What year is it... 2019?! Wow, it's been a long time. I bet you're surprised to see this lol, if anyone one actually reads this

This is a mix of last years writing and last nights writing, the new part starts with "I found the hollywood's waiting for me at the end of the hall." That's when it goes from terrible writing to hopefully not so terrible writing.

To the one person who reads this, I hope you enjoy


I woke up to the sound of my alarm, I rolled out of bed and got dressed. I ate a quick breakfast and grabbed the files for the VP and my pen and ran out the door, knocking over the cookies i got yesterday as I went. Not having the time, I left them on the floor and locked the door to my house. I stated the location of sellbot HQ and felt my feet leave the ground.

It didn't take long to arrive back in sellbot HQ, and I made my way to Jessica's apartment. I walked in the door and stopped when I heard voices. I immediately recognised them, it was Jessica and Tom. Tom was angry, and I stopped to listen.

"Why would you bring a toon into your apartment?! He said You know the last time someone tried to befriend a toon."

"I had no choice Tom, she replied, I was about to be demoted."

"SO WHAT, he replied, I would have rathered you get demoted than for you to bring that thing here."

"EXCUSE ME, she said, MY JOB IS ALL I HAVE LEFT, AND I CAN BARELY DO THAT. Easy for you to say, you've only gotten better at your job since then."

He sighed, "Jessica, you don't understand, those things are the reason he's not here any more."

"No you don't understand Tom, he was brought down by his own foolishness."

I leaned up against the door, which caused it to creak, and the two of them stopped. I heard footsteps coming towards the door and I took a step back. When the door opened i was face to face with a very angry Mr Hollywood. He grabbed me by the collar and lifted me up so that i was at eye level with him.

"What were you doing eavesdropping on this conversation? Don't you pests know it's rude to listen in on others conversations!"

Jessica ran into the hallway, "TOM, she yelled, what the hell are you doing?!"

"This vermin was eavesdropping on our conversation"

"Tom don't hurt her if something happens to her.."

He cut her off, "you'll what? Get demoted? At least some other poor cog will have to deal with her."

"NO, she replied, if something happens to her a demotion will be the least of my problems, I'll be…I'll be..." She stopped and her gaze dropped to the floor, "let her go."

Tom was silent for a moment "Fine, I will" and he released me, and I fell to the ground, my head hitting the wall with a low thud.

He looked at Jessica, then at me, then back to Jessica. He straightened his tie and brushed off the front of his suit and left down the hallway. Jessica's gaze left the floor and returned to the hallway just as he was rounding the corner and disappeared from our sight.

Jessica straightened out her jacket and left without a word, turning down the hallway in the opposite of Tom. I stood there in stunned silence for a moment trying to comprehend what had happened, before I could, however, my thoughts were interrupted by two cogs walking down the hallway. I quickly ran into Jessica's apartment and closed the door, as to not been seen by cogs in my toon clothes.

It was weird not leaving with Jessica this morning, but also nice in a way, it was always so hard to keep up with her and I finally felt more independent. I flew to the main building and I made my way to the elevator. It was quiet this morning so I was the only one in the elevator as I made the descent downwards. When the elevator opened I noticed the extent of the damage done.

Aaron was waiting for me there. "Wow, I said, the toons really did a number on the factories."

"Yeah, what you're going to be doing today is probably help clean up this mess."

"what I'm doing… I replied confused, what about you?"

"I'm just a level 5 telemarketer, he replied, being anywhere near that much gags is not good for me at all."

"True," I paused, "then who will I be working with?"

"Two Mr Hollywoods, Gabriel and Michael I believe."

"and what are you to be doing"

"I'm going upstairs to the offices to take calls, its nothing fancy but work is work"

"True."

He went towards the elevator.

"I'll see you later," I said as the elevator doors opened.

He waved "see ya, and good luck, your gonna need it."

With that, the elevator doors closed and I was standing alone. The lights were flickering as I walked down the hallway which gave off an eerie atmosphere. It didn't help that it was quiet, and the farther I walked the worse the lighting situation became.

I found the hollywood's waiting for me at the end of the hall. After what happened earlier I wasn't too thrilled to have to deal with this type of sellbot but I had no choice. I could feel my fur standing up in fear but I hoped they wouldn't notice. One of them noticed me, got the attention the other one and the two of them turned towards me.

"So you're the toon, the one on the right said, I thought you'd be taller for some reason. I'm Michael and this here is Gabriel,"

Gabriel waved and Michael continued,

"Our job today basically is to clean up the factories. We've already gotten one production like up in running, so some cog goons are being made already, hopefully, we'll get another one running today."

As soon as I heard that my eyes went wide as I remembered the switched plans.

I looked over at Michael, "Did you make sure the machine was programmed correctly? I asked panicked, the toons, they replaced the plans during the raid!"

Michael stood there stunned, even Gabriel seemed concerned,

"Michael, someone did check the plans right?" He asked.

Michael still didn't answer.

Gabriel muttered something under his breath and ran into the factory.

Michael finally snapped out of it and turned to me, "let's go."

We ran after Gabriel, avoiding the cogs that had stopped working and the leftover gags that still littered the floor. Once we reached the production room it was absolute chaos, cogs running and Gabriel yelling orders.

The machine had been turned off already, and there was already someone reprogramming the machine.

A cog ran up to us and shoved papers into my arms and said "Go reprogram production lines K-S, quickly! The VP will not be happy if he ever found out about this!"

Michael was looking super worried and looked like he was about to faint, I mean, if he could.

"Come on Michael, I said hoping to snap him out of this, let's go do this."

It took a couple of seconds, but he finally came back to earth and turned to follow me. We walked from room to room in complete silence aside from the sound of cogs working around us. Michael only spoke when he needed to help me with directions. Each machine took about half an hour to do, so we worked right through our breaks just to get it done.

Once we got to the last machine I turned to Michael and said, "We're almost done, isn't that great!"

He didn't say anything, just stared blankly at the wall.

"Michael, are you ok?" I asked.

He still didn't respond.

"Michael!" I yelled, and finally, he snapped out of it.

To my surprise, I could see tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He backed up against the wall and just kinda slid down it as he sat down. He looked at me, then put his head in his hands.

"This is all my fault, he said, his voice cracking as he spoke, I had one job this morning, check the machine before we start, but I didn't even think to check the plans. I'm going to be scrapped for sure."

He stopped then looked up at me, his face was a mess of oily tears.

"Not that you would care, he continued, not that anyone would care, I'm just a number her anyways. I've worked so hard and no one notices, but I mess up once and everyone knows."

I went and sat down beside him.

I looked at him and responded, "It's going to be ok Michael, I'm here for you and I think I have an idea to kind of cancel out what happened."

He looked at me, "It's pointless, there's nothing there can be done, thanks for trying to help."

I went into my bag and pulled out a handfull of papers.

"Here, I say as I handed him the papers, these are the plans for the recent toon factory raid, say you found it stuck to one of the fake cog goon plans. This'll help tighten the factories security and show how much to toons know."

He looked over the papers, then folded them up and put them in his pocket.

"These are really valuable, he said as he stood up, I think this could make up for what I did."

He turned to me and held out his hand to help me back on my feet.

"But why, he asked, why would you do this for me?"

"Because I replied as I stood up, this is sort of my fault, if I didn't create the cog goon to begin with none of this would have even happened. You wouldn't have forgotten to check the plans if there was nothing to check to begin with."

I looked down at the floor, wow I thought, I keep making things worse don't I?

Michael quickly responded, "This isn't your fault, not in the slightest. You've only been here for a little bit and you've already improved this HQ so much. Those anti stun cog goons are genius, and I'm sure you'll be able to help so much more. Don't blame yourself for my mistakes"

"Thanks, I replied, it was nothing really." I'm not the best at taking compliments, so I never know what to say in response.

A loud buzzer went off, signalling the end of the shift. Wow, I thought, the day went by really fast. I gather up my things and head for the elevator, I still needed to drop off the rest of the files with the VP.

I went up a different elevator than Michael did, and as I made my to the VP's office I was thinking about the papers I gave him. I hope they helped him, he didn't deserve to be scrapped over one mistake.

The VP was busy once I finally got there so he only acknowledged me for a minute before going back to work. I didn't take it personally, that attack on the factory definitely did a lot of damage.

As I was flying back to the appartment I definitely felt my energy crash. I hadn't taken any breaks and I was on my feet all day, I was definitely ready to head home and relax. I opened the door to Jessica's apartment and found it empty. I guess Jessica had to work overtime today, or maybe she went out, either way, I wasn't surprised.

As I was walking over to my room I felt a chill go down my spine, I wasn't alone, I realized as I ran towards my room and slammed the door. I quickly changed into my toon outfit, my heart pounding and my fur standing up, and tried to sneak out the door.

All of a sudden I heard the floorboard creak as a figure moved and blocked the door. I could see the cogs eyes glowing in the dark, a mix of blue and green, and I knew instantly who it was.

"Tom, what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice cracking.

He didn't say anything and just started walking towards me. I started walking backwards as he approached and jumped once I hit the wall.

He finally stopped, "I'm going to make this very clear, he said, I don't trust you toon. It isn't every day that the daughter of two of the highest-ranking resistance members come to an HQ to commit treason. I have a lot of reason to doubt you toon and if I have any reason to suspect your not on the right side, or that you have plans to hurt Jessica, you will regret it, I'll make sure you will. I'll have my eye on you from now on, so you better be on your best behaviour, am I making myself clear?"

"y-y-yes" I stammered.

"Good, he replied, oh and also, don't tell anyone I was here, that wouldn't be too good for your health", and with that, he turned towards the door, turning on the lights as went.

I stood there shaking for a minute before heading out the door, looking both ways to make sure he wasn't there. As I flew home I could still feel my heart racing and myself shaking.

I failed the landing, basically collapsing outside my front door. I sat there for what felt like forever but finally got myself off the ground and dragged myself into the house. I hid my pen and went into the kitchen to make myself some dinner. I almost dropped my plate as I went over to the table. I felt a little better once I ate something but I still kept thinking about what Tom had told me. Once I finished cleaning up I went to watch some tv before bed, something funny, cause I really needed to calm my nerves before I could even attempt to sleep.


A/N So here it is, Tom needs a snickers, Michael needs a break and Bubbles needs to be protected. I'm not sure when a new chapter will be published, it won't take almost two years this time lol. If you knew me from toonblr, no I'm coming back and yeah I did disappear one day but I felt that was what was best for me at the time. If you do want to talk my dm's are open I guess. Anyways thanks for reading and I'll leave you with this random fact.

When I was younger and still on quotev I thought A/N stood for And Now, and I still read it at such when I first see it out of instinct