking that his point had gotten through.
They continued onward to the town square.
Lexi sighed...
"Well... this area right here is where most of the first appearances were spotted."
Captain looked, and surely enough, it was the same area he'd seen the figure for the first time.
He went cold, a shiver running up his spine...
"Jesus... yeah, that tracks.
It's because it's really close to the portal leading us here....
Meaning it's easy to watch us come in and study our body language, monitoring how we seem to move or act.
You said they target specific traits earlier, mentioning that they were cowards...
So they're probably looking for anxious fidgeting, looking around a lot, physical disabilities, more than likely, and possibly even targeting those that show signs of mental disorders.
I was looking around a LOT when I first got here, and even vocalized how I felt safe...
That's part of how I came to that conclusion, specifically....", Captain theorized as Lexi looked on, impressed...
"Yes... yes, you're actually right...
All of those margins are in the list of victims, namely the ones involving disorders and disabilities, some being induced by hours of chasing, like they did with Melvin", Lexi confirmed.
"Wait, they went after Melvin...? Jesus, they really WERE targeting anxiety! That guy's a Meatcanyon character, he's ALWAYS paranoid!!" Captain yelped, genuinely frightened by the implications.
Lexi looked at Captain.
"Okay, so here's the plan....
You go out and scope the area, and take photos of any strange activity related to what you saw.
You have a chance of getting away and back to me in case of capture, and I will intervene if anything happens...
Unlikely, as it's mid-day and in full view of THOUSANDS of people", he explained.
"Sounds solid enough...
They walked away from me during the day, and bolted when you showed up at night.
Give me the damn camera, I'll make this quick", Captain stated, taking the camera and entering the open.
He looked around, walking a bit up the street, right up on an alleyway.
The sound of footsteps rapidly grew closer, followed by frantic breathing.
He looked down the alleyway, his heart racing as he backed away...
A tall figure darted towards him, the sound of frantic huffs and whimpers growing louder as its left wrist and both earlobes glinted with gold.
"HELP!!! FUCKIN' HELP-- Y-YO, HE'S FUCKIN' CRAZY, DAWG--!!", a teenage voice yelled, followed by another set of footsteps rapidly growing closer.
Captain gasped as he recognized the figure...
It was Moe.
"Shit-- come here--!! It's okay, kid--", Captain was cut off by Moe immediately grabbing onto him, shaking and terrified.
"Y-you gotta help me, dawg--!! Br-bro, this guy's been chasin' me for fuckin' HOURS, I-I can't do this shit--
Ple-PLEASE, I'M SCARED!!!", the teen started to break down, getting behind Captain as he prepped the camera.
The other figure paused just long enough to be caught by the flash, immediately bolting after processing what had happened, swearing repeatedly.
Moe panted as Captain felt his blood pressure spike, shaking....
"Wait... w-where's Skid...?", Captain asked.
His heart dropped when Moe immediately began sniffling, his legs starting to buckle.
He sobbed, nearly collapsing as Captain caught him.
"Moe--!? Moe!!" Captain gasped as Moe broke down...
"I-I--", he choked as the sound of electric humming sounded.
Captain turned, quietly gasping as Skid revealed himself from the alleyway.
"Moe...? Moe, y-you-- you alright!! Oh, shit, man-- MOE!!!" He yelped, immediately bolting to him.
Captain looked back at Moe, who'd clearly been worn out and running for HOURS.
"You... you were distracting them...", Captain choked as Moe struggled to catch his breath, heaving...
Not long after, Fugger, Lars and Isaiah showed themselves, immediately running to the two other Bridge Kids... and, of course, Captain.
"Moe--! H-holy shit, are you alright?? Did they hurt you!?", Isaiah asked.
"Isaiah, hold on-- h-he can barely breathe, he's probably completely winded... give him a minute, he's just scared...", Fugger stammered, trembling.
"Oh, God... I, like, can't believe that just happened... hey, you were like... really fast... that's good, at least...", Lars tried to comfort as Fugger took on a genuinely worried look.
"Guys!! Oh, my God, all of you...?", Captain gasped, terrified.
"Yes!! W-we've been sticking together recently--
Those guys have been after all of us, and we'd usually be in pairs or alone...
That made us easy targets, s-so I thought that--
Th-that we would, you know, all stay TOGETHER, b-but-- but it--
I-I ALMOST GOT ALL OF US FUCKING HURT!!"
Fugger sobbed as Isaiah jumped, startled, before attempting to comfort him.
"No!! No, Fugger this is NOT your fault-- th-those pigs are gonna target us anyway... w-we're kids, we can't go up against that, a-and they know that...
Fucking pussies...", Isaiah growled...
Captain nodded.
"Okay-- h-hey, hey--
It's okay!! Don't worry, you'll be alright...!
Listen, you did good...
We got a picture, and we can use that to help get these assholes off the street, okay??
You did AWESOME, guys", Captain tried to console.
"Bro, th-that ain't gonna do shit yet-- listen, man, they been comin' back every night...
Jus' watchin' and shit, man, they out for us, for real.
We been havin' to hide in the damn closets and shit, man, but one night, they gon' catch us all in a position that we can't get out of...
And they been gettin' bold.
You saw how that dickhead chased him, all out in broad fuckin' daylight, bro...
What if he do that shit again and you ain't there to do somethin' bout it...?", Skid spoke, frightened...
Captain couldn't respond.
"I... I get it... they...
They're after me, too...", he choked as they immediately went pale.
Lexi watched as Captain looked down, immediately being comforted by the terrified group of teens...
He sighed, marking off the first bullet on a list..
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[Literally just something I'm writing for fun; credits to the creator of the original animation!!]
Captain walked through the bustling, loud city, passing by groups of people...
Voices carried in the air; some casual and natural, others exaggerated, recognizable and, ultimately, rather iconic.
"O-oh!! P-pardon me... d-dear sir... I-I don't mean to frighten...", a whispery, cracked, raspy voice carried through, followed by a gasp.
"Oh, dear God--! Wh--," a man spoke, looking up at the character speaking;
Red eyes aimed down from a tall, gaunt figure with pale, sickly, green skin...
Its seamlessly hidden arm unveiled itself from thin air as three long, spider-like fingers opened, gingerly and carefully.
The character knelt, an awkward expression crossing his face.
"Yeah-- y-yeah, couldn't help but notice that this fell out of your pocket...? I-I'm sorry to bother and all, but--", he stammered, holding a black wallet.
"Oh--!! Nonono, you're fine-- holy shit, thank you!!", the guy responded, clearly shocked.
Captain chuckled...
"Not so scary, huh? That's Salad Fingers, bet you can guess why they call him the friendly stranger", he called as the tall, shy character looked over, slightly taken aback.
"Oh--!! Captain!! Y-you're already set up and all?", Sal asked as the man walked off, looking back once or twice.
"Yes, I am, Sally... and I tell ya, this place has NOT been forgiving... to me", he stated back, placing his hands on his hips near the end of the sentence.
Salad Fingers laughed, sighing...
"Dear me, it's been quite the rough start on m-me, too... say, have y-you any f-feedback from the others?? I-I... presume Pico's been rather... a-apprehensive and... fr-frightened himself, n-no doubt about it...", he continued, leaning down to Captain's eye level.
"Oh, yeah, ol' Ginger's been more nervous than you are!! And that's definitely a feat, Fingers", Captain responded before Sal scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, piss off", he laughed, turning away and looming over him once again.
Captain laughed as Sal walked off, waving.
"Sorry, but I-I've worries to tend to...! Until w-we meet again... s-sir...!", he called as Captain waved back.
He chuckled, turning back around.
He pressed on again, scanning the streets;
The news blared, an anchor reciting the newest story;
"Toons in the real world...
Yes, what you're seeing is certainly an absurdist reality, but it goes a bit deeper than that; any words, Tom?", she started.
Another voice sounded, continuing;
"Yes, see, these toons aren't just any toons;
See--
These guys aren't your Daffy Duck, Roger Rabbit or Mickey "Corporate-Figurehead" Mouse;
These are the toons that, quite honestly, scarred one generation and inspired another... the ones you watched too young as a kid on YouTube and your teacher probably watched in high school when they first came out.
This is your Happy Tree Friends, Salad Fingers, Madness Combat, Pico's School and Tankmen...
Toons that more often than not have blood, bones and souls written into them, not just some rubber and money;
See, these toons aren't made to tend to your kids and censor themselves to make you happy.
They're more like average people than you could possibly imagine...
Because they're MADE by average people", the other anchor spoke as Captain passed, actually feeling kind of touched.
He looked to the right, catching Doki and Nabi walking alongside someone in a Beastars hoodie, seemingly interested.
Just past the TVs to his left, a group of teens surrounded Boyfriend, who was clearly eating up the attention.
The group clamored as he answered questions and tried to address each person, not really looking overwhelmed...
Rare, but welcome.
Captain waved as BF threw up a peace sign, getting back to the group around him.
"Man...! This place might actually end up being worth it... and that's fine by me", Captain sighed to himself, continuing his walk.
He looked to his left again, this time spotting an unusual real world person dressed in official attire...
Suit, tie, face mask and gloves.
He slowed down, watching the figure...
The guy stood perfectly still, watching him.
The air felt tense until he stopped completely.
The figure left, blending in with the crowd once again.
Captain pressed forward, slightly concerned, but ultimately brushing it off.
John opened the door to the building, met by a human in a red uniform.
He held a pair of silver keys, sighing as he handed them over.
"Well, here you go... John Utah, right...?" He asked, seemingly apprehensive.
"Yeah, that's me. Just here to get settled in," Captain responded.
The human knelt down, narrowing his eyes.
"Settled in... right. Just don't make too much noise or use that 'Toon Force' thing that you guys have been known for--", he was cut off.
"Uhh let me just clarify real quick--... no, we don't HAVE toon force most of the time. I'm not some dangerous, manic lunatic, so PLEASE don't address me like I'm going to blow your head off for looking at me wrong," Captain suddenly interjected.
The human arched an eyebrow.
"Well, thank you for the correction, Sergeant... but I--", he was cut off again.
"Listen-- sir, I've been cordial so far, even through your dirty looks and clearly condescending attitude, so don't think I'm stupid, either.
I've noticed that from the moment I walked through this door, you immediately assumed I was going to be some dangerous, impulsive caricature rather than a human being... and that was bad enough, but you go further and mock my WAR title?
I went through hell behind the scenes while you sat comfortably at home, probably LAUGHING at what was shown on screen.
It's our FIRST DAY, man, show us some form of respect...!
Because GOD KNOWS we've done so for YOU," Captain explained as the human grew visibly uncomfortable, still knelt down.
He was quiet, standing back up...
"My apologies, sir...
You may continue to your quarters," he winced, clearly still uncomfortable and trying to process what he'd heard.
Another human approached as he walked away.
"What was that all about...?", she asked.
"A toon, Mrs. Johnson... thing was surprisingly well-spoken and observant", he responded.
She was quiet for a second, disgusted.
"I'm sorry-- thing...? Good God, no WONDER he was upset...!" She snapped back, scowling.
"It's a CARTOON CHARACTER!", he stammered, trying to reason.
"No, he's a fully-developed HUMAN BEING, you neanderthal!! Don't expect to keep your position, Hunt.
You couldn't follow the simple policy of making our homes feel like home.
What you did was textbook discrimination, drawing or not, he didn't deserve what you put him through," she explained, clearly angered.
He looked down, angry yet disappointed and somewhat guilty.
She noticed, turning away.
"Don't come in tomorrow.
You might as well have just spat on a veteran", she finalized, walking away.
Captain was in his sector, setting his things up.
The anger had faded, but he still felt hurt and honestly, uncomfortable and unwelcome.
As he placed a large rifle above his desk, he heard a knock.
"Hello...? Sergeant John Utah..?", a voice called.
He winced, expecting the worst...
"God... bastard probably yapped off to management...", he grumbled.
He opened the door to find a woman in the same red uniform.
She had nearly black, textured hair styled in a soft afro, a roman nose and a warm yet saddened look in her hazel eyes.
"Hello, I'm so sorry to bother..!
I'm Ferrah Johnson, management here at Rockwell.
I heard you had a... rather difficult interaction before being directed to your apartment...?", she asked, calm and upright, not condescending or sarcastic like the last human.
"Yeah... yeah, I did... is there a problem..?", Captain nervously asked.
"No, not at all, Utah! I'm simply here to apologize for how our... ex-employee directed himself in front of you.
You're in good hands, so don't expect something like that to happen again as long as you stay here.
Everyone is welcome here, and I will always make sure of that," Johnson responded, a warm smile crossing her face.
Captain looked up, pleasantly surprised.
"Well--... well, that's definitely a welcome surprise, ma'am...!" He chuckled.
"It shouldn't be a surprise to begin with... for anyone", she sighed.
He nodded, holding a hand out.
She shook it before turning away.
"Don't worry, Utah... this is just a beginning step.
You may not always meet good people, but when you do, try to keep those people in mind", she stated, calmly walking away.
Captain waved, taking the words to heart.
He closed the door, looking back at his things.
"Man... maybe humans aren't so bad after all...
I can see myself getting settled in here, actually...!" He chuckled.
He went to get into bed, glancing at the window for a second.
In the corner of his eye, a shadowy figure stood.
He immediately snapped his attention to the window, startled.
It was the figure from earlier.
"What the hell...?", he muttered, getting closer to the window...
He felt a chill go up his spine as the figure stood, simply watching...
He didn't move away like last time.
It dawned on him that he was STUDYING THE BUILDING, trying to map out EXACTLY where he was.
"Okay, fuck ALL OF that!! I'm not dealing with this shit," he panicked, grabbing his phone.
He dialed the local number, his breath slightly shaky.
After a few seconds, a voice sounded.
"Police speaking, how may I help you...?", the responder spoke.
"Yeah, hi--
It's my first day here, and I have reason to believe that I'm being followed??", Captain spoke.
The responder froze.
"And this is...?", he asked.
"John-- John Utah...", Captain responded.
"Like the Tankmen character??", he tried to stifle laughter.
"Yes-- why are you laughing..!? I'm pretty sure I'm being STALKED!", he choked, clearly scared.
The responder immediately snapped back to reality, stammering.
"Shit-- sorry, g-got a bit distracted-- listen, we have a detective here that specializes in stalkers, he's solved hundreds of cases.
Again, VERY sorry," the guy sounded genuinely worried and regretful as he explained.
"Alright-- yeah, get that guy on the phone...", Captain quietly requested as the figure remained standing...
A few seconds passed, the fear and tension rising steadily in Captain...
The phone suddenly picked up again.
"Hello, this is Detective Lexi,"
A tired, sighing voice responded through the phone.
"Yeah, this is John Utah... just moved into the local apartment building--
I-I'm pretty sure I'm being stalked... it looks like some official guy, probably a cop???
I don't know, I-I just wanna be sure I'm not on the radar for anything, just in case it IS a legal agent," he stated.
Lexi paused.
"No, you're not gonna be on the radar for anything--
Your name isn't even in our books yet...
You just got here, correct...?" He asked.
"Y-yes, just moved here this morning...", Captain answered, his voice now trembling.
"Noted... is he still there?" Lexi asked, now feeling a bit of the stress from the other end of the line.
Captain looked back out the window.
Sure enough, the man remained, but was visibly CLOSER.
He gasped, immediately choking out a response.
"Yes-- y-yes, he's on the move, I don't have any idea what to do-- it's illegal for a toon to attack, much less shoot a human, even in self-defense!!!" Captain choked, shaking.
Lexi went quiet.
"I'm sorry... did you say you were a toon...?" He asked, his voice low.
"Yes--!! Yes, I-I can't do ANYTHING in this situation!! He's not fucking leaving, I can't--", Captain hyperventilated as Lexi sighed...
"I'll be there shortly.
You may not be able to do anything, but I doubt that'll be a problem for another human", he grumbled, clearly hesitant.
Captain went to say something else, but the phone hung up.
His eyes widened as he looked back up, finding that the figure hadn't moved again yet.
He simply backed away, shaking as he processed the situation...
A war veteran, unable to use the weapons he owned to defend himself.
As he spiraled, he thought of every terrible outcome...
Stabbing, kidnapping, chemical attack or worse.
He felt his mind snap out of it when the figure turned his head, headlights approaching.
He watched as red and blue lights flashed on, the figure booking it as a long, sleek, pitch-black car pulled in.
Sure enough, a formal-looking human in dark clothes, a deep crimson tie and black dress shoes stepped out of the vehicle, flashing a gleaming, silver long-barrel Desert Eagle.
He shook his head, walking around to the front.
In a matter of minutes, he was at the door, knocking.
Captain rushed over to open the door, almost excited to meet the detective.
He swung it open only to be met with an exasperated, unimpressed and burnt-out man.
He backed away, now hesitant.
"Hello, Utah.
It seems you certainly weren't wrong in your call tonight...
It's been a long time since I've come across a stalker this bold... and that's around 12 years.
Been in the business for 22...", Lexi stated, fixing his tie.
"Jesus... you... you've been a detective for a long time, then, huh..?
That's an incredible amount of experience under your belt...", Captain chuckled.
Lexi arched an eyebrow.
"Thank you, sir...
And yes, I have.
It's a strenuous job, really...", Lexi answered, looking around.
He spotted a few war medals, his eyes widening in surprise.
Captain fidgeted with his gloves, nervously watching as Lexi turned back to him.
"You're a war veteran... from the medallions on each sleeve, I presume a captain?", he observed, eyeing him closely.
"That I am, sir.
Tank operative, sergeant in command and a captain for around 30 years, and I still function as such", Captain stated, dusting off his chest and standing proudly.
Lexi chuckled...
"Easy for a toon, huh?" He tried to joke.
Captain sighed...
"Not for a Newgrounds toon.
Adult cartoons don't play nice like a kids cartoon would...
Behind the scenes, I had to deal with horrifying things that still haunt me to this day.
Mangled bodies that lived through it all only to be shot dead as they crawled to their comrades... or worse, live to tell the tale.
A man that was supposed to be a father had his head blown to pieces by a sniper, and I only found out hours after it had already happened...
What I lived through is just as real as what happens here", Captain lamented as Lexi's eyes widened.
"Oh... I--...
I'm so sorry, sir, for my insensitivity", he stated, seemingly genuine in his words.
Captain sighed in relief, flicking his wrist.
"Hey, at least you actually apologized! Most humans would rather ignore our suffering instead of come to terms with the fact that we suffer... because that would make us equals! And that's real scary to most of ya", he chuckled back, trying to feign humor.
Lexi felt a pang of regret and sadness as he heard that line, sighing...
"Well, that's certainly an unfortunate situation, Utah...
But we need to get something straight before I ultimately leave.
You're not the only toon to call about strange, official-looking men appearing close by and following them home", Lexi dropped as Captain's blood ran cold.
"Wait, what?", he responded, terrified.
Lexi nodded.
"You have experience in war.
You have a chance of escape, as you're the most fit for such measures, and you, as a captain, have experience in stealth training...
What I'm saying is, we're launching a full-blown investigation, starting tomorrow.
Be ready by 10", Lexi explained, taking a photo of Captain before turning away.
"WHAT!?" Captain yelped, completely floored.
He stammered, chasing after Lexi as he left, but ultimately had the door slammed in his face.
Captain felt dread and terror creep into his mind, imagining the other targets...
"Oh... oh, my God...", he whimpered, covering his mouth.
Lexi arrived at his office ten minutes later, looking up at a board.
"Alright... so that's another call to add to the list...
Get this printed, and that'll be it for tonight", he quietly spoke to himself, connecting his phone to a printer.
Photos of different characters were pinned under different notes;
"Toons possibly targeted/stalked; all reported being followed."
"Similarities between each description;
- black clothing/uniform
- threatening and imposing stature, possibly points to targeting weaker, disabled or young toons, only going after a few notably stronger victims
- silent and seemingly professional
- first appearances are always mid-day while all others occur at night
- 5 of the targets were teenage boys, aged between 14-17
- sometimes documented in groups of three or four, possibly to overpower and overwhelm victims"
[Detail: targets the 'easy ones' first, but are easily turned away.
Human intervention immediately discourages the suspects.]
- 'I don't know how much longer I can actually run, th-these freaks aren't letting up...
If I don't call again, just assume the worst and try to find me...
Dead or alive, try to f___king find me-- [intelligible; possibly crying]'-- Melvin Macabre, 28; victim statement
[Detail: will follow victims for hours if they are alone or not with a human, persistently chasing until the victim is worn down to the point of collapse.]
- 'The bloke's been standing there for hours. I-I have a venomous copperhead in my hand as we speak, I'm not letting this horrid bastard near me.
No, he hasn't budged, b-but he also hasn't noticed the snake...
Yes, it's alive, h-how else am I SUPPOSED to drive him off?? He's stood there for bloody ages!!
F__k-- he's approaching, I'm releasing the God-d__n snake.'
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[Literally just something I'm writing for fun; credits to the creator of the original animation!!]
Captain walked through the bustling, loud city, passing by groups of people...
Voices carried in the air; some casual and natural, others exaggerated, recognizable and, ultimately, rather iconic.
"O-oh!! P-pardon me... d-dear sir... I-I don't mean to frighten...", a whispery, cracked, raspy voice carried through, followed by a gasp.
"Oh, dear God--! Wh--," a man spoke, looking up at the character speaking;
Red eyes aimed down from a tall, gaunt figure with pale, sickly, green skin...
Its seamlessly hidden arm unveiled itself from thin air as three long, spider-like fingers opened, gingerly and carefully.
The character knelt, an awkward expression crossing his face.
"Yeah-- y-yeah, couldn't help but notice that this fell out of your pocket...? I-I'm sorry to bother and all, but--", he stammered, holding a black wallet.
"Oh--!! Nonono, you're fine-- holy shit, thank you!!", the guy responded, clearly shocked.
Captain chuckled...
"Not so scary, huh? That's Salad Fingers, bet you can guess why they call him the friendly stranger", he called as the tall, shy character looked over, slightly taken aback.
"Oh--!! Captain!! Y-you're already set up and all?", Sal asked as the man walked off, looking back once or twice.
"Yes, I am, Sally... and I tell ya, this place has NOT been forgiving... to me", he stated back, placing his hands on his hips near the end of the sentence.
Salad Fingers laughed, sighing...
"Dear me, it's been quite the rough start on m-me, too... say, have y-you any f-feedback from the others?? I-I... presume Pico's been rather... a-apprehensive and... fr-frightened himself, n-no doubt about it...", he continued, leaning down to Captain's eye level.
"Oh, yeah, ol' Ginger's been more nervous than you are!! And that's definitely a feat, Fingers", Captain responded before Sal scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, piss off", he laughed, turning away and looming over him once again.
Captain laughed as Sal walked off, waving.
"Sorry, but I-I've worries to tend to...! Until w-we meet again... s-sir...!", he called as Captain waved back.
He chuckled, turning back around.
He pressed on again, scanning the streets;
The news blared, an anchor reciting the newest story;
"Toons in the real world...
Yes, what you're seeing is certainly an absurdist reality, but it goes a bit deeper than that; any words, Tom?", she started.
Another voice sounded, continuing;
"Yes, see, these toons aren't just any toons;
See--
These guys aren't your Daffy Duck, Roger Rabbit or Mickey "Corporate-Figurehead" Mouse;
These are the toons that, quite honestly, scarred one generation and inspired another... the ones you watched too young as a kid on YouTube and your teacher probably watched in high school when they first came out.
This is your Happy Tree Friends, Salad Fingers, Madness Combat, Pico's School and Tankmen...
Toons that more often than not have blood, bones and souls written into them, not just some rubber and money;
See, these toons aren't made to tend to your kids and censor themselves to make you happy.
They're more like average people than you could possibly imagine...
Because they're MADE by average people", the other anchor spoke as Captain passed, actually feeling kind of touched.
He looked to the right, catching Doki and Nabi walking alongside someone in a Beastars hoodie, seemingly interested.
Just past the TVs to his left, a group of teens surrounded Boyfriend, who was clearly eating up the attention.
The group clamored as he answered questions and tried to address each person, not really looking overwhelmed...
Rare, but welcome.
Captain waved as BF threw up a peace sign, getting back to the group around him.
"Man...! This place might actually end up being worth it... and that's fine by me", Captain sighed to himself, continuing his walk.
He looked to his left again, this time spotting an unusual real world person dressed in official attire...
Suit, tie, face mask and gloves.
He slowed down, watching the figure...
The guy stood perfectly still, watching him.
The air felt tense until he stopped completely.
The figure left, blending in with the crowd once again.
Captain pressed forward, slightly concerned, but ultimately brushing it off.
John opened the door to the building, met by a human in a red uniform.
He held a pair of silver keys, sighing as he handed them over.
"Well, here you go... John Utah, right...?" He asked, seemingly apprehensive.
"Yeah, that's me. Just here to get settled in," Captain responded.
The human knelt down, narrowing his eyes.
"Settled in... right. Just don't make too much noise or use that 'Toon Force' thing that you guys have been known for--", he was cut off.
"Uhh let me just clarify real quick--... no, we don't HAVE toon force most of the time. I'm not some dangerous, manic lunatic, so PLEASE don't address me like I'm going to blow your head off for looking at me wrong," Captain suddenly interjected.
The human arched an eyebrow.
"Well, thank you for the correction, Sergeant... but I--", he was cut off again.
"Listen-- sir, I've been cordial so far, even through your dirty looks and clearly condescending attitude, so don't think I'm stupid, either.
I've noticed that from the moment I walked through this door, you immediately assumed I was going to be some dangerous, impulsive caricature rather than a human being... and that was bad enough, but you go further and mock my WAR title?
I went through hell behind the scenes while you sat comfortably at home, probably LAUGHING at what was shown on screen.
It's our FIRST DAY, man, show us some form of respect...!
Because GOD KNOWS we've done so for YOU," Captain explained as the human grew visibly uncomfortable, still knelt down.
He was quiet, standing back up...
"My apologies, sir...
You may continue to your quarters," he winced, clearly still uncomfortable and trying to process what he'd heard.
Another human approached as he walked away.
"What was that all about...?", she asked.
"A toon, Mrs. Johnson... thing was surprisingly well-spoken and observant", he responded.
She was quiet for a second, disgusted.
"I'm sorry-- thing...? Good God, no WONDER he was upset...!" She snapped back, scowling.
"It's a CARTOON CHARACTER!", he stammered, trying to reason.
"No, he's a fully-developed HUMAN BEING, you neanderthal!! Don't expect to keep your position, Hunt.
You couldn't follow the simple policy of making our homes feel like home.
What you did was textbook discrimination, drawing or not, he didn't deserve what you put him through," she explained, clearly angered.
He looked down, angry yet disappointed and somewhat guilty.
She noticed, turning away.
"Don't come in tomorrow.
You might as well have just spat on a veteran", she finalized, walking away.
Captain was in his sector, setting his things up.
The anger had faded, but he still felt hurt and honestly, uncomfortable and unwelcome.
As he placed a large rifle above his desk, he heard a knock.
"Hello...? Sergeant John Utah..?", a voice called.
He winced, expecting the worst...
"God... bastard probably yapped off to management...", he grumbled.
He opened the door to find a woman in the same red uniform.
She had nearly black, textured hair styled in a soft afro, a roman nose and a warm yet saddened look in her hazel eyes.
"Hello, I'm so sorry to bother..!
I'm Ferrah Johnson, management here at Rockwell.
I heard you had a... rather difficult interaction before being directed to your apartment...?", she asked, calm and upright, not condescending or sarcastic like the last human.
"Yeah... yeah, I did... is there a problem..?", Captain nervously asked.
"No, not at all, Utah! I'm simply here to apologize for how our... ex-employee directed himself in front of you.
You're in good hands, so don't expect something like that to happen again as long as you stay here.
Everyone is welcome here, and I will always make sure of that," Johnson responded, a warm smile crossing her face.
Captain looked up, pleasantly surprised.
"Well--... well, that's definitely a welcome surprise, ma'am...!" He chuckled.
"It shouldn't be a surprise to begin with... for anyone", she sighed.
He nodded, holding a hand out.
She shook it before turning away.
"Don't worry, Utah... this is just a beginning step.
You may not always meet good people, but when you do, try to keep those people in mind", she stated, calmly walking away.
Captain waved, taking the words to heart.
He closed the door, looking back at his things.
"Man... maybe humans aren't so bad after all...
I can see myself getting settled in here, actually...!" He chuckled.
He went to get into bed, glancing at the window for a second.
In the corner of his eye, a shadowy figure stood.
He immediately snapped his attention to the window, startled.
It was the figure from earlier.
"What the hell...?", he muttered, getting closer to the window...
He felt a chill go up his spine as the figure stood, simply watching...
He didn't move away like last time.
It dawned on him that he was STUDYING THE BUILDING, trying to map out EXACTLY where he was.
"Okay, fuck ALL OF that!! I'm not dealing with this shit," he panicked, grabbing his phone.
He dialed the local number, his breath slightly shaky.
After a few seconds, a voice sounded.
"Police speaking, how may I help you...?", the responder spoke.
"Yeah, hi--
It's my first day here, and I have reason to believe that I'm being followed??", Captain spoke.
The responder froze.
"And this is...?", he asked.
"John-- John Utah...", Captain responded.
"Like the Tankmen character??", he tried to stifle laughter.
"Yes-- why are you laughing..!? I'm pretty sure I'm being STALKED!", he choked, clearly scared.
The responder immediately snapped back to reality, stammering.
"Shit-- sorry, g-got a bit distracted-- listen, we have a detective here that specializes in stalkers, he's solved hundreds of cases.
Again, VERY sorry," the guy sounded genuinely worried and regretful as he explained.
"Alright-- yeah, get that guy on the phone...", Captain quietly requested as the figure remained standing...
A few seconds passed, the fear and tension rising steadily in Captain...
The phone suddenly picked up again.
"Hello, this is Detective Lexi,"
A tired, sighing voice responded through the phone.
[Literally just something I'm writing for fun; credits to the creator of the original animation!!]
Captain walked through the bustling, loud city, passing by groups of people...
Voices carried in the air; some casual and natural, others exaggerated, recognizable and, ultimately, rather iconic.
"O-oh!! P-pardon me... d-dear sir... I-I don't mean to frighten...", a whispery, cracked, raspy voice carried through, followed by a gasp.
"Oh, dear God--! Wh--," a man spoke, looking up at the character speaking;
Red eyes aimed down from a tall, gaunt figure with pale, sickly, green skin...
Its seamlessly hidden arm unveiled itself from thin air as three long, spider-like fingers opened, gingerly and carefully.
The character knelt, an awkward expression crossing his face.
"Yeah-- y-yeah, couldn't help but notice that this fell out of your pocket...? I-I'm sorry to bother and all, but--", he stammered, holding a black wallet.
"Oh--!! Nonono, you're fine-- holy shit, thank you!!", the guy responded, clearly shocked.
Captain chuckled...
"Not so scary, huh? That's Salad Fingers, bet you can guess why they call him the friendly stranger", he called as the tall, shy character looked over, slightly taken aback.
"Oh--!! Captain!! Y-you're already set up and all?", Sal asked as the man walked off, looking back once or twice.
"Yes, I am, Sally... and I tell ya, this place has NOT been forgiving... to me", he stated back, placing his hands on his hips near the end of the sentence.
Salad Fingers laughed, sighing...
"Dear me, it's been quite the rough start on m-me, too... say, have y-you any f-feedback from the others?? I-I... presume Pico's been rather... a-apprehensive and... fr-frightened himself, n-no doubt about it...", he continued, leaning down to Captain's eye level.
"Oh, yeah, ol' Ginger's been more nervous than you are!! And that's definitely a feat, Fingers", Captain responded before Sal scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, piss off", he laughed, turning away and looming over him once again.
Captain laughed as Sal walked off, waving.
"Sorry, but I-I've worries to tend to...! Until w-we meet again... s-sir...!", he called as Captain waved back.
He chuckled, turning back around.
He pressed on again, scanning the streets;
The news blared, an anchor reciting the newest story;
"Toons in the real world...
Yes, what you're seeing is certainly an absurdist reality, but it goes a bit deeper than that; any words, Tom?", she started.
Another voice sounded, continuing;
"Yes, see, these toons aren't just any toons;
See--
These guys aren't your Daffy Duck, Roger Rabbit or Mickey "Corporate-Figurehead" Mouse;
These are the toons that, quite honestly, scarred one generation and inspired another... the ones you watched too young as a kid on YouTube and your teacher probably watched in high school when they first came out.
This is your Happy Tree Friends, Salad Fingers, Madness Combat, Pico's School and Tankmen...
Toons that more often than not have blood, bones and souls written into them, not just some rubber and money;
See, these toons aren't made to tend to your kids and censor themselves to make you happy.
They're more like average people than you could possibly imagine...
Because they're MADE by average people", the other anchor spoke as Captain passed, actually feeling kind of touched.
He looked to the right, catching Doki and Nabi walking alongside someone in a Beastars hoodie, seemingly interested.
Just past the TVs to his left, a group of teens surrounded Boyfriend, who was clearly eating up the attention.
The group clamored as he answered questions and tried to address each person, not really looking overwhelmed...
Rare, but welcome.
Captain waved as BF threw up a peace sign, getting back to the group around him.
"Man...! This place might actually end up being worth it... and that's fine by me", Captain sighed to himself, continuing his walk.
He looked to his left again, this time spotting an unusual real world person dressed in official attire...
Suit, tie, face mask and gloves.
He slowed down, watching the figure...
The guy stood perfectly still, watching him.
The air felt tense until he stopped completely.
The figure left, blending in with the crowd once again.
Captain pressed forward, slightly concerned, but ultimately brushing it off.
If you guys follow my Newgrounds or YouTube, y'all have probably seen this, but I may actually write this fic HERE :D
This is a fanfic based on 'Who Framed Johnny Utah?', a Pico Day animation from a few years ago, and the plot surrounds Captain and a real-world detective, named Detective Lexi, uncovering a horrific experiment as an indirect result of investigating a group that was stalking Captain.
Here's a drawing of the two together :3
It'll start off as mostly a comedy, then slowly delve further and further into pure horror as it goes on :3
For reference, I'm mainly going off of the darker parts in 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit?', namely the dip scene, and, of course, the actually disturbing bootlegged character plotline used in the 'Chip and Dale: Rescue Rangers' movie.
The Flounder scene in that movie and the dip scene in Who Framed Roger Rabbit both FUCKED ME UP for a while lmao
This will definitely be a more fun and fleshed out fic, just for funsies and angst :>
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I made an original show about a guy in debt that is friends with a demon parasite that runs from the government, angels, and satan himself.
Wait I lwk LOVE the art style wtf
Just be careful with that titlecard!!!
Spindlehorse is already in a lawsuit over horrible work conditions, but they'd probably be overjoyed to sue a smaller indie studio to bully them just because it has one similar element to HH.
Vivzieslop has harassed people to no end over much less...
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Sometimes I forget why I don't go on Reddit, give like, 2 opinions and thank someone for sharing my art... only to be harassed for literally two days straight over "reading too much" into a fandom [autistic hyperfixation that I CANNOT HELP BTW] by some cave troll that can't handle fun... and made an entire post about it.
Yeahhh, that's when I remember just why I avoid and steer away from Reddit.
