So, here I go again with another parody…
I don’t think I even need to say what this is based on. I’ll let the cover image speak for itself.
I only have a prologue, so I hope people here like it. It’s also on FanFiction.net, if anyone wants to review there. (just search for “Omicron Kappa RULEZ!” or my username, “Earth Rockin’ Toph”)
All right; here goes nothing…
The year is 1923 in Manhattan, and a 6-year-old girl with curly blond hair and a ruffled nightgown is being put to bed by her parents, who kiss her goodnight. They gave her a teddy bear so she could snuggle as she drifts off into sleep.
As her parents left, the light was turned off; only the silver light of the moon, stars, and city lights and the howl of the wind characterized the otherwise serene setting. The semi-silence of the room was suddenly disturbed by what sounded like the wooden closet door flinging open, but it probably was the wind blowing through the small amount of openness the window provided. The girl tossed and turned, until she heard what sounded like the beating of wings; and very large wings to be exact. She sat up, but saw nothing in sight, except what looked like a patterned burgundy rug rolled up. As the girl was about to rest her head on the pillow, she heard the loud beating of the wings again; her heart pounding as she saw a long shadow with what appeared to be the wings of a bat. Was this a nightmare? It could not be real. The girl turned to see what was in front of her.
It resembled a giant burgundy centipede with a head encrusted with many horns; it’s topaz yellow eyes staring down as it’s claws reached out, and its large dragon-like wings fluttered and beat ever so loudly. The backlighting of the moon gave it a even more shadowy and intimidating appearance. But just as quickly as it appeared, it flew out of sight; the girl still screaming.
“Bridget!” the parents burst into the room, switching the Tiffany lamp on, “What’s going on? Did you have a bad dream?”
Bridget turned her eyes to her parents in shock, only uttering two words:
A woman with bobbed hair the color of red wine, a dark crimson dress adorned with fringes and beads, and matching gloves, heels, and cloche hat stood before a group of what appeared to be blue-collar workers in tattered shirts, overalls, and newsboy caps who were all clapping and cheering. A man in a suit and top hat passed to her a large yellow canister as he told her, “This precious power is yours for the keeping. You have set a record that no one had ever achieved before. What shall you do with it now?”
The woman, Abigail, glared her topaz eyes at the group and the man congratulating her. “I will keep it as a gift; a souvenir of the Realm of the Sun. It shall be a reminder to future generations that mediocrity is not in my vocabulary. I do have high standards, you know,” the words she uttered felt as a million insect stings as they shot out from her blood-painted lips, “I hope many of you have learned a good lesson here, and I gladly appreciate those who find me to be a glorious inspiration for years, decades, centuries, millennia to come.”
56 Years Later…
It was a quiet autumn morning; leaves of fire orange and blood red on the trees that graced the residential street were illuminated by the intense light of the white-hot morning sun. Some leaves rustled on the road as two-headed fire-breathing pigeons pecked at the dried maple leaves, but were soon scared off by an oncoming school bus that read “Frighton Elementary School” on its side.
“The horn bones connected to the skull bone! The skull is connected to the crossbones!” Children clad in school uniforms could be heard singing happily as they rode on the bus. The long, yellow vehicle approached a gate, and a bar lifting admitted it in, where it parked in an open parking lot. The bus’s door flung open; girls in navy-style tops, cross ties, plaid skirts, and yellow hats, and boys in navy-style shirts, neckties, plaid shorts, and also yellow hats poured out the bus steps, followed by a tall woman with pink hair, a pink blouse/skirt ensemble, glasses, and curled ram horns.
“Remember children,” the female teacher started off, “No hitting, spitting, fighting, or fire-breathing.”
The children laughed and ran around happily. A small boy with bright green hair was the last to step off the bus, adjusting his yellow hat. He made it to the ground, where he looked around, seeing all the kids talking.
“Wow!” the boy spoke, holding up a nickel, “When I was on the bus, I found a nickel! I wish I had pockets.”
The boy, however, tucked the nickel into a tight fold in the knot of his uniform tie. He walked among the students, who all seemed to be partnering up. He approached one boy with blue hair and a paddle-type tail, but he walked away with another boy with yellow hair. It seemed as if none of the children wanted to partner with the small, green haired boy. The teacher came and looked at him.
“Well,” the teacher started, “Looks like it’s you and me again, Michael.”
Michael sighed, “Yes, Graves-Sensei.”
Michael took Mrs. Graves hand as they walked together; the class following behind them as they made their way towards the giant building that stood before them; an energy production facility.
The class entered one of the factory floors, standing behind a yellow/black stripe line on the floor. Unfortunately for Michael, he could not see the work floor well, since the majority of the kids were slightly taller than he was. A man in a jumpsuit and hard hat approached them, and greeted the children with a big smile.
“All right kids,” began the worker, “Can you tell me how we harvest the screams of Earth children?”
“Uh, by roaring?” one girl answered among all the others who raised their hands eagerly.
“Correct!” the worker praised the little girl, “Now kids, can you all give me your best roar?”
The children cheered happily as each of them performed their best roar; that is until Michael let out a loud and obnoxious roar that could be heard above the entire class. The other kids looked at him with disgust. Michael smiled with his big, braces-enhanced white teeth.
“Um, excuse me,” Michael started off, talking to the girls in front of him, “Can you let me see what’s going on in the Energy Floor?”
“Beat it!” the girls pushed Michael back, causing him to fall on his bottom, “You don’t even belong on the Energy Floor.”
Michael looked down at the floor, upset by the mean comments. However, when he heard the floor manager announce that the Energy Harvesters were coming, he stood up, fixing his hat as he watched a large group of people marching in together, all clothed in their work jumpsuits and boots. Michael’s visible eye grew wide with wonder as he watched them enter the floor though the space he and his class were standing in.
“Kids, make way for the workers,” Mrs. Graves advised as the children moved aside to a wall.
Michael was awe-struck, and that is when a tall man with a blue striped jumpsuit and a worn-out blue baseball cap approached the class and greeted them.
“The name’s Frank McCay,” started the man, “Been working here for quite a while. And I just happened to graduate from the most prestigious and best school for Energy Harvesting…Kaiju Daigaku!”
“Whoa!” Michael was astounded as he tried to listen in among all the other students.
“Hey,” interrupted one boy, “If the school you went to is called Kaiju Daigaku, why does your baseball cap say ‘MU’?”
“That’s easy,” Frank answered, “The title of the school is in Japanese; kaiju is one of several words meaning ‘monster’, and you’ll usually hear it if reference to those monster movies about giant beasts attacking big cities. Daigaku means ‘college’ or ‘university’. So it is actually translated ‘Monsters University’, but calling it Kaiju Daigaku makes it sound much cooler, like if it was an academy from some cool action/fantasy anime series or something like that.”
Just then, a big, muscular man with a green jumpsuit and hair interrupted, saying, “Nuh-uh, Fear Tech is much better!”
“Yeah, right,” Frank sighed.
Michael only stared, mesmerized by the fact that he was witnessing an actual Energy Harvester.
“MU Rules!” Frank whispered to the kids, pointing to his cap once more."
“All right!” the floor manager called out, “Everyone, you know what to do! Engage Beast Mode!”
All the Energy Harvesters stood ready at their stations. In an instant, all of them were enveloped in a glowing white light. The camera switches focus to Frank specifically, where he has turned into a white silhouette floating in an aqua-blue stripe background. As he is thrown through the striped vortex, light beam shards surround him as his form becomes blue with tonal stripe patterning, and his whole body undergoes a striking metamorphosis; his head and body shrinking into a round form, and his arms and legs turning into a mass of tentacles; two of which gained claws. His round head also sprouted a layer of spike horns as his hat came flying back down onto his head. A glowing globe of aqua light energy exploded on the floor as this new creature emerged, posing with its tentacles.
“The fearsome fright of the night, Frightening Frank McCay!” Frank announced boldly, reaching out his claws in a scaring position.
“Wow!!!” the schoolchildren were in complete and utter awe of the sight of the recently transformed Energy Harvesters. One boy in particular wanted to step over the yellow line, but the floor manager told him not to.
“Graves-Sensei,” interrupted a glasses wearing girl, “While the author was describing the transformation sequence for Mr. McCay, Michael crossed over the yellow line.”
“What?!” Mrs. Graves could not believe what she had just heard. She looked over in the distance, and spotted Michael, standing in front of an active portal. As the portal opened, the green-haired boy stepped inside, evading the sight of Frank, for whom the portal was activated for.
Inside the portal was a bedroom with an Earth child laying asleep in it. Frank snuck around the walls. Michael hid under a desk, watching as the tentacled creature lurked around the room. All of a sudden, a door opened, and a pair of adults; a man and a woman, entered, shining a bright light as Frank jumped onto a clothes rack, appearing as a mangled sweater with striped sleeves.
“See honey,” started the man, “I told you he was safe and sound asleep.”
After the man and woman left and shut the door, Frank leapt out again, crawling closer towards the bed, scratching the frames with his claws. A crude crayon drawing of his monster form was pinned onto the back of an easel in the midst of the room. Now was the moment of truth; Michael’s heart raced with excitement as he watch Frank now positioned in front of the bed, towering over the child.
Outside the portal, the canister attached to the portal frame filled up to the top with an ear-piercing scream. Frank exited the portal with a confident smile on his face, only to be greeted by a team of startled emergency first aid attendants.
“Huh? What’s going on?” Frank was confused.
“Michael!” a female voice called out.
Frank spotted Mrs. Graves in the distance, running frantically towards the portal station. However, he turned to look at Michael below him, just as shocked by the fact that a child had walked through his portal unnoticed.
“That was really dangerous, you know,” Frank started, “You could have gotten hurt really badly. You actually scared me.”
Michael looked down at the floor, ashamed.
“Wow, you scared me,” Frank started, “I didn’t even know you were in there. Here kid, you deserve this. I think you’ve got what it takes to pull off a scare like that.”
Frank took off his worn baseball cap and placed it over Michael’s yellow uniform hat.
Out of breath, Mrs. Graves arrived at the portal station. Shocked and mad at the same time, she gave Michael a stern glare.
“Michael Wazowski, that was unacceptable and reckless behavior,” Mrs. Graves started, “What do you have to say for yourself?”
Michael only looked up, not in fear and disappointment, but in wonder and awe of his adventure, not to mention receiving a special gift from one of the workers themselves.
“How do I become an Energy Harvester?!” Michael sighed, still amazed.
So, that’s the prologue. Hope you guys like this story very much.