All of my comfort characters in one place lol
(fuuu i hate tumblr, the quality here is so bad. ugh.)
Anyway, since i felt bad about depressing ya'll from yesterday here's a funny meme I did. If you can spot all the references, then we besties frfr.
Anyway, weirdest crossover pt: 3 lol.
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Donald is flapping his arms, screaming, descending from the portal's opening, and falling on the ground landing in a painful thud. Thankfully, his resilient metal body prevented any significant damage, only leaving a couple of bruises on his synthetic skin. He grudgingly got up dusting off the dust and adjusted his now-cracked glasses on his eyes, he looked around, scanning his surroundings, it was a strange peculiar place, there were buildings, houses, large circular grass hills in the distance, and the world seemed straight from a cartoon. The buildings had no straight edges, the sounds were exaggerated, and somehow there was piano music playing somewhere, where exactly? He didn't know. the sky was bright and colorful, a swirl of rainbows spiraled and danced in the clouds, there were signs placed in every direction, even in the middle of the road, yet, there seemed to not be a soul in sight. Donald used one of the GDA's devices to scan the environment; dimensions 19-89; Toon Town. Donald raised his eyebrow. "Toon...town?" It seemed he was transferred to some kind of world where cartoons presumably resided. If this was the case, he should be more than safe, for now. All he needed to do was find a way to escape from this place. First, he had to observe his surroundings, maybe someone could help. His boss is not going to believe what his day has been. Fighting the presumably dead Angstrom Levy only to be sucked into a portal in a dimension out of a child's fever dream. As he kept walking looking around for any sign of life, a convenient sound lingered by, footsteps echoing from across the street casting from behind a building, Donald, still cautious, prepped his glock hidden in his blazer, just in case if whatever was behind that architecture was some kind of threat even in whatever toon-ish world he landed in. As he crept closer and closer, he heard a strange voice whispering, "Ah jeez, I'm alm-am-amost late for the date with Pe-Petunia again, she's going to kill me."
Donald furrowed his brow, still holding tightly in his gun that was still inside his blazer, whatever voice was behind that wall, could possibly be a threat, the moment the figure emerged from the construction, he jumped into action only to be greeted with a....
Giant bipedal pig wearing a blue jacket and red bow tie?
Donald instinctively pointed his gun at the pig.
"Ahh hey-hehey b-budyy watch where you're pointing that thing...Children might be w-ewatching." It whisperd.
"Ugh!..You-you can talk?"
This wasn't too surprising given Donald's previous encounters with demons and aliens in the past, yet, seeing a giant mutant pig talking still seemed alarming to him.
Before Donald continued, he put away his gun to ensure he was no threat.
"I'm sorry, it's a force of habit."
"It's ok p-pal, this isn't the first time! I-...uh...imagine y-you don't belong here?"
The pig said looking up and down at him comparing their very distinctive designs.
Donald joked trying to lighten the confusing situation.
"Re-relax this isn't the first time I've met an o-outs-outs-stranger e-either....It's a long story.
My name's p-p-pe-porky by the way."
"Donald." The man still didn't trust this creature, trying to maintain his secret identity just in case if this was some kind of trick.
Just then, another portal opened up, Donald imminently struck into action, summoning the Glock from his jacket and running straight towards the danger, this time completely ready, preparing for another fight against Angstrom Levy, only to be met with another figure instead.
The figure was a couple of inches shorter than him, around 5'6 or so, they were very skinny, almost malnourished, the most striking thing about them was their dark purple rotting skin, and white ghostly pupils hidden in deep sunken eyes, that left a shiver down Donald's spine. He pointed his gun right in front of the figure that was currently struggling to stand due to the impact of the fall from the portal.
When the figure turned and saw him, they screamed, waving their hands gesturing to Donald that they weren't a danger.
"Hey, hey man, chill, ok? I won't hurt you, I-I'm not a bad guy. I mean not....Not anymore anyway "
His voice was rich, smooth, and with a slight British accent, there was a slight static sound that lingered in his throat, as if it was clogged with machinery.
Donald slowly point the gun away from him and towards the ground.
Despite his haunting appearance, he seemed non-threatening...For now.
"I know I look like a monster or a zombie, freak, whatever people call me nowadays, but I swear to god I'm good. I'm just different. now"
Donald's eyes broadened, hidden behind his glass frames. The last few words the man said resonated with him deeply, he glanced slightly at his left hand, memories of his metal body swarmed his mind. Images of the metal skin hidden beneath his exterior surfaced their way to his brain. "I...can understand where you're coming from. I..apologize, it's a force of habit, to say the least."
"Haha, ya I get that man, my name's Micheal Afton. I assume you never heard of Willaim Afton, right?" "No, it appears you and I are in the same boat, we both come from different dimensions or worlds, I assume a strange figure with an enormous m malformed head transferred you here?" "Ya man, that's totally wild, right?" "Yes, I agree. My name is Donald Ferguson by the way." "Nice to meet y-" Micheal finally noticed the strange bipedal mutant pig behind the tall man. "Oh my god, what is that thing!?" Porky grimaced "What am I? What are you? Some ki-ki-kind of purple zombie?" "Hey dude, you take that back or I'll scramble you into bacon bits!" "You-s-s-s" "-Hey what's the matter? You got some kind of speech impediment or something?" "Ya, wha-what about it?" Donald rubbed his temples, "knock it out, both of you! We need to get out of here and we can't do that if you both continue bickering!" The two sighed, "Sorry" they said simultaneously. "Sigh, we need to figure out how to go back to our original dimensions." All three stood in silence for a couple of seconds, brainstorming ideas in their heads, "oh wait a se-es-esecond!" the pig said, "I've dealt with-th-th-this before! I just need to b-borrow Marvin's spaceship and you'll be on y-y-your way!"
The trio knocked on Marvin's spaceship and predictably even after asking nicely, the villainous alien refused to let them borrow it, so after a montage of them fighting for the spaceship, the three finally won but only because Donald pointed his gun at the alien that could theoretically killl him. "Eh-De-De-Donald, put that thing down, he's my friend! Just knock him out!" Micheal grabbed a large bat, "Like this?" *Bonk!* Marvin fainted "Y-yes, exactly!" "You're sure he isn't dead, right?" Micheal asked, concerned. "R-e-relax, no one here actually can d-de-die. I wish I c-could say the same for the two of you, though."
The three then pushed Marvin out his own ship and inside Bug's Bunny's hole.
"Gee, doc, this is the woist cameo I've had the impleasa of doing, no one is even in characta!"
"Tell me about it, I only get 1 line." Marvin said, defeated.
The three were now piloting the spaceship. Porky waddled to the controls, observing them, while the two sat in the passenger seats.
"Ok, so from w-what I remember from the l-last ci-cinematic adventure I had with my pal, B-eb-Bugs Bunny, I'm supposed to press this button," He said, pointing to a comedically large button, "to transfer to the next dimension, so who w-wants to go first?"
"Well, I think it would be most logical if I were to go first, so I can stop Angstrom Levy from continuing his violent antics." "Ya, dude, that seems fair, and honestly the more time I stay away from my evil murderous psychopathic father, the better. The amount of times I've came back from dying from him is too much for any therapist to count."
Donald's eyes widened, "I know this sounds strange, but I completely understand where you're coming from, Micheal." "Really?" "Oh d-dying isn't that bad, I die alm-almost all the time!" Both Donald and Micheal looked at the stuttering swine in shock. "Really?" Micheal said. "Well, of c-course, what do I look like t-to you? A preschool ca-cartoon? Don't t-tell me you never w-ewatched Looney Tunes." Both Donald and Micheal looked at each other dumbfounded. "No?" Both said in chorus "Wow, ya guys need to watch more TV!"
As each character took turns with the wheel, per one described more about themselves, when it was Donald's turn to drive, Porky sat in the back and Micheal sat in the passenger seat next to the cybernetic man.
"...and so ya, that's basically how I died."
"Wow, Micheal, I understand how you feel, I've died too...39 times to be exact. each possibly being more brutal and painful than the last."
"Ugh...I feel ya, man. Especially getting my innards scooped."
He said rubbing what little was left of his stomach.
"Oh, and don't get me started on getting resurrected! Freakiest thing that ever happened to me."
"Tell me about it, I may look the same on the outside...But-" Donald uncovered the skin on his arm revealing a metallic shell underneath
"Holy shit, did the same thing happen to you, you have a metal endoskeleton living inside you?"
"You could say that...I'm more like a cyborg, 98% machine, to be exact."
"Oh man, that's gotta be tough, believe me, I'm still trying to get some of the metal parts out of me too."
"Wow, Micheal, I've only ever met someone I had this much in common with, and it certainly wasn't my boss."
"I feel ya, the one person I shared this much with was the monster that caused me to look like this," He said pointing at his decaying skin. "Pretty ironic, huh? I guess that's karma for ya."
"I suppose...I really don't think you deserve this..Even after what happened with you and your brother."
As Micheal kept on yapping about his past, Porky's face became more and more shaken with dread, deeply concerned with Donald as he didn't seem phased by this horrific tale and rather took comfort in it. Porky thought to himself "Golly, I've heard of re-carcuss-nation but this is ridiculous, no amount of therapy will make up for what these two have been through! Jeez!" "Uh...a-are we there yet?" The now traumatized pig requested, Donald looked at the GPS and shockingly, they were getting very close. "Only a mile left until I can go home, I can't thank you enough, Porky!"
The pig sighed in relief, he really didn't know how much longer he could take of being with these two.
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