The Hakikat Project

[thekeygirl666]

OK, here's the first chapter of my Toon Patrol fic, with my own OC, Elmas Tomruk. Please, leave a comment a enjoy

Chapter 1: Business

It was another lousy day for the Toon Patrol. There hadn't been any help requests in months, and the five weasels' funds were getting lower than the waitress'!
Not that four out of five noticed: Wheezy spent every dime he could get his nicotine-stained fingertips on, Greasy spent his money on posters, videos, and magazines on women, and Physco and Stupid were too busy wrapped up in their own business to notice a thing.

That didn't mean their leader, Smart Guy, any less tense.
But he REALLY snapped when he got the bills on their eight quiet month.

~*~

"28 HUNDRED DOLLARS?!" He shouted. Wheezy stopped smoking and looked at his boss while the others followed suit. Physco, however, couldn't help giggle. "Duh, whatsa mattu', boss?" Stupid asked as he scratched his head. "I'll tell ya what's the matter!" Smart Guy snarled. He tossed the bills to Greasy, who caught them cooly. But his laid-back expression melted when he saw the bill. "Oi Carumba." He muttered.
"Yeah, 'oi carumba'! That's higher than we eva got! We'd hafta DREAM up all that cash to pay in time!"
"We're dreeeeee-eeaamiiiiiin'! Hee hee hee!" Physco giggled, hugging himself.

"WILYA SHUT THE HELL UP?!" Smart Guy shouted. Physco whimpered and took several steps back. Wheezy stared at the scene blankly; he inhaled deeply and coughed out a pillard of smoke. "One of those jackets of yers should be worth somethin'." He said. Smart Guy's eyes narrowed. "I'd like ta see ya try." He growled.
Wheezy coughed in response, looking away.
Stupid put his finger in his ear, like the action somehow improved his brainpower. Smart Guy seriously considered shooting him.
"Ah, I know!" Stupid said, pointing a dirty finger at th ceiling, "We'll wait for money ta rain from da sky! Then, we'll pay!" He said. The remaining four weasels stared at him blankly. Then, he felt something heavy hit him square in the face. He grunted and fell on his back, pulling away the textbook that had just made an acquantance with his nose.
"Next time ya wanna talk," Smart Guy ordered, "talk to da wall!"
"Duh, OK boss!" Stupid replied, grinning. Smart Guy slapped his paw over his eyes and muttered, "We'd need a miracle 'r somethin'."

Just then, the door knocked.

"Holy cow that works!" He commented. He shook his head to clear it and straightened his jacket. With a calming breath, he opened the door...and felt his eyes pop.
A young female weasel stood there, and though he wouldn't have admitted it for a million bucks, Smart Guy thought she was...pretty stunning. She had fur even darker than Greasy's, and her black hair was tied back in a ponytail. She wasn't dressed in a particularly glamourous way, but those clothes still showed wealth. When the female met Smart Guy's eyes, her own quickly looked at the ground. "Is this the Toon Patrol?" She asked in a quiet voice.

"Uhhhh..." Smart Guy cleared his throat and straightened his jacket again. "Uh yeah, yeah this is the place. Why, ya got a problem, doll?"
"Actually, I do." She said, shyly looking up, "I think someone's after my family's fortune, and I thought I'd need some help."
Smart Guy arched an eyebrow and looked her up and down. Now that he could see her eyes, he saw that they were a really warm hazel color, unlike the regular black toon eyes he saw all the time. He also noticed she had a slight accent.
"Ya got a name, doll?"
"Elmas. Elmas Tomruk." She replied

[disneyplease]

very Interesting KeyGirl, can I call ya KeyGirl?



I especially thought Stupids idea about money raining from the sky was funny!!!











DisneyPlease!

[cutieweasel]

I agree is very interesting

[thekeygirl666]

Why thank you! And yes, u can call me Key Girl if u want^^

[thekeygirl666]

OK, sorry this one is kinda short, but gimme a break! I worked on this in the morning b4 school!! Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 2: Payment

Greasy growled slightly when he saw Elmas enter the office. Smart Guy shot him a venomous look before saying, "A'ight, dollface, before we can help ya, we gonna need some info on da sitiation first."
"Isn't that 'situation'?" Elmas asked timidly.
"Ugh, whatever!" Smart Guy retorted. He crashed in his chair and put himself in his relaxed position: both arms folded behind his head, feet propped on the desk. Elmas said down stiffly, as though someone had tied a broomstick to her back. Physco squealed and ran a hand through her ponytail. "Shiiiinyyyyy!" He awed. Elma's face reddened slightly, and she said nothing. "So, talk ta me!" Smart Guy demanded. Elmas shook slightly at his tone and said, "For these past couple of months, my parents haven't been feeling very well. Father said he was going to leave me the fortune since he believed I was the best one capable of handling it. But lately, lots of scary things have been happening; mysterious phone calls, bricks in our windows..." she shuddered, "...I get so scared sometimes, I don't even wanna leave my house."

"So ya want us ta find out who it is?" Wheezy rasped. Elma's eyes widened slightly at his reddened eyes and yellow fingertips, but she nodded. Smart Guy smirked. "Doll, that ain't a job for us! We find criminals 'n' nutjobs, not find out who they actually are!" He waved a paw at her dismissively. "Ya want help? Go ta Valient&Valient, they'll know what ta do."
Elma looked as though someone had slapped her, but a sly grin replaced her shocked expression. "Well then," she stood up, "I suppose none of you want the reward." With that, she turned her back to the weasels' stunned faces. "Woah woah wait!" Smart Guy shouted, scrambling over his desk.
Elmas turned to him expectently. "What reward?" He demanded, brushing the dust off his jacket. "Oh, you know," she said dismissively while examining her nails, "my reward for this task is $2,000."
The five stared at her with their jaws to the floor. "Duh, that's more than 28 hundred, right boss?" Stupid asked. Smart Guy snarled and smacked Stupid's bat over his mouth. He flashed Elmas a nervous, tense grin. "Excuse us, toots." He said, turning to his cohorts.

"She is quite attractive, hum, boss?" Greasy asked, eyeing her slim form. "Forget attractive! That chick's rollin' in dough! She's the answer ta all our problems!" Smart Guy whispered furiously. "But we don't even know how to investigate." Wheezy pointed out between coughs. Smart Guy grinned menacingly. "Who said anyt'ing about actually finding the crook?" He asked.
"Oooooooh, spooky! Heeheehee!" Physco squealed, the swirls in his eyes accelerating. "Good. Imma get our lil' dollar bill a seat." Smart Guy said. He turned to Elmas and said, "A'right, Imma gonna need some basic info, sweetheart, like where ya live, bla bla bla."
"So you'll do it?"
"Yep."
"Oh, thanks!" She actually gave Smart Guy a quick hug. He was too stunned for a moment, like someone had detached him from personality. He shook his head and said, "A'ight, name again?"
"Elmas Tomruk."
"Sounds fancy. It ain't American, right?"
"It's Turkish, actually."
Smart Guy whistled and wrote her name down. "Revival?"
"Do you mean 'residence'?"
"Whateva! What is it?"
"2347 Violet Street."
"Okay..." he jotted it down, "perfect." He put an arm around her shoulder and led her to the door. "A'ight, sweetheart, we'll call ya when we dig something up." He said. "Thank you. Have a good day." She said formerly.

With that, she was gone. Greasy whistled and said, "I believe you are quite lucky, boss. If a chikorita hugged me like that I would be so happy."
Smart Guy humphed and dialled a number. "Hello, Actors & Friends? Ya, it's me. Listen, we gonna need a good actor to play a money-hungry dude..."

[theamericanmarten]

I don't wanna be rude, but can you please not double post? Let it slide for now, but don't let it happen again.

[thekeygirl666]

Well, thank you, but I don't know how else to do. I just joined, and I'm still learning. What should I do?

[thekeygirl666]

Chapter 3

Elmas sat on her bed, thoughts swirling in her mind like a sandstorm. She had spent the entire day nursing her family, though it didn't seem to make a difference. Her parents were too weak to eat on their own, and were experiencing horrible pain. It was ironic, too, considering toons normally couldn't feel that much pain. The doctors said it was liver failure (Elmas cursed under her breath that their creators had to make their functions so realistic).
Well, Elmas decided the rule didn't apply all the time as she dabbed her brother's forehead with a damp cloth. She sighed and wiped her brow, almost forgetting her fear of being alone.

Then, the lights went out. Elmas shivered, almost seeing a whole gang of creatures staring at her. She blinked, trying to see through the thick blackness.

There! Sure enough, a small lightswitch could be seen. She leaned forward and reached for the switch...and felt a cold, unloving hand on her shoulder. Elmas tried to cry out, but another paw slapped over her mouth. A voice hissed in her ear, "I'm not goin' down without a fight, you oblivious twit."
Elmas shrieked and flipped the lightswitch on. Immediately, the large, luxurious room was bathed in the familiar warm glow.

But when Elmas turned to the pillow, her relief shattered.
Her brother Cahit was gone.

Desperate, she ran out of the room and made a beeline for her parents' room. Like she had half-expected, her mother and father were nowhere to be seen.

A soft 'clunk' snapped Elmas out of her blank state. Her blood turned to ice; that sound matched that of a door being quietly closed.

Someone was in her house!

Now, she could almost hear soft paws wandering the enormous mansion. Elmas' gut screamed at her to run, and she was only too willing to obey. She ran into the closet and slammed it shut. It was ironic again since she was claustrophobic. She could already feel her breath quicken and the walls close in on her, but Elmas tried to fight off her fear long enough to make a call. She looked around, trying to remember where her father had hidden a specific phone (it was plugged it, but since no one ever called, they had moved it to save space). Finally, she gripped the bright-red phone and dialled the Toon Patrol.

"Si?"
"I-is this Toon Patrol?"
"Why yes, yes it is. Greasy speaking. Who are you?"
"It's me, Elmas. Y'know, the girl who came to the office this morning?"
There was a pause on the other end. "Ah, yes! How are you, chiquita? Miss me?" He asked seducingly.
"Well, sorta. I think someone's in my house. Could you please check?"
Any trace of smugness or flirtiness instantly faded from Greasy's voice. "What? Yes, of course! We will be there in a moment, senorita."

Then, the line went dead.
A loud 'slam' caused Elmas to jerk in the closet. She hugged herself and tightened in the smallest ball she could manage. Soft footsteps made their way into the room, and Elmas felt her spine turn to ice. Trying to breath as little and softly as possible, she tried not to shiver as the footsteps stopped in front of her hiding place.

'This is it,' she thought to herself fearfully, 'I'm as good as Dipped.'

An explosion of screeching came off on the other side of the closet door, followed by skin-tightening scratches on the door. Elmas cried out and huddled farther against the corner. As the scratching continued, she heard a loud, piercing scream drowned in fear.
Had it been her own?
A loud gunshot silence the room.

A second later, a familiar Brooklyn-accented voice said, "Doll?"
"I'm here!" Elmas cried and practically jumped out of the closet. What she hadn't been expecting was to land on Smart Guy's chest. They locked eyes for a second, and Elmas prayed her face wasn't as red as it felt. Wheezy chuckled and hacked at the same time, exhaling milk-white smoke.
"What happened, chiquita? When ya called, ya sounded scared." Greasy asked. Elmas quickly stood up and dusted herself. "I...I don't know, exactly. I was nursing my brother, when the lights went out. And then..." she shivered and continued, "...someone told me that he wasn't going down without a fight, whatever that means."

Physco laughed wildly, as though the whole thing was one big joke. "STOP LAUGHIN'!" Smart Guy shouted. Physco whimpered and hid behind Wheezy. The smoker was already eyeing the room and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the doors of the closet. "Uh, boss..." he rasped.
The five turned and tried not to show their shock. The closet doors were raked with long, jagged scratches. Stupid eyed the scratches and said, "Duh, maybe the pitchfork got in a fight with the closet!"
"SHUT UP, STUPID!" Greasy and Smrt Guy shouted at the same time.

"Guys..." Elmas trembled violently, "...can I stay with you tonight? I just...I just don't feel safe in here." Physco giggled and squealed, "Sleeeepoverrrrrrr!"
"WILL YA CAN IT?!" Smart Guy yelled. Though he would never admit it, he was actually feeling pretty concerned for Elmas. She looked shaken half to death, and her hyperventilating still hadn't stopped. Pulling the brim of his hat to cover his expression, he sighed in annoyance and said, "Fine, but I don't want no trouble, ya hear me?" Elmas nodded so quickly she would've snapped her neck if she hadn't been a toon. "Eh, I will take her to the car." Greasy said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Elmas looked at her feet and silenced immediately.

Wheezy chuckled even harder, dropping one of his cigarettes in the process. "Well, what's so funny, chimney boy?" Smart Guy demanded. Wheezy raised his hands in defence and said, "Nothin', boss. Nothin'."
Smart Guy smirked and followed his cohorts out of the room.

[theamericanmarten]

You should read the rules first.

[disneyplease]

lookin' Good so far KeyGirl!!!















DisneyPlease!

[thekeygirl666]

Thank you!! Did u have a fave part by any chance?

[disneyplease]

you know


I have to say I that so far, I still like that Stupids line about money raining in the sky

everytime I hear it I giggle

















DisneyPlease!

[thekeygirl666]

Chapter 4

The next morning, the Toon Patrol got up bright and early to do some investigating. Greasy and Smart Guy had concluded that something wasn't right; how could someone barge into the home of Toontown's richest inhabitant and not take anything?

Still, Elmas was sleeping soundly in the guest room. Smart Guy thought this over before saying, "Alright, ya mugs. We're gonna need ta leave somebody here with Elmas. Ya never know what she could think with us gone an' all."
"I call!" Greasy shouted excitedly.
"Forget it, I'll stay." Smart Guy retorted. Then, he blinked. Had he really said that?
Physco giggled crazily and sang, "Boss and Elmas sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G-"
"SHUT UP!" Smart Guy shouted, "I'm the boss, so I stay, period! Call me up if ya find anything interestin'."
Greasy grumbled and nodded, taking a revolver with him. Stupid chuckled and said, "Duh, are ya gonna really climb up a tree?" Smart Guy restrained himself from smacking the chubby weasel and pointed to the door. Wheezy lit three fresh cigarettes and popped them in his mouth, nodding at his boss and following his cohorts.

When the door slammed shut, Smart Guy heard an odd scratching noise. His small ears pricked up as his feet brought him towards the noise. He was surprised to find himself standing in front of the guest room. For a second, Smart Guy felt shy. But his timidness was short-lived; he was the boss, for crying out! He had a right to go wherever he wanted WHENEVER he wanted. Straightening his jacket with a 'humph', he jerked the door open.

His jaw fell to the floor.

The walls were coated with drawings. Almost everywhere the pink-wearing weasel looked, a small doodle could be seen. When he looked more closely, Smart Guy noticed that the drawings were made from charcoal. In the middle of it all was Elmas, so concentrated in whatever she was drawing that she didn't even waver when the door opened. Smart Guy smirked and said, "Hold it right there!"
"Aah!" Elmas jerked violently, sending the bit of charcoal she'd been using flying through the air. With unexpected grace, she stood up and caught it. "S-sorry." She practically whispered. Smart Guy thought she looked like a panicked deer, but it was still kind of...cute. "Whaddoya think yer doin', doll? This room ain't yers!" He scolded while trying to look firm. "I'm sorry, it's just, I draw when I'm stressed and I found this piece of charcoal so I started drawing." Elmas said quickly, playing with the bottom of her blouse. Smart Guy 'humph'ed again, trying to sound (and look) unimpressed. Still, he had to admit to himself, the drawings were incredible. They had amazing detail, like the fingerprints on a particular toon, or the drops of dew on a flower.

His black eyes darted to a small drawing of a weasel figure similiar to him, only with longer, sharper fangers, claws, fur similar to Physco's, and a wild expression. "Is that s'possed to be me?" He asked bluntly.
Elmas looked bashful and proud at the same time as she nodded. "I look rough." He commented. Elmas was too busy looking at the floor to correct him. "Ya got a lotta skills for a rich girl." He continued. She frowned slightly and looked up.
"What d'you mean?"
"I mean, I woulda expected ya to be zeroed out in the art department, with all yer servants 'n' stuff." He said casually. Her expression darkened, but Elmas kept her mouth closed. Smart Guy straightened his jacket and said, "So, whaddoya do with these? Just do 'em for fun, or...?"
"Favors." Elmas replied. "I wanna be a toon maker too, someday. So I take my friends and family and...y'know, make them stronger. Diminish their weaknesses. Give them gifts." She explained. Smart Guy nodded in understanding and eyed another drawing: an older weasel female that had Elmas' warm eyes and slender figure. "Who's that? Yer ma or somethin'?" He asked, trying not to sound too curious.
Elmas followed his glance and smiled. "Yeah, that's my mom." She pointed to the drawn figure's side-patch. "I took away her liver so she can't feel pain."
This time, Smart Guy couldn't supress a small smile. That had to be one of the sweetest things he'd ever heard. He cleared his throat and adjusted his hat. "So what're ya givin' me?" He asked. Elmas shrugged and smiled, "What d'you want?"

Smart Guy thought a moment, but as he opened his mouth to reply, the phone's shrill cry filled the office. "I'll get it," he snarled, purely irritated. He was partly thankful, though; he'd almost said 'you'. "What?" He snapped over the phone.
"Heeeeeeeeee hee hee!"
Smart Guy sighed dramatically and rubbed his forehead. "Whaddoya want, Physco?!"
"Heeheehehe! Wheezy! Found somethin' gooooood."
Smart Guy's eyes wideneed. "What? What kinda good?"
The line went dead. His paw trembled with rage as he slammed the phone back.

"Who was it?" Elmas asked timidly, her paws straightening her hair. "The guys. 'Parrently, they got somethin'." He grabbed his swtichblade and started for the door. "Wait 'ere."
"I'm coming with you."
Smart Guy looked at her as though she'd just told him she was the Tooth Fairy. "What you say?" He asked. "I want to come. This is MY family we're talking about, right?" Elmas said firmly.
"Yer stayin' here!' Smart Guy shouted, determined to keep his authority.
"No I'm not!'
"Yes ya are!"
"No I'm not!"
"Yes ya are!"
"If you don't let me come, I won't give you the reward." Elmas said finally. Smart Guy snarled and said, "Listen here, sweet-cheeks-"
"No, you listen! This is my family we're talking about here! So, you take me with you or say goodbye to the money." Elmas snapped, folding her arms firmly. Smart Guy sighed in defeat and gestured to her to follow.

[disneyplease]

WOW!!!!


this is really getting good







DisneyPlease!

[thekeygirl666]

Thank you!